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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:35:40 GMT -5
Segment: Death Credit: Michael Smart The screen is dark, with absolutely nothing visible. However, faint voices can be heard. The voices eventually grow louder until a voice starts talking. The voice belongs to a man, a deep voice with a serious tone.
Man: All good things must come to an end. Sometimes the end comes sooner, sometimes later, but this sad fact of life is proven true time and time again. However, we shouldn't waste time mourning the end, but celebrating the good times we had while ACW was still alive. After all, it's not the years in your life, but the life in your years that matter the most.
Slightly higher-pitched voice: So let's put some life to this party!
The screen suddenly comes to life with flashing lights. After a few moments two figures can be made out. One of them, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, is Michael Smart, staring at the camera with his trademark serious, focused stare. Standing next to him, swaying from side to side in a way that could almost be mistaken from dancing, is Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit and a yellow tie. Generic techno music is playing loudly as the two men, standing in front of lights that alternately illuminate the room in shades of blue, red and yellow, try to talk over the music. Realizing that the music is too loud for anything else to be heard, Daniel grabs a remote control, points it offscreen and presses a button on it, turning the music off.
Michael Smart: Now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we remind everyone who we are.
Daniel Smart: For those of you not familiar with us, we are cousins Smart with a capital S, the greatest manager-client duo in the history of ACW and all-around great guys.
Michael Smart: Once we received word of ACW having its last show ever, we felt obligated to be present at this bittersweet occasion.
Daniel Smart: But since we didn't feel like flying all the way to the event, we figured that a pre-taped video would do just as well.
Michael Smart: There's no need to be that blunt about it, Daniel.
Daniel Smart: What? I'm just saying that no one will notice the difference between this and us actually being there.
Michael Smart: And no one would have if you hadn't said it out loud. But moving on; Daniel and I have a lot of great memories from our time in ACW, and we felt that we needed to honor those memories with a few words.
Daniel Smart: Allow me to present to you a reading of my poem for ACW.
Michael Smart: Yeah, allow Daniel to...
Michael pauses for a second, his expression turning into one of confusion.
Michael Smart: A poem?
Daniel Smart: Oh, didn't I mention that part to you? I wrote a poem, and like all the best poems, it's in limerick form.
Daniel reaches into a pocket inside his suit, grabbing a piece of paper. Daniel unfolds the paper and starts reciting the words on it.
Daniel Smart: There once was a man named Smart With quite a lot of heart Who in the ring was the best His opponents naught but a pest His wrestling a work of art
He looked for a place worth his time Where he could get paid more than just couple a dime And reach the top Of the wrestling lot This sentence is here just to rhyme
Once ACW caught his eyes Other feds were rendered but tiny mice For ACW had it all Both glamour and gore The great tales of it were no lies
With his handsome cousin he entered This wrestling fed, and soon they blended Into this place of lore With true legends galore...
Daniel starts staring at the poem in his hands in silence. Michael, in turn, starts staring at his cousin, waiting for him to continue. After the pause grows far too long, Michael grows impatient.
Michael Smart: Well?
Daniel Smart: Oh, uh... This is kind of embarassing, but I was working on this poem late last night and I kinda fell asleep in the middle of it. Poems are not really my style anyway, I think a freestyle would be a far better tribute for ACW.
Michael Smart: Well, you're not doing one.
Michael turns to the camera.
Michael Smart: ACW had some great times, and I'll be sure to remember them for the rest of my life. Rest in peace, ACW, you've earned it.
Michael walks off screen, done with his farewell to ACW. Daniel stares after him, waiting for him to go away before he turns back to the camera and starts his freestyle.
Daniel Smart: Yo, my name is Dan! I'm spitting rhymes cause I can! My name is known from here to Afghanistan!
Michael Smart: Daniel, stop!
Daniel looks at his cousin, who returned only to stop him. Visibly upset, Daniel sighs and hangs his head low.
Daniel Smart: Fine.
With that, the cousins leave as the scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by Dan White on Jan 3, 2011 17:36:34 GMT -5
(I didn't write anything for the show due to it being rescheduled a day earlier but I just wanted to say something. I'll keep it short and sweet. ACW took up a good portion of my life, 6 and a half years. And even though it has come to an end, I'm happy for the good times we've had both writing and as a community. I've met ace people that I still talk to now. And Dalton too. CHeers everyone and I'll see you for the comeback show in February!)
