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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 15:57:46 GMT -5
Match 3: Ladder Match ACW Entertainment Title Match VorteX vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune (Credit: VorteX / AK)
Referee Joey Reynolds rolls his eyes, crosses his fingers, and calls for the bell...
Bell Rings.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Woo-hoo! Vortex got tricked, and now we’re all in for a treat, Maxie!
Maxwell McNally: I have to agree, Eddie, this match-up will have been on a lot of people’s wish-lists for quite some time. Vortex is an acknowledged specialist with the ladder; and he’s facing off against a woman whose own trademarks include attacking from just about any available surface.
Edison: Didn’t Alicia defeat BK London in a ladder contest to earn the ACW World Title?
McNally: Indeed so. Let’s see how these two get to grips with one another...
The Entertainment Title is glimmering tantalisingly above the ring as the competitors square off. Vortex initiates a grapple, and Alicia engages him in it; though he has both the height and weight advantage, Vortex is built for speed first and brute force second, which gives Alicia a chance to fall back toward the corner in a semi controlled manner, before pivoting around so that it is Vortex who ends up with his back against the post. Alicia lets fly with a fast string of forearm blows; Vortex defends neatly and then sneaks in a kick to the gut which momentarily distracts Alicia. Using the post to his advantage, Vortex jumps up to the second rope and produces a Tornado DDT; the crowd cheer, and Alicia instinctively rolls over and away to protect herself.
The two separate, and throw themselves almost simultaneously against opposite sets of ropes, catapulting back toward one another at high speed. Alicia ducks under Vortex’s arm and carries on to the ropes; Vortex does the same and the pair bounce back, this time Vortex dropping into a slide to dodge Alicia’s leaping leg lariat. With tremendous agility Vortex maintains his momentum, pushing forward into a roll so that he regains his feet and is able to rebound a third time; this time neither person backs down, and the result is an almighty clash which causes both competitors to reel backward, just barely staying on their feet. Within a split second they recover, lunge forward and lock up, still brimming with energy; they circle on the spot a couple of times, before Vortex gets a solid grip and is able to lift Alicia off the mat, whirling still as he twists and delivers a powerful suplex. The crowd whoops at the high-octane action; even as he is momentarily lying on the mat after landing, Vortex hears the crowd sound rising, and next thing is struck by Alicia who has kipped up from the suplex, grabbed the ropes in front of her and used them to launch herself into a backflip on to her opponent. Vortex takes a couple of direct strikes to the head before he shoves Alicia off of him and jumps to his feet; Alicia lashes out, with a from-nowhere rendition of the EMP, and only Vortex’s supreme reflexes protect him. The miss leaves Alicia open, and Vortex capitalises with his vertical suplex lift to Gutbuster combination.
McNally: A brutal string of moves, which demonstrate that Vortex is by no means overawed by his present company.
Edison: He’d better not be getting complacent though Max...
The fans call out, keen to see some extra “elevation” in the match, and Vortex has no intention of denying them. He slides out of the ring and gets hold of one of two ladders placed on the floor at ringside; instead of pushing it into the ring, however, he sets it up next to the ring, and quickly starts climbing up. Vortex is extraordinarily fast - but so is his opponent, and Alicia dashes across the ring, jumps over the ropes with one hand on the topmost one, and from there is able to leap over to the opposite side of the ladder, scrambling up and meeting Vortex at the top. The crowd thrills as the pair trade blows, the ladder shuddering under them; they fight for possession of the top step, and as Vortex over-reaches himself, the ladder destabilises and tips toward the ring. The audience gasps as the warring duo are left with only a fraction of a second to react; they bail out in opposite directions, Vortex to the left and Alicia to the right, and neither can resist the temptation to showboat with a twisting, flipping dismount. Landing safely, the fans roar their approval, but there’s no time for either competitor to savour it; there’s gold to be won...
With the ladder now leaning against the ropes and braced against the back of the security barrier, Alicia is seduced by the impromptu climbing frame. She moves quickly toward it, grabs on to the metal frame and swings, bringing her feet up to kick Vortex square in the chest as he runs toward her. Clambering up, she balances on the propped ladder and throws her arms up in the air, readying for take-off... but unfortunately, air traffic control has failed to notify her of a bogey at approximately 9’oclock. There’s laughter all around the arena as one of the errant bats from earlier comes wheeling down from the ceiling and makes a crash-landing on Alicia’s head.
Edison: Since when did this become a Black Sabbath gig?!
McNally: More like Alicia Cooper, I’d say.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:00:07 GMT -5
Alicia waves her arms around a bit and prises the airborne mammal off of her; Vortex is more than happy to take advantage of the distraction and gets on to the ladder behind his opponent. There is a screech of metal on metal as the ladder begins to level out, scraping up the security barrier as it does so; taking a risk, Alicia closes the gap between her and Vortex and lands a strong elbow to the side of his head. As the ladder tips, Alicia grabs him and busts out her Falling Star (Pedigree), driving Vortex against the metal. The crowd winces and Vortex is temporarily stunned; Alicia drags him off of the ladder and helpfully rolls him out of the ring before grasping the ladder and pulling it firmly inside.
The fans start to get excited as the race for the prize is now on. Alicia doesn’t waste a second; she sets the ladder up and immediately start to climb. As she does so, Vortex comes leaping, eyes blazing with the thrill of the chase, and springs from the apron to the top rope, and from there into a storming missile dropkick to the ladder. In her hurry to ascend, Alicia hasn’t got as firm a grip as she might have, and she is forced to slide back downward, feet to either side of the ladder, hands protected by the gloves she’s wisely donned for the contest. Vortex pops up behind her like a mad Jack-in-the –box, and delivers a mighty German Suplex which deposits her backward into the corner. The sound is incredible as Vortex leaps up and races up the ladder; he surely has this one in the bag... but at three quarters of the way up, he stops and turns so that he is facing outward.
McNally: Oh my heavens...
Edison: Call the men in white coats! This is insane!!
There is a moment, just one pure moment of silence, as Vortex takes flight, arms extended, and nails his Blackout Dropkick (front flip Missile Dropkick) into Alicia’s sternum. Then it’s practically a riot; the ring post is seen to be at a slight angle, and Alicia looks as if she’s well and truly out of it, slumped down with an unfocused expression.
Edison: DAAAAAAAAANGEROUS!!!
McNally: Talk about finishing with a bang... this surely has to be academic now.
Vortex takes a heavy landing himself from the drop; it takes a few seconds before he is able to pick himself up, and return to the ladder. His ascent this time is much slower... but despite McNally and Edison’s assumptions, this is time he doesn’t actually have.
Alicia shakes the daze from her head, and although she looks to be winded, she rolls over on to one knee. As she does so, she spots something lying in the corner... and a devilish glint appears in her eye.
A couple of seconds later, Vortex feels the vibration on the ladder, and makes his mistake – he looks over his shoulder. He is ready to defend from behind... but there is nothing to see. He turns back, looks down – and sees Alicia almost parallel to him, on the inside of the ladder. She grins... and throws a punch with her free hand at the tube-like device she is holding in the other, against the ladder frame.