Also, Zero is a massive douche. That is all.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:36:57 GMT -5
Match 3: Buddy Ghee vs. Natalie Burrows – Tables Match
Phillip: This match will be contested under Tables Match rules…coming out first, from Durham, North Carolina, Natalie Burrows!
'Innocence' hits the speakers, the fans cheering as the overhead lights dim. The area right in front of the curtain is bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena, the end result seemingly coloring the air itself. Stepping out into that brilliant light, Natalie Burrows walks to the edge of that blinding spot until she is visible and raises her fists above her head. The movement triggers white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks, the Southern Belle emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off. Making her way down the ramp, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her… but her focus is on the ring. Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet. The nearest turnbuckle is mounted as she looks out over the crowd, once again raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, doing a couple stretches to prepare for the match at hand.
Phillip: And her opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 198lbs, from New York City, Buddy Ghee!
” Shining Star” by Earth Wind and Fire hits and the funky Buddy Ghee steps from behind that curtain, ready to fight in a tables match. While the Southern Belle in the ring looked confident on her way down, it appears to be dropping as she finally sees her opponent and knows this match is happening. This gives Ghee an extra boost of confidence, but not too much as he knows he lost to her last match and doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction again. He reaches into the ring and removes his funky entrance attire, leaving the bell to sound so the match can begin.
The Bell Rings
It isn't the first time that these two have been across the ring from one another in a match, but under these circumstances - the rules change drastically. Buddy Ghee stares from across the corner with a huge smile across his face - he's confident, and why shouldn't he be? He's going against a girl in a tables match? But if there's one thing that ACW has taught males around the world over the past 6 and a half years, it's that to never - NEVER - underestimate a member of the opposing sex.
There's no sense of a collar elbow tie up in this kind of match up, not with the intention of out wrestling your opponent, so the fiery southern belle immediately start things off with a flurry of forearms to the jaw, which gets the crowd quite rowdy for the beautiful Burrows. The forearms certainly take their effect, each blow sending Ghee further and further back until he lands on the ropes - now it's an irish whip to finish the job, if only she could move her opponent. As Burrows attempts the irish whip, it seems Ghee has managed to hold onto the top rope - and now it appears things has shifted in his manner. He immediately throws Burrows up over one shoulder and plant her down to the mat violently with a snap spinebuster. The bump is quite hard, and even Natalie smartly rolls towards the ropes and under the bottom rope to recover, holding the back of her head in pain.
Ghee already wasn't too happy about losing at Samhain, but the following show later - he found himself on the losing side to Ms. Burrows after underestimating her, there was no way he was gonna let that happen again. He immediately goes after her, and there's not much that the referee can do as this isn't the type of match where you're bound by the rules - there's one objective and one objective only, and that's to put your opponent through the table.
As Ghee slipped out the ring, Burrows smartly enough found herself sliding back in the ring – showing that she’s not as simple as she looks, but Ghee follows her back into the ring and she goes on the offensive once more. Forearms after forearms to the upper back makes some dents but fails to do any major damage, as Ghee pushes her off to stop the onslaught. Burrows comes back and she lands a standing dropkick on Ghee to knock him down. Ghee gets right back up and is met with another dropkick, and then a third one sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Momentum is firmly on Ms. Burrows side, and she now leaps towards the corner and attempts a monkey flip but he manages to move out the way. Burrows manages to land on the middle turnbuckle however, but before she can turn around she’s met with a violent kick to the lower back. The kick sends a shock up her spine and now Ghee can take control of this match, he hits her with an elevated back suplex that brings her back down to the mat – and uncharacteristically, at least for this match thus far – he kips right back up to his feet.
The crowd isn’t feeling too much that kip up, but now he can strut around – and let loose, become that juve & funky Buddy Ghee that the people know, especially since he’s got this match under control. Burrows is down and he now picks her up once more and brings her back down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. He gets up and the theatrics comes in, hitting a brief Nature Boy strut while those hardcore fans in attendance meet him with a resounding “Woooo!”
At this point it would probably be critical to get the table in this match, but he wants to relish this moment a bit more. Last Warfare, Burrows defeated him – it’s time to make her pay, and while he isn’t one to rough up the ladies (at least as far as we know), he’s definitely not gonna sit around and be embarrassed by one. Natalie is slowly crawling back up to her feet, using the ropes to help her up – and Ghee stalks her from behind. She turns around and walks right into a Pendulum Backbreaker, dropping her right across his knee and sending her into another world of hurt. She yells out in pain briefly, and Ghee keeps her across his knee and starts stretching her body. The limber wrestler’s torso and back are stretched as he presses down on her neck and knees while in this position and after a few more seconds of pain he releases her. He looks down at her, and even begins to feel sorry for her – but not sorry enough, as he now exits the ring and lifts up the ring skirt – it’s time for the first table in this match.
Pulling out the long wood gets a positive reaction from the crowd, no matter who it is. And rather than set it up on the inside of the ring, he sets it up on the outside. From there, he goes under the ring again and now pulls out another table and sets it up right behind that table. As dual tables lay on the outside, Ghee smiles to the fans at ringside and it doesn’t garner him much support from the crowd. He picks up Burrows by her beautiful blonde locks, and without any care in the world – he drags her through the ropes and onto the apron – hovering above the tables. Both now stand on the apron, and Ghee signals to the crowd for the end once more – lifting her up over her head in a Military Press position. If she falls through the table from here, she can more than likely crack a rib – especially since it’s an easier throw from the apron. Luckily however, she manages to slip off the arms of Ghee and lands into the ring.
With Ghee on the apron, she lands several forearms to the New York native – and with one arm hanging on, he’s teetering over the bring of destruction. A knife edge chop surprisingly sends a jolt of pain through the body of Ghee, loosening his grip again – and now she backs up and scores with a major Enziguri from inside the ring. Ghee’s grip loses and he falls back – but he’s lucky not to even strike the table as he managed to position his leg inside the ring so his leg gets caught on the ropes. A resounding “Awww” by the crowd, but now Natalie is back on top in this match and she stomps away at his knee. Ghee eventually slips off the apron and falls to the ground outside, right in front of the tables – and he now begins plotting his escape. He stumbles towards the barricade and now gets one leg over, hoping to escape through the crowd but it’s Natalie who grabs a hand full of afro and pulls him back to ringside. She bangs his head against the apron, and then once more before picking him up and pushing him back into the ring.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:37:17 GMT -5
He rolls into the ring and now finds some distance so he can rise back up on his knees. Ghee has firmly angered the sweet as can be southern belle and now he has to pay – or does he? Pleading with her, he asks her to show him some mercy – any mercy and she takes a minute or two to contemplate it. He insists he’s sorry for everything he has said and everything that he has done to her, and all he wants to do is have a little fun as ACW goes off the airwaves and she continues to contemplate. Natalie wants to find the best in everyone, but Ghee definitely takes that kindness as her weakness and he quickly scoops her up and hot shots her on the top rope. Her body snaps back and she begins to hold her throat, trying to catch air and Ghee rises back up and points to his head, knowing he has outsmarted her. He picks her up once more and delivers a snap suplex in the middle of the ring to keep her down; he now goes back up on the outside and retrieves another table – this time sliding it into the ring.
Ghee places a few more knees in the ribs of Burrows, to keep her down and he sets this table up parallel to the turnbuckle in the corner. Buddy now picks up Burrows and he places her up the table, and he sets his sights on getting some air in this match. Ascending to the top rope from in the ring, it appears Buddy is going to end this match with one beautiful moonsault – and he indeed has one within his arsenal. Leaping through the air, almost majestically – he gets some great hang time, however that doesn’t save him from his crash and burn future. Natalie manages to roll out the way in the nick of time, and Ghee goes right through the table.
However, since Natalie didn’t put him through the table by force – this match continues, but it’s certainly gonna make things a lot easy for her. Ghee is motionless, and Burrows quickly tries to gather herself to take the advantage in this match. She grabs the two broken halves of the table and disposes of them so she can pick up Mr. Ghee. Powering him up a bit, she hits one of her signature moves’ Acceptance’ – which should definitely keep him down if that last move didn’t.