The pyro charge is not as big as when it was originally set off for Vortex’s entrance, but there is enough powder left in it to throw up a jet of flame in front of the Entertainment champion. Vortex throws himself sideways, eyebrows now smouldering, grasping one side of the ladder and swinging out; as he does so, Alicia swings the other way to balance the forces, and is away and racing up. Vortex is right on her tail; she gets to the top and jumps, getting a hand to the belt... but Vortex has hold of her calves. Alicia writhes, trying simultaneously to wrench the belt free and get Vortex off; but Vortex is too strong, and Alicia’s grip fails. There is a mass yell as the whole thing threatens to go horribly, horribly wrong; Alicia falls forward, and looks set to take a head-first plunge down the other side of the ladder...
...but as the fans gasp, Vortex keeps his head and his hold, and throws himself belly-first over the top of the ladder, arresting Alicia’s fall. He waits deliberately until he’s sure she’s got a firm grip with both hands, before drawing himself up to a kneeling position on the top of the ladder. He hops up, and with an assured spring, jumps and plucks the title belt from its position on high. The bell rings as Alicia flips over and turns herself the right way up, sliding the rest of the way down to safety.
Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion... Vortex!
The crowd applauds a worthy winner, and true sportsman as Vortex salutes them from the top of the ladder. Alicia applauds just as warmly, her gratitude evident; Vortex gives her a nod of acknowledgement. The opposite of a grudge match, the crowd has been well and truly wowed by the Entertainment Champion; Vortex has kept his promise, and his title, in fine style.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:00:55 GMT -5
Title: The Curse of Lady Macbeth. Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Draven Rook Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. Gold, the most precious of metals. Now, Chris Phenomenal finds himself in possession of the rare substance, at least for the time being.. Sitting in the backstage area, the wrestlers ready for the Halloween Spectacular known as Samhain. The ghouls are in full course, especially the haunting specter that is Draven Rook, his lap dog Lilith Dormieux in tow as they approach Chris Phenomenal, the international title resting on his lap. As the two draw closer however, Lilith begins to tug on her chains, harkening towards Chris Phenomenal and drawing the attention of her master. Draven Rook: What is it my child?Lilith Dormieux: Blood, my Lord.The call of life’s liquid from Lilith’s mouth draws Draven’s gaze around, looking for the source with a tantric look, not spotting any, he shoots a questioning gaze at Lilith who looks back at her master, yearning in her eyes as she looks at Chris Phenomenal. Lilith Dormieux: On him, master. He reeks of loss.Draven’s gaze turns from his surroundings right towards Chris Phenomenal who seems to be dis-engaged with reality, his focus not on the title belt sitting in his lap, not on the match later this evening, but on something that seems as if it is an eternity away. Draven Rook: Are you sure it is him?Lilith Dormieux: Yes, it is not innocent, but still present. The sweet smell diluted by sin.As the two get closer, a particularly strong waft hit’s the nose of Lilith, sparking a reaction inside her cerebral cortex that lets forth an urge, an urge to taste as she yelps and tugs away from her master, right into Chris Phenomenals lap. Lilith looks up, into his eyes, noticing the clouds that surround them, the lens in his eye mirrored, sending Lilith’s own reflection back at her, hiding the thoughts of Chris Phenomenal. Draven Rook: Lilith, come.Obediently, the submissive returns to the side of her master, who in turn raises his cane and tugs on the arm of Chris Phenomenal. The touch doesn’t draw a reaction as Draven Rook stares on, wondering how to break the trance. As Lilith sits down on her haunches, Draven taps his cane on the ground and this brings Chris out of his hypnotic state, ready, alert and turning his gaze right into that of Rook. Chris Phenomenal: What, in God’s name is that?Chris Points at Lilith at her masters side, the evocation of her name drawing her attention back to Chris Phenomenal, ready to snap, waiting only for her masters command. Draven Rook: Lilith, heel.Lilith returns to a passive but alert state, ready for blood. Chris Phenomenal: Literal bitch, isn’t she?Draven looks at Chris before pulling the cane back to his side, not in a striking position, but almost one of haughtiness as he leans over at it. Draven Rook: So, how many?Chris stares back at Draven confused, ushering him to elaborate. Draven Rook: There is an unmistakable stench of blood, not willingly given, but forcefully taken surrounding you. The aura of fallen souls looming around you is clearly visible for the enlightened. How many have you taken, how many of you caused to perish.Chris looks at Draven Rook, shaking his head. Chris Phenomenal: It’s none of your business. So…Draven Rook: I do beg your pardon for interrupting, but it is very much so my business, you see, at any given time I could find out, Lilith is very good at deducing these things. It would however be most unpleasant for you, especially considering your circumstances tonight. I doubt there would be a tear shed if you were to never step foot into the ring again.Chris Phenomenal: Is that a threat?Draven Rook: Deem it as you well, all I am is but a simple man, seeking the same goal as you, sinlessness, enlightenment and ultimately salvation.Chris Phenomenal: I don’t need salvation, I don’t need your fuckin’ enlightenment. I don’t need anything from your or your little, it?The thirst for blood, mixed with the insult over powers Lilith, despite her masters commands Lilith springs at Chris Phenomenal, trying to tear him to shreds. Draven Rook: LILITH! Stop. This. INSTANT!Lilith however is in a world of her own, totally amiss to the call of her master as she claws at Phenomenal with her fingernails, Phenomenal shoving her off of him and each time she returns with renewed vigor, grabbing a hold of his arm with her own and sinking her teeth into his forearm, causing Chris to take his fist and rattle it off her jaw, causing it to open enough to allow him to pull his bloodied arm out of the mouth of Lilith. Draven springs into action, grabbing hold of Lilith and stepping between the two as Lilith looks over his arm, blood dripping from his front teeth as she gazes at Chris Phenomenal who looks down at his arm, as Draven speaks with his back to him. Draven Rook: Christopher it does you little good to aggravate me, deliberately shunning the path of God will BE YOUR DOWNFALL! Mark my words, child, you shall soon see the error of your ways in the ultimate trial by fire as Satan ROASTS you on an open fire, disgusting murderer! Out of my sight, heathen! BE GONE!As Draven attaches Lilith to him by her choker, he turns around and looks at Chris Phenomenal, confused by his last words as the Holy Church of Fallen Saints slowly walks away, Lilith trying to turn her attention back to “The Future” but Draven keeping her eyes focused as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:01:17 GMT -5
The Obligitory Pre-Match Interview By Dave Shadow As we cut to the back once more, we find ourselves in the ACW interviewing area, with Charlotte King standing ready as ever. Microphone in hand and smile on her face, she seems a lot more comfortable introducing her guest today than she has done in previous months.
King: Ladies and gentlemen, the man who will challenge for the International Championship here tonight...Dave Shadow! Dave steps into the screen, as out in the arena, a big cheer goes up. The fans have finally forgiven his previous sins, and Dave looks like a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He nods and continues smiling, as King starts the interview.