She now goes on the outside and grabs a table of her own, which is much harder to maneuver around than she intended – but she manages to get it into the ring. Ghee however has managed to roll over to the corner and he pulls something out of his tights – a miniature can of some sort, and we just thought he was happy to see Natalie. As Natalie sets up the table similar to how Ghee did, she now picks him up and the spray goes off right in her face.
The dastardly Buddy Ghee actually has blinded Burrows with a small can of Afro Sheen. She may be temporarily blinded from the spray, as she drops to the ground and starts coughing. Ghee however smiles, as he picks himself up and sees himself a great opportunity. A major kick sends her down like a sack of bricks and with the table set up again – he can’t lose, this time however, he’s not going for a moonsault again. He sets her up on the top rope, and the superplex appears to be what will do away the sweet Natalie Burrows. He ascends to the middle rope, and it looks like she’s going to be going through the table – but with her sight coming back shortly, she manages to begin fighting back a bit. A few punches to the jaw and a forearm sends Ghee dropping down, but he doesn’t fall through the table – but lands on his feet. Anticipating something that might send him through the table, quickly Ghee knocks it over – and he sets his attention back of Natalie who looks to come off the ropes with a dropkick. Ghee sidesteps it though, almost swatting it away and Natalie crashes and burns on the mat.
Not dealing with any more close calls, Ghee decides to end it and he’s calling for the finishing maneuver – the Shining Star. He ascends to the top rope, and he awaits for Natalie to begin rising up. As she reaches her feet, she understands what’s coming next and almost instinctively runs up towards the ropes to go for something but she’s pie faced off. She stumbles back a bit, giving Ghee the opportunity but he doesn’t quite take it. Apparently that pie face seems to have knocked him off balance a bit, and as he’s trying to recover it – Burrows attempts it again, this time scoring with a step up Enziguri. The Enziguri sends Ghee dropping off the top rope to ringside through the two tables set up earlier in the evening and the bell sounds for the match to end.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Natalie Burrows!
”Innocence” strikes, and Natalie picks her head up from the mat. In the final match, the last hurrah – she has managed to score a win, and it feels oh so good. Referee Carter Donovan raises her hand up in triumph, and while she’ll never have that storied ACW career that she may have hoped for a month ago, she knows that she can leave with her head high.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:38:40 GMT -5
Segment: The Final Thing I Will Ever Write! (Credit: Thunder Train) Oh so here we are again, ACW Island. I haven't done shit in nearly a year and honestly, I've pretty much forgot EVERYTHING that I have EVER written. All the little minor characters I had going, I really have no idea what's going on with them. I'll try to fill people in I guess in case they're wondering. I guess Thunder Thighs had a kid with Cheng, Thunder Lawyer is the district attorney for Gotham City, Chef is now on Iron Chef America, Ricky Falcon got hit by an ice cream truck dancing in traffic.
Anyway, here we go, backstage I guess, we see Thunder Train walking around.Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! But thanks to the Atkins diet, I have lost over 100 pounds!Applause from nowhere.Thunder Train: Thanks. Now many of you are probably wondering what I've been doing since I left ACW many moons ago. And here's the scoop. Nothing! That's right, I never left. I have simply been back here eating food! At one point I was over 500 pounds. I knew that something had to change. Subway was shit so lets try the Atkins diet! And it worked. However, I'm back up to 495. Whatever, no big deal to me. More applauseThunder Train: So I hear Freeman is champion. That sucks. No wonder why this place is closing down. And on top of that, I heard that Thunderkiss was arrested on child pornography charges. No surprise there. Oh well, it's funny how things change. I mean it seems like just yesterday I was ACW Champion.Random Guy from Nowhere: You were never champion! Thunder Train: FUCK YOU! And fuck her too! If I was richer I'd still be with ya, now ain't that some shit.Background singers: Ain't that some shit! Thunder Train: Ahem sorry. I was channeling my cousin Cee-Lo there. But anyway, it's amazing how many memories there are. I mean I remember *insert memory here* and what a great time that was. However, all good things must come to an end, which is why I am stopping my diet today and going back to eating EVERYTHING! Random People: Woo! Train begins to go on a rampage eating whatever he sees. Chairs, tables, food (go figure), door knobs, computers and even people! I mean, can you just picture this?!?!? I DON'T BELIEVE IT!Thunder Train: California gurls, are the most delicious, daisy dukes, and some cherries on top! MUAHAHAH *MUNCH!*Train easy eats some weird looking chick like from the music video.Thunder Train: This. Right here. Is my. Dinner! Now I'm feeling so full like a G6! Oh na na, what's for dinner?Train continues to do horrible parodies of popular songs while he goes on his rampage. He continues to do down the hall doing whatever he can to eat everything!