King: Dave, I must say, it’s great to see you smiling again. And not in a really creepy way, I might add. Dave: Yeah. Let’s be honest King. My little crusade wasn’t working out, at least not in the way I had hoped. I thought that I would be ok with having the crowds hate me. I thought I was doing the right thing. But, truth be told, I was only doing Gingerdude’s thing. I still believe there’s decisions to be made, and I still believe many are going to be unpopular. But at the same time, having the support of the ACW Universe....well, there’s no better feeling in this world than hear the crowd behind you, wanting you to kick some ass.King: Well, speaking of kicking some ass, tonight you go one on one against the man who beat you for the International Championship, Chris Phenomenal. Dave: That’s right King. After months of turmoil, after weeks and week of hunting down the bastard who tried to put me and my brother out of action, and possibly out of life, finally, FINALLY, it all boils down to this. Tonight, Dave Shadow goes up against Chris Phenomenal. And this time, there’ll be no Senator to help his puny ass. This is just Dave and Chris, going one on one, man against man, and I promise you King, and all the fans watching, there is going to be an ass kicking here tonight.King: Well, you mentioned that Senator isn’t going to be allowed at ringside tonight, but my understanding is that someone else will be. Is that right? Dave: It is, actually. I’ve been talking to Gingerdude, and although he is not an ACW roster member, I’ve obtained sufficient clearance to allow Jay Tyler, my brother, to come down to watch the fight tonight. He’s going to be standing in my corner, and cheering me on, despite the vicious attack Chris launched on him a few weeks ago.King: So...how can I put this....is Jay going to play a pivotal role in this battle tonight? Dave: Are you asking is he going to cheat to help me win?King: ..... Dave: Well, the answer to the latter question is “absolutely not”. I’ve not asked Jay down to the ring in order to gain an advantage. Unlike Phenomenal, I don’t play that way. Not in this fight anyway. I want to end this little thing between us, and I want it to be a definitive, clear ending. I want to end this in such a way that when I walk away with the International Championship, there’ll be no excuses and no crying. When I leave him in a bloody mess, I want Phenomenal to know that he went up against Dave Shadow in a fair game, and he lost. Plain. Simple. Clear. Clean. King: So Jay is down for.... Dave: For a front row seat to an ass kicking and an act of revenge. As well as wanting Chris to know that he’s lost to the better man, I also want that bastard to look into the eyes of the man he tried to finish off. I want Jay to be able to look at Chris, and for the two men to lock eyes. And in that instance, I want Chris to know that what he did was a big, BIG mistake.King: Well, Dave, in the interest of fairness, I do have to question you about what happens if things don’t go your way tonight. What happens if you lose? Dave: Well, as you heard last week, I’m only getting one crack at this. If I lose the match tonight, if I don’t beat Chris in some way, then that’s it for my quest for revenge. If I don’t win, then I will never get another shot at Chris or “his” International Championship again. So, I’ve got a lot riding on this match up tonight, and I need to stay focused, as difficult as that may be.King: Well then, Dave, before I let you go, there’s one more thing I want to ask you about. At Winter’s Discontent, the next ACW Pay per view show, you’ve earned a shot at the World Champion, thanks to your win at Emperor of the Ring. Does that weigh on your mind going in to this match tonight? Dave: Of course. Let’s stop and think about this for a moment. I beat Chris, and I regain my International Championship. Then, I move forward into a match for the World Championship. I have got a chance so few people get, and that is to become a Double singles champion. In the space of a few weeks, I can hold the two most prestigious titles in this company, if not the world, and both at the same time. That’s an opportunity I have no reason to mess up and no intentions of passing up.King: What about opponents? Who would you rather.... Dave: Let me cut you off there King. I don’t care who the champion is by the end of tonight. Either way, they both get the same message. Come Winter’s Discontent, their reign ends, and mine begins. I am taking that title, just like I am taking the International Championship back tonight. It’s all just a matter of time.King: Dave Shadow, thanks for the interview, and good luck here tonight. Dave nods and smiles for the camera, as the screen fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:04:46 GMT -5
Match 4: House of Mirrors Match Jonny Spade vs. High Roller (Credit: High Roller)
There are no entrance themes, no fanfare, no pyro. The only thing that ushers us into this match is the image of two cars arriving at the old ACW Amusement Part last seen years ago at Seven Deadly Sins . They come to a stop in front of the abandoned fun house and out comes the contestants for the following match up, High Roller and Jonny Spade. The cameras follow them as they enter the structure, looking quite forbidding as it is illuminated by the All Hallows Eve moon. There are cameras lined in every nook and cranny of the building so there is not a moment missed as each men are lead to their respective corners of the mirror maze. The referee for this contest will be a man who is most experienced with death matches, the perfect adjective to describe what will soon follow, Keiji Makabe. He checks in with both men who give him the go ahead to start the match. It’s time to find out just who will have seven years bad luck.
The Roller and Spade start on opposite ends of the house of mirrors. Together they venture through the maze like structure, keeping their eyes constantly moving for the first sight of their opponent. Already the mirrors begin to play tricks on their minds as within a matter of a few seconds each men smash their hands into nearby mirrors thinking it was their opponents. Upon hearing the glass break, both men realize that they are far apart but getting closer all the while. A half a minute passes with both men seemingly disorientated and finally the image of Jonny Spade shows up in front of the Roller. He goes to attack it, but uses his feet instead. This ends up being a good idea for the image the Roller attacked was indeed a mirror and his hands were spared any further injury. His dropkick breaks the glass and now it is Spade’s turn to guess what image to hit. Seeing Roller standing in front of a broken mirror makes it easy for him and he draws first blood with a elbow drop to the back of his head.
From there Spade picks the Roller onto his feet and drives a few forearms into his face to stun and then catapults him into a nearby mirror for the combo. Or does he? At the last second the Roller puts his hands up and prevents his almost certain doom by latching onto the sides of the mirror before he goes through. This makes Spade incensed and the “Ace of Spades” rushes at him irate with both hands in the air for a double axe handle. The Roller sees it coming and he ducks down and then lifts up with Spade laying flat on his back. This back body drop sends Spade flying into the mirror but his body is too sprawled out to go through. Down he drops and now the Roller is on top of him hoping to give him some payback. He grinds him down to the floor of the house of mirrors with a chinlock and keeps him there for half a minute hoping to take the wind from his opponent’s sails. He is about ready to find out if it worked.
Spade is picked up and placed in a battering ram position. Spade’s head now just inches ahead of his body, Roller takes off running for a nearby mirror and hopes to go home quickly tonight a man victorious. Spade has other plans. Sensing that approaching doom is coming, he digs down and catapults Roller off of his finger tips with incredible strength. Roller loses his grip on Spade and perhaps on life. His body goes sailing into the floor to ceiling mirror and shatters it into pieces. His body gets dozens of tiny cuts on it and one would consider him to be lucky that he did not hit a major artery. Spade is taken aback at this level of violence. Even he did not expect to see so much blood tonight but in his head he is the rightful man in this competition. He firmly believes it is Roller’s fault that they are here and he will see to it that punishment is carried out in full. He carefully steps over the glass and stands above his fallen opponent.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:05:20 GMT -5
Spade lifts the Roller to his feet who appears to be disorientated. He puts him in a side slam and drops him back first onto the glass below. Roller cries out in pain and Spade hopes to put him out of his misery. With a cover he tries but only gets a two count from Keiji Makabe. He picks Roller up and continues to put the hurt on him until he knows full and well he will not be able to kick out. Spade puts Roller on his shoulders and then drops him onto his knee for the S-DROP #2. He does not give Roller a moments rest and instead picks him right back up and drops him into the glass once more with a Double A Spinebuster! The fans watching on the Alpha Tron and at home gape as the camera zooms into the back of the Roller which is bleeding profusely. Spade then decides to go for the home run ball. And to do so, he must wait for Roller to get onto his feet. It takes more than a few seconds, but he eventually does. Now standing tall, Spade paints a bulls eye on Roller’s chest and takes off running full speed at him with a Spear! Call it instinct, call it ring awareness, call it whatever you want, some force tells Roller to move and he obeys. This causes Spade to whiff on the spear and he goes sailing through another nearby mirror head first. The fans watching all over the globe cringe in horror as now Spade’s body makes like shredded cheese. Roller takes a knee and the rest feels good but if he has any hope of winning this match he is going to have to capitolize on Spade’s mistake and fast. He takes a deep breath and fights through the pain onwards to his feet. He then leaps over to Spade and begins to drives his big boots into his back causing Spade’s body to press downwards into the broken glass. Spade cries out in agony and the Roller takes his face and attempts to face wash it into the reflective shards. Spade is not going to let Roller mess up his mug and frees himself with a inverted headbutt that almost breaks Roller’s nose. Roller stumbles back onto his ass and Spade tries to make it upwards. It is a race to see which man can get to his feet first and the winner is the Roller. He is able to send his foot into Spade’s side cracking one of his ribs. Keiji Makabe has witnessed many violent matches over the years and this one is quickly approaching one he will certainly remember as being one of the top. Roller then picks up Spade and sends him crashing back down with a discuss lariat known as the ROULETTE WHEEL! Laying flat on his back feels nice but the High Roller has business to attend to; rest will have to wait. He then attempts another pick up but Spade small packages him and takes him by surprise. Keiji only gets to two before Roller kicks out and as both men climb to their feet the surprises keep coming. Spade latches onto Roller and lifts him upwards with a Rock Bottom and then drops him right onto his knee for another S-Drop, only this being S-DROP #3! The fans begin to wonder just how much more these men can take as they both look as if they’ve been through a meat grinder. Still in control, Spade drops a few elbow drops to the back of Roller’s head to prevent him from rising. He then puts his head in between his legs and lifts the rest of his body upwards until it is vertical. He then piledrives Roller onto the wooden floor and as far as everyone is concerned, that’s the ball game. Spade cover and prepares to have his hand raised in victory but ends up in a state of disbelief as Roller kicks out at two and a half. He then argues with Makabe allowing Roller enough time to shake off the cobwebs. Unknown to Spade, Roller is standing directly behind him and he spins him around and drops him to the floor with a jawbreaker! Roller then stumbles back onto a mirror and takes a few seconds to further regain his senses. As soon as he is good to go again, he takes off running at the fallen Spade and drops a big time knee right in between his eyes. An idea then strikes him, one that will put away this match in his favor and teach Spade to never, ever cheat again. Jack lifts Spade up onto his feet and places him on one of the few mirrors in the area that has yet to be broken. He backs up a few feet to allow him room for what is to come next. Roller gambles and goes for a TILT! The flying forearm smash goes sailing over the head of Jonny Spade and the Roller goes through his second mirror of the night. Once again Roller gets lacerated in several areas of his body and his nerve endings are overwhelmed with pain. It causes him to black out and he is totally unable to prevent Spade from obtaining the three count. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, JONNY SPADE! Makabe is relieved that he no longer has to watch the massacre take place and now assists the medial team in cleaning up this mess. Midpoint Hospital better hope they do not run out of stiches tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: Smooth Criminal (Credit: Criminal)
Another amazing match brought to you by the ACW has just ended, the crowd is still cheering very loudly. The lights go out in the arena, you can hear the sound of screams and wonder as to who this could be. Eminems criminal hits the PA system. It’s a song that no one in the ACW has ever heard before. As the lights start to flicker thousands of blue and red pyros fly up into the sky. The newest member of the ACW walks his way out and onto the top of the ramp looking out to all of the fans who stare in him in wonder. Criminal proceeds down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. he runs to the turnbuckle jumping on it taunting the crowd. he looks towards the announcers signaling for the mic.
Criminal: I know what you all are thinking, who am i right? What am i doing here? Well quite frankly i've been watching the ACW for some time now, and i am just not to thrilled with the superstars here. You would think that they would come out here to give you guys what you want. I know that i don't want to see the same old boring matches over and over. The same faces loseing day in and day out. The same champions that have been here for months on end. It's time to make a change. It is time for a new face to make their impact. It is time for a criminal to come out here, and show these people how this job is really done. Now i'm not going to be like everyone else and come in here talking themselves up in hopes that it gets the attention of all the superstars in the back. I'm going to be the one that works my way all the way to the top. the one that is going to start at the very bottom and prove myself. I may only be 5'10 and 224 pounds, but i am one of the quickest, and most endured superstars this federation has and will ever see. i promise each and everyone of you that regardless win or lose i will give it my all to give you, the fans, the entertainment that you all desire and have been missing out on for a long time.
criminal pauses as he walks around the ring looking at all of the fans
Criminal: Ok, now that i have introduced myself, and after looking around i noticed that some of you are just astonished that i am here. So just by a sound i want to know how many of you remember back in the WWU before it folded, holding both the WWU world heavyweight championship, and the WWU tag team championships.
The crowd raises up in cheers, some people standing. They now realize who this superstar is that is standing in front of them
Criminal: i thought so. i knew that my fans would be waiting to one day see me return. well this is going a lot better than expected. My fans still remember me, i got a whole locker room full of new competition, and well they got me about to start the climb to the top. if i make some friends here on the way, thats cool. You kno even criminals need a partner in crime. However, if things end up going the other way and i make more enemies out of jealousy then so be it. Once i get them out of my way, i will continue my rise to the top. Now the real reason i am out here... i need my first opponent. who in their right mind would want to come out and face me in my debut match? Not knowing what i am capable of?
criminal pauses and looks u the ramp waiting to see if anyone comes out from the back
Criminal: who would have thought...NO ONE... it's like daja vu. When someone is ready to step up to the plate, hell i'll even let you pick the type of match, and when the match will take place, all you have to do is call for me, and i will be right there ready to start my climb to the top.
criminal then drops the mic as his music begins to play. The crowd starts cheering now that they notice that their favorite superstar has finally returned to the ring. He looks out to them one last time before exiting the ring. The camera shows criminal walking up the ramp right before the commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:06:08 GMT -5
Destiny Brings us Together Again. By Dave Shadow & Jack Jefferson As we cut backstage, we find Jack Jefferson standing at a drinks machine, leaning against it and looking intently at his options. With one arm on the machine and a deadly serious look on his face, it appears as this is one of the toughest decisions he’s ever had to make. As the camera slowly pans back, we see that a queue has started to form behind Jefferson, mainly composed of rookie wrestlers and backstage workers. None of whom have the guts to actually confront the number one contender to the World title.
At the bottom of the hall, a flow of ghost white hair can be seen turning the corner. It’s owner turns and looks down at the queue and slowly starts making his way down towards the gathering. It can be only one man; Dave Shadow. Dave joins the back of the queue, and tilts his head, trying to figure out whats going on. He taps an ACW staff member on the shoulder.
Dave: Hey, what’s happening?Worker: Jefferson has been making his mind up for 15 minutes now. Dave’s eyes open wide in shock. He shakes his head and starts moving down the queue. A few people moan that someone is skipping, but when they realise it’s Dave, they retreat back, not wanting to annoy him either. Dave walks up beside Jefferson and stands there, looking over Jefferson’s shoulder. Jack either doesn’t know he’s there or opts to ignore him. After a few moments of silence, Dave reaches out and presses the button for a coca-cola. Jefferson: Hey, what the... He turns and looks right into the face of Dave. Now realising who it is, a smile spreads across his face.Jefferson: Should have known. You owe me two dollars. Dave reaches down and takes the bottle out of the machine, before twisting it open and taking a big drink. He turns and starts to walk away. Jefferson: What? No big speech tonight? No monologue? Dave stops and turns back.
Dave: Nope.Jefferson: Really? Fuck me, there’s a first. Dave: Well, judging by how long it was taking you to choose a drink, I’m sure you’ve got a hell of a lot on your mind. You’re up against Dan White tonight and it’s for the World Championship. That’s a hell of a lot of pressure for anyone, least of all you. Nervous?Jefferson: Not in the slightest. What do I have to be nervous about? I can take Dan. Dave: You know, Dan isn’t the only thing you’ve got to be worried about. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m getting a crack at the World Champion come Winter’s Discontent, thanks to my win at Emperor of the Ring. And....God, I forget....who did I beat to earn that shot again?Jefferson: You know it’s funny you bring that up. Cause you also seem to be forgetting that last time we fought, I kicked your ass and beat you. Dave: True. Very, very true. And congrats on that Jack. You know, we’ve traded wins more than anyone else in this last year. Me, you, me, you. We’ve fought for the Entertainment Championship, the International Championship, the Emperor of the Ring crown....and provided if you beat Dan...Jefferson: WHEN I beat Dan... Dave: Yeah. “When”. You know, given how destiny and fate has continually forced us into conflicts and confrontations, I can’t help but feel there’s a higher power who laughs at constantly making us fight. So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to wish you good luck. I’m going to cross my fingers, and genuinely hope that you go out there and beat White tonight. Because as much as I have history with White, and as much as I’d love to be the one to knock that Welsh bastard off his throne, you and me....we’re destined to fight for quite some time yet. We’ve faced each other at every level but the top one, and maybe if we can fight there too, we can find out who the better man truly is.Jefferson: Yeah, and maybe then you’ll finally realise that I’m the better wrestler. Hey, I guess if you get your title back tonight you can bring that along with you. I’m sure people would eat up a clash of champions. Dave nods and grins from ear to ear. He puts the cap back on the bottle of coke and throws it at Jack. Jack catches it, as Dave pats him on the shoulder.
Dave: Good luck, Jack.Jefferson: Right back at you. Dave turns and leaves, and as the camera fades, it focuses in on Jack’s face; a mix of anger and malevolence, as a small smile creeps onto his features.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:06:43 GMT -5
Segment: The Wolf at the Door (Credit: Trent Wheeler)
Trent Wheeler is rushing out of the ACW arena. He was trying to lay back and enjoy himself tonight but now he is in a panic. Luckily, since he didn't have a match, he didn't a bags, so he was able to move unimpared.
Trent Wheeler: Dammit. If that bastard has done anything to my parents, I swear to God I'll kill'em.
Wheeler gets to his dark blue CR-V and stops. Howling is heard. Wheeler walks around the car, looking for the origin of the noise.
Trent Wheeler: I should of known. Your the one who called my cell phone. My families not in danger. Your mind games are pointless now.
A sinister laugh is heard.
Boss Blood Wolf: Well well well. Little itty bitty Trent has really grown up, hasn't he? I remember when you were just 17. Didn't know anything. I took you in and I made you a wolf...and how do you repay me? By leaving the pack.
Trent Wheeler: Listen old man, I realized I wanted to make something of myself, and that wasn't gonna happen if I was part of a gang.
Boss Blood Wolf: I hate that! I hate it! You think your better. You always did Trent. Always. You think your better than The Wolves? No! Your not better than anything. I'll break you down. I'll make you go back to your old ways.
Trent Wheeler: Do it then! Make my day and show yourself. I'm ready to fight!
Boss Blood Wolf: Hehehe. You'd like that, wouldn't you Trent? I'm gonna deal with you on my own time, my own way. Hahahahaha! Or maybe I could deal with you your way! That would be so much more demeaning. Later, Trent.
Trent Wheeler: Later!? What the hell do you mean later! Come on! Show yourself!
Wheeler waits but nothing happens. He screams into the darkness of the night. Angrily he pounds at his car. He settles down, and sits outside on the pavement, waiting. But nothing ever happens.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:07:45 GMT -5
ACW Tag Team Title Match: Flower Power vs Mystery Team
Saved for soon-to-be-added Yoko work.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:08:09 GMT -5
Title: I’ve not forgotten Credit: Chris Phenomenal I’ve not forgotten about you Paige. Even though I’ve lost you again, taken away from me so un-justly you’re always here with me, sitting right in my heart and I know right now you’d be proud of what I’ve accomplished, making it to the top, winning the International Championship. You’d understand what I’m going through, the blank spots in my memory where I lose control, where I suddenly pop out standing over the battered and bloody body of Dave Shadow, chair in hand. You’d understand the anger I feel, how even the slightest thing sets me off and the self restraint needed to keep everything in check. Senator keeps trying to get me to keep everything in check, keeps asking me about what happened, trying to break me down and find out what really has happened but I’ll never tell him. I’ll never let anyone know about you because that opens even more problems like the one we’re facing know. You’d be able to advise me what to do with Alicia, meddlesome yet I know she cares about me, she’s not one to hold grudges and that’s why she’s trying to aid me as best she can. I know all this but I still can’t accept it, all it does is anger me more, sending me over the edge into a fury, the only thing that stops me is when I inevitably break down because your image appears in front of me, almost like a corporeal spirit, always one step out of reach but always there. I’m too proud to admit it, but I’m scared of what I’m becoming, every day it seems to hit me closer and closer, you being gone and me not being able to do anything about it, I’ve got the contract, right here with me now, it never leaves my sight because it’s the key to breaking you free, I don’t know why, I don’t know how but it’s what he wants for you, an exchange I have to make. I’d throw away anything, my career, my house, it wouldn’t matter, even my life if it meant one more day with you. I’d kill…again if it meant getting you back. That acknowledgement though only feeds my anger, it leads me to want to come back to Harlem and blow the entire city up in search of you. I feel you and then all of the sudden I blank in a whole different place, every time I think I’ve figured out who has you I slip into a fit of rage and totally lose everything. I know if you were here you would want me to do the right thing, apologize to Dave, to Jay, to Alicia, to bow out gracefully and straighten my world but I know that won’t do anything. I need to stay focused until I know for sure exactly where you are, I need to stay sane, I need you…---- The scene opens to an abandoned warehouse, a large BDSM photo spread in front of a handsome looking, latino, about thirty five years in age. : Manny, what the hell is going on here? The man, now known as Manny quickly tucks the spread away, Manny: Hold up esse, what do you think you’re doin’ ‘ere. The man steps into view, another Hispanic man, this time in his early twenties. Man: You said if I got you ladies, I’d get a try at them and a cut, I’ve not got my try, or my cut. Now where is Paige, you said you wanted her pure until you were done, you wanted to see the blood flowing for your movies, your male side licking her virgin blood and I was fine with that. Now I’m sure you’ve more than broken her in, so I want my piece and my cash. Manny: I’ve not done anything’ to her yet, I’ve got something’ special planned for her holmes, can’t waist such a gorgeous piece on something as simple as that, I’ve got another ideas for her vato. Man: So know you’re turning your back on your son, I told you, I need the money. You wasn’t there for my birth, you wasn’t around for my mother and now that I’ve done this, it’s just like you, you backstabbin‘… The man reaches into his waistband and pulls out a .38 Smith and Wesson and points it right at Manny, finger itching on the trigger as many looks at him. Manny: You’re going to shoot your own father, in cold blood, over money? Man: It’s that or watch my mother die, I need the money. Manny: ‘ey, put the gun down then, you’re only going to kill her sooner and we both… Man: WE? WE? You’ve never cared about her, she was just a piece of ass to you, like these common whores. The man points at a few large cages that house a women a piece, bound as they sleep on stiff plywood beds. The distraction however costs him as behind him a man sneaks up and quickly dislocates his elbow, the gun falling from his hand and the burly man kicks the gun out of the way as Manny looks on. Manny: Sorry Junior, tell you mother I said hello. With that the scene fades out as Manny turns back to his work, smiling as he works on picking out the best pictures for his next magazine.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:08:42 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW International Title Re-match Dave Shadow vs. Chris Phenomenal (Credit: Dave Shadow) Dave Shadow vs Chris Phenomenal(Credit: Dave Shadow) Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the International Championship! Introducing first, the challenger....“Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Traders plays in, as the crowd leap to their feet, everyone cheering. It would seem that after everything that has happened over the past few weeks, the crowd have decided to throw the weight of their support back behind the man whom they hated for so long. Indeed, as Dave Shadow emerges through the curtains, the smile on his face is one of genuine happiness. Walking along side him is his brother, Jay Tyler, who isn’t smiling; rather, Jay looks ready to rip someone’s head off. The two men walk down the ramp to the ring, as Dave slides in under the bottom rope.McNally: Well, after months after turmoil and secrecy, it all boils down to this. Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal, one on one. And Edison, the big question is, can Dave restrain his raw emotions long enough to recapture the International Championship.Edison: It certainly must be a major part of Phenomenal’s game plan tonight. If he can really get inside Dave Shadow’s head, he can beat him and that will be it for Dave. No more title shots. McNally: If? I think Chris got inside Dave’s head months ago.....Indeed, while Dave is smiling, the way he moves around the ring displays the level of anxiousness he is feeling. He paces across the ring, as Jay Tyler takes his position at ringside.
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, International title around his waist. 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 on either side of the entrance ramp explode.As the pyro explodes, Chris notices movement on the ramp. As it hits him just what’s happening, he reaches round behind his back and throws off the championship belt. He only just has enough time to free himself of the weight, as Dave Shadow comes crashing towards him with a big forearm, catching Chris in the face. Edison: Dave not wasting any time! As soon as he saw Chris, he was away up that ramp!Dave grabs Chris by the jacket and starts trying to pull him down towards the ring, obviously so impatient that he wants to get this match underway as quickly as possible. However, Chris manages to slip out of his top. By the time Dave realizes this, Chris has recovered enough from the surprise attack to throw a punch into Dave’s gut. Chris grabs Dave by the head and runs him towards the audience’s barricade, using all his strength to send Dave crashing into it. These two haven’t even officially begun their match, and already Dave is in a bad situation. Dave hits the barricade spine first, and the crash echoes through the arena. By now, the ref has made his way to the two men and is barking orders at Chris, telling him to get into the ring. Chris is happy to oblige, grabbing Dave by his ghost white hair, and starting to drag him towards the ring. Dave follows, holding his back, as Chris rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. Chris stands for a few moments, a smile on his face, the crowd booing the man loudly. Chris just seems to eat up the reaction though. The camera moves around Chris, as the champ turns his head and realizes that there is someone else at ringside. Chris stares at Jay Tyler, and starts slowly making his way round the ring towards him, approaching him menacingly. Jay, to his credit, doesn’t back down, but as fit and strong as he is, he knows he’s not a pro-wrestler, and he’s already received one ass kicking courtesy of Chris. As Chris comes within a few feet of Jay, the crowd start cheering again. Chris looks at them trying to see why before turning back to the ring; as he does, Dave comes diving through the ring ropes feet first, kicking Chris hard in the jaw. Dave stays mostly in the ring, as Chris now plunges back into the crowd barricade. He let’s out a little cry of pain before walking forward. Dave grabs the top rope and flings himself out of the ring, landing on top of Chris with an almighty cross body. The two men go down hard, Dave on top of Chris, and as soon as they’ve hit the ground, Dave starts pounding into his opponent with some massive punches, pounding into his forehead. Dave leaps up, and grabs Chris by the head before sliding him into the ring. Dave follows him in, and at last, the ref can ring the bell to officially start the match up. Dave picks Chris up, and pushes him back against the ropes, before trying to whip him across the ring. Unfortunately, Chris has the wits to counter, and instead, it’s Dave who ends up running forward, hitting the ropes and coming back fast. As Dave comes back, he’s immediately met with a hard elbow smash from Chris, who chased him towards the ropes. Dave goes down hard, clutching his jaw, as Chris falls forward onto the ropes. The champ is still reeling from the pre-match attack, and it looks to have really pissed the guy off! Chris pulls back and launches a vicious kick to the back of Dave’s head, sending the challenger back down to the canvas as he tries to get up. Chris throws another two, as the crowd boo. Finally, he grabs Dave by the head and forcibly drags him over to the corner of the ring, putting him in a sitting position with the back of his head against the bottom turnbuckle. He takes a moment, before starting to unleash several punches down on top of Dave’s head, just continuing to hit him with blunt fists. The ref tries to get in between them, a rope break causing him to try and stop Chris’ attack, but Chris uses every second he has to beat Dave down. Finally the ref drags Chris back, as Dave flops to the mat, holding his head. McNally: This isn’t the position Dave wants to be in so early on in this match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:09:11 GMT -5
Chris holds his arms up for the ref, trying to act innocent, but as soon as the ref moves, he charges back over to Dave and kicks him in the head. Jay pounds the ring apron, trying to get some support going for Dave, and the crowd are only too happy to scream their lungs out. Chris ignores it and grabs Dave by the head, lifting him up to his feet and pushing him back into corner. He stands in front of Dave, looking at him, staring in to his eyes. Dave may have been beaten up, but he’s far from out of it though. Much to Chris’ amazement, a large smile spreads across the face of Dave. Chris tilts his head, trying to figure out why, before Dave suddenly explodes with a burst of energy.
Dave grabs Chris by the head and throws him into the corner, the two men switching positions. Dave starts raining massive right hands down on top of Chris, going absolutely nuts on him and releasing all the tension from the last few weeks and months. In defense, Chris makes a desperate attempt to push Dave back, but while he succeeds, this only gives Dave the room to run up and connect a high knee to the jaw of his opponent. Chris’ head whips back and his eyes start to glaze over, as Dave stands on the ropes for a few moments, staring out at the crowd. He grabs Chris by the head and turns, looking to start an attempt at a bulldog. As he starts running across the ring though, Chris puts his hand on the small of Dave’s back and gives him a big shove. Dave loses his grip on Chris and ends up in the opposite corner. He turns and charges Chris again, but gets picked up and dropped with a massive battery spinebuster, driving him down hard onto the canvas.
Chris may have hit the move but the knee did a lot of damage and he stays down on the canvas for a little while. Dave, on the other hand, doesn’t look to be getting up at all soon, as he arches his back and holds his spine. Chris gets back to his feet, and grabs Dave by the leg, dragging him over to the ropes. Chris drops down and slides out of the ring, as he starts to drag Dave with him as well.Chris drops down and slides out of the ring, as he starts to drag Dave with him as well. He lies Dave’s head over the side of the apron, takes a step back and nails him with a stiff European uppercut to the jaw. Dave bounces up, his head hits the ropes, and that sends him crashing back down to the canvas hard again.
As Chris stands on the outside of the ring, the crowd start booing. He tries to give the image of not being bothered by it, but his eyes glance all round him, betraying his annoyance. He slips back in to the ring, as Dave tries to use the ropes to pull himself back up to a vertical base. Chris stands back, measuring him up for a moment, before moving in to attack again. Chris lifts his fists up close to his head, assuming a boxing stance, before starting to throw some vicious looking shots. A left jab to the kidney, a right hook to the torso, followed quickly by another left to the side of the head. Dave falls down to the ground again, but Chris isn’t finished. He climbs on top of Dave, mounting him, and continuing to throw some big boxing shots.
Eventually, the ref pulls Chris off Dave, the challenger being close enough to the ropes to warrant a break. Chris gets up reluctantly, as he gives the referee a deadly look. He grabs Dave by the hair, and starts to pull him up to his feet again. As he does, Dave throws a right of his own, catching Chris in the gut and winding the champ. Dave grabs Chris by the head, pulls back and connects with a big headbutt. Clashing skulls sends Chris falling back, as Dave stumbles back into the ropes as well. He shakes his head, as the crowd start cheering. On the outside, Jay is on full cheerleader duty, trying to get everyone on their feet cheering.
Edison: Did you ever think you’d see the day that this crowd found themselves fully behind Dave Shadow again? McNally: I think the crowd have now transcended their hatred towards Dave, and respect whats been happening over the last few weeks!
Dave pushes away from the ropes, and as Chris comes back to try and connect with another punch, Dave lifts his arm and blocks it. Dave hits Chris with a strong jab to the jaw, followed by another, and another. Chris has been backed into the middle of the ring, and looks groggy on his feet, as Dave turns and charges the ropes, trying to build momentum for another attack. He comes back as hard and fast as possible…
….and Chris catches him in the head with a high dropkick, ending Dave’s second wind. The crowd groans and slump back into their seats, as Dave hits the canvas hard. He rolls on the ground as Chris gets to his knees, and looks at his opponent. Grinding his teeth, Chris moves towards Dave, flips him on his back and goes for a cover attempt.
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Dave gets his shoulder up pretty quickly; he’s in a lot of pain but obviously still has enough energy to get out of the pin. Chris grabs Dave by the head, and foregoing fairplay, grabs Dave by the hair and slams his head down on the canvas, before trying to cover again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:09:46 GMT -5
No. Again, Dave kicks out. Chris leaps up to his feet and stands over his opponent for a moment, before grabbing him by the hair again. Chris brings Dave to the middle of the ring, before trying to lift him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. However, as he gets Dave up, Dave starts bringing his knee and elbow together, sandwiching Chris’s head in between. He connects three times with skull crushing blows, as Chris falls down to one knee. Dave falls forward and lands on his feet, giving him the perfect position to grab Chris by the head, and drill him down into the canvas with a DDT.
Chris flips over onto his back, and the two men find themselves down on the canvas, flat-out once more. Dave manages to roll over onto his front and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. Tilting his head back, he looks at Chris who is also starting to rise to his feet. Dave is up first though, and charages Chris. Chris gets to a vertical base, but is only on his feet for a few seconds, as Dave connects with a massive spear to the side, nearly knocking Chris out of his shoes. Chris lands on the canvas with a hard thud, as Dave grabs the leg and desperately tries for a cover.
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2….No, Chris is out just as the ref hits two. Dave doesn’t stop for a breather though, as he leaps up to his feet and grabs Chris by the head. He lifts him and backs him into the ropes. Again though, Chris manages to reverse, sending Dave running. Dave hits the ropes and comes back, managing to duck a clothesline attempt. Dave leaps onto the second rope, springs back and turns in mid air, before landing on top of Chris with a massive Lou Thez press! The crowd are on their feet again, as Dave stands and starts screaming at the champ to stand up. As much out of instinct than anything else, Chris does rise. Dave kicks him in the gut, leaps up and wraps his legs round Chris’ head. Dave falls back and manages to flip Chris over with a big hurricanrana.
Chris rolls across the ring to the ropes and drops down to the outside. Dave screams, hyping the crowd up, as he walks over to the ropes, grabs the top one and lines himself up. Chris stands as Dave launches over the top rope. Chris spots him coming and side steps. Dave is smarter than that though and manages to land on the apron. Chris spots this as well, and swings his arms at Dave’s legs; Dave counters again though, leaping over the arm. He kicks Chris in the head, forcing Chris to stumble back, into a perfect position. Dave runs along the apron, leaps off and connects with a big crossbody!
Edison: Dave has taken control of this match and his high flying antics are nearly too much for Chris to handle!
Dave leaps off Chris, and grabs his head, dragging him to his feet again and absolutely refusing to give Chris even a microsecond to regain his breath. He rolls Chris into the ring and follows him in. Chris tries to mount some sort of defense, clambering to his feet and turning to face Dave, but Dave’s anger has taken over. He connects with a right then left slap to the jaw, absolutely stunning Chris. The champ goes spaghetti legged, barely able to stay standing, as Dave looks at him for a few moments. Dave drops and connects with a drop kick to the knee. Chris lands on one knee, as Dave climbs up fast, and jumps again, this time hitting a front dropkick to the side of his opponent’s head. Chris spins a little before collapsing onto the mat.
McNally: What a flurry of attacks! Dave must be closing in on victory now! Edison: I don’t think this is about victory for Dave as much as it is for revenge.
Indeed, as talk turns to revenge, the camera cuts out to show Jay, who is jumping with joy at the sight of his brother kicking ass. Back in the ring, Dave grabs the leg and lies over Chris, looking to reclaim his title.
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No! Chris manages to get the arm up, and Dave looks at the camera. Oddly, he is smiling; deep down, Dave is delighted that Chris is refusing to give up. More reason to inflict some damage! Dave grabs Chris by the head and picks him up, shoving him towards the corner. As Chris lies against the turnbuckles, Dave takes a run up, looking for the high knee to the jaw. Chris has enough left in him to grab the rope and move out of the way though. Dave lands on the second rope, and looks to the crowd as much to say “Yeah, I’m not that stupid”. He turns and looks for Chris who wanders back to the middle of the ring. Dave climbs up to the top rope, and leaps off, looking for another cross body. Chris side steps again though, as Dave eats canvas. He leaps up to his feet and grabs his chest, trying not to stay down for long, but this only gives Chris the chance to sneak up behind him and grab him.
Chris picks Dave up and drops him back down on top of his head with a horrible looking backdrop driver. The crowd squirm from the impact, as Dave flops over onto the canvas. His head is tilted to one side and as the camera zooms in on his face, his eyes are completely glazed over.
Edison: Oh God, that was vicious! Dave may have broken his neck!
As Dave lies on the mat, Chris gets back to his hands and knees. He glances at Dave and shakes his head. His eyes shoot death at Dave (metaphorically of course), as he starts to crawl over to his opponent. He stares down at Dave from directly over head, evil intentions running through his head. The crowd boo and Jay begs Dave to get up, but the smile on Chris’ face confirms what everyone is thinking. Dave is in a really bad way, and this is the opportunity that Chris has been looking for. Chris wraps his arm under Dave’s head and starts climbing to his feet. Dave is practically dead weight, but Chris uses his raw strength to lift him to his feet, before scooping him up onto his shoulders. Chris has him in the fireman’s carry, and from there, it’s easy to spin him round and drop him into a cutter.
McNally: And that’s it. Chris just hit his signature “Carnage Cutter” TKO, and you’ve got to believe that’s it for Dave.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:11:23 GMT -5
Dave lies on the canvas, face down, as Chris just sits beside him. He’s breathing heavily and obviously hasn’t recovered fully from the previous attack. After a while of just sitting there, he rolls Dave over onto his back, and drapes himself casually across his challenger, obviously thinking this one is over.
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NO! Dave manages to get a shoulder up, barely, at 2 and a half, and Chris can’t believe it. He sits up, his eyes wide open and staring at the ref. He is in utter disbelief, and dives across Dave again, looking to pin him again.
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NO! Again, Dave gets the shoulder up, and Chris can’t believe it. Jay and the crowd are all on their feet, cheering and chanting for Dave to get back up and fight. Chris shakes his head and leaps to his feet, screaming at the ref that it was a clear three. The ref shakes his head and holds up two fingers, much to Chris’ dismay. Chris rounds back on Dave, as he backs into the corner. Dave is starting to stir, but is obviously in a lot of pain. He holds the back of his head and neck, as he tries getting to his feet. As he is halfway up, Chris charges….right into a leaping hurricanrana! Chris flips over as the crowd are cheering loudly. Dave stands but stumbles into the ropes, as Chris too uses the ropes to get back up. He can’t believe whats happening, as Dave moves into the center of the ring. Chris stands and looks at Dave; the challenger raises his fists and starts goading Chris, begging him to come at him.
Chris smiles and shakes his head; even he has to admit this is showing some tenacity. Chris moves towards Dave again and throws a punch, but Dave ducks it. Dave hits a kick to the knee. Chris grabs his leg, but that leaves his other leg exposed for another kick. Now, Chris grabs both his legs, and Dave takes a few steps back. The ref goes to check on Chris, as Dave runs up and sends a straight boot towards Chris’ gut. Chris grabs it, and laughs, but Dave was planning on it. He wiggles a single finger at Chris, who’s face drops for a few moments. He spins Dave’s leg round as hard as he cane, trying to get rid of him, but Dave pivots, and comes back round, hard and fast.
Chris sees it coming and ducks. The ref….well, he isn’t as agile. Dave’s boot catches him in the side of the head, and the ref goes down. Dave rolls over onto his hands and knees, and both Chris and Dave find themselves face to face, level and staring at each other. Slowly, both men turn their heads and look at the ref’s downed body. He simply lies there. The two men turn back to face each other, and both try getting to their feet as quickly as possible. But it’s Dave who is quickest; he leaps up and as Chris rises, Dave grabs his head and pulls back, dragging him fast down to the canvas again!
Edison: BLINK! BLINK! Dave caught Chris with the Blink out of nowhere!
Dave rolls Chris over and starts to pin the downed champion. And then he remembers something. The ref! Dave gets up and looks at the downed ref, trying to get him to wake up. Alas, the ref is well and truly out of it. Dave turns round and a big grin spreads across his face. He, and the cheering crowd, have noticed that Jay is standing on the apron, looking at his brother. And more importantly, Jay has something in his hand. A chair. Dented and still slightly stained.
McNally: Is that…..the chair Chris used on the two brothers? Edison: I think it is! It must have been hidden under the ring, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.
Dave nods and Jay throws the chair to Dave who catches it, and grasps it firmly. Chris starts stirring, and clambers to his knees. As he does, he notices a pair of feet in front of him. Chris slowly raises his head up, and finally makes eye contact with Dave, noticing the chair on his way up. He stares at Dave, not begging or pleading. Just an angry look in his face. Dave takes a step back and lifts the chair up, as Chris just continues to stare, with Jay at ringside screaming at Dave to do it.
McNally: After months of torture and misery, this is it. Dave gets his chance to finally gain revenge!
Dave pulls back and goes to fire off the chair shot, but as he does, something catches his attention in the corner of his field of vision. A black and white shirt has risen and its owner is looking straight at him. The referee has awaken and is staring right at Dave and Chris, and more importantly the chair in Dave’s hand. Dave holds back on the chair, as Chris kneels in front of him, neither man moving.
Edison: Before it was all about revenge, but if the ref sees Dave hit Chris with the chair, then it’s game over for Dave. McNally: Chris would win by DQ and that would mean the end of Dave’s participation in the International Title hunt. Remember Gingerdude’s stipulation. If Dave loses, he can never challenge Chris for the title again!
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