End. Andy's Comments: Alright people, yeah this segment sucked but I don't care. I felt that I had to do at least a little something for this show and this is it. I've been out of it for so long that I actually didn't have any ideas for what to do. I just hope that it gave you a few chuckles to remember what the old Train was, a total joke character that didn't make any sense.
Let's move onto some other memories shall we? Ever since I came here in 2006 you guys have been a big part of my life. Back then I was a little fat kid in the 7th grade and now I'm a senior that is going to graduate this May oh and I'm not fat! That's pretty crazy to think about. And as sad and depressing as this may seem, a lot of you guys were my closest friends at one point. Playing Call of Duty and GTA on all those late nights were hilarious and great memories. The show chats were great and the MSN conversations were fun as well. I'm sad to see that it's all gone now, but you can't be upset that it's over, and just smile that it happened. When you all helped me through that whole girl ordeal 2 years ago (LOL I CAN SAY THAT NOW) I really appreciated that. And I was actually in a pretty long relationship until just recently with another girl. It's weird how many of you helped me gain confidence and things like that. Who would have thought that a bunch of internet strangers could help shape who I am today. I thank you all for that.
Like I said earlier, all good things eventually come to an end and everyone should be proud of what they've done here. There has been a lot of ups and downs and a lot of drama but deep down we all get along! Except Ken and everyone now because he disappeared and refuses to contact any one of us. But whatever.
ACW members you stay beautiful (Or in Freeman's case, get beautiful) and I'll log onto MSN more if you wanna chat with me.
I wish you all the best in your future endeavors.
The Train is always hungry!
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:39:28 GMT -5
Segment: Reunion (Freeman/ ) Earlier tonight, Jason Freeman had stated that he shall be choosing his opponent for the ACW Championship later in the night, and ever since the entire arena had been buzzing. One last ACW title match, after all the classics that had been witnessed in this ring for years. Who could it be? With all the faces here tonight there were so many possibilities, and to be honest the fans were ready to see anybody dethrone Jason Freeman. They were dying in anticipation, but as it turned out, they weren’t going to have to wait very long.
At that very moment, the world champion himself – Jason Freeman – was on his way to the ring. The camera zooms out to show him as he walks down the hallways of the ACW building. Title on his shoulder, he walks with a purpose. The announcement was coming. The fans boo the sight of him, but at the same time they are happy to see the waiting is over. Suddenly, Freeman stops. Somebody has caught his eye. He looks to the side, and a familiar voice is heard. One that causes everybody to stand up and cheer!?: Well, if it isn’t Jason Freeman! The camera zooms out to reveal of course, Danny Mainer! Those slower members in the crowd who didn't recognize the voice certainly recognize the face, and the crowd erupts once more. Four months ago, Danny Mainer had lost a barbed wire steel cage match to Jason Freeman. Freeman escaped from that match with the world championship, but Danny Mainer had been forced to leave ACW forever. It is not a pleasant surprise then for Freeman to see Mainer standing in front of him once more, a cheery smile on his face. Freeman has a look of disgust fixed upon his face as he looks at the man he kicked out of the company and took the world championship from – the world championship that sits on his shoulder.Danny Mainer: ”So I see you’re still carrying around my belt!”Freeman: I believe you mean MY belt. The championship that I defeated you for. In case you’ve forgotten, it was right before I forced you to leave ACW. Forever. And yet here you are. Danny Mainer: And yet here I am indeed! I'm glad that after the beating I gave you in my farewell match your vision is still in perfect nick. Better luck next time huh? Oh wait, maybe not. Anyways. It was actually good ol’ Gingerdude who invited me back. Who would have thought after all we’ve been through what with me sexually assaulting his secretary, smashing his car and almost giving him a mental breakdown? My guess is that he wanted people to actually WATCH the final ACW show, and it goes without saying that ACW was doing fine when I was champion. We're here at the final show, EVER because the ratings stink and you're the closing champion.Freeman: Are you telling me that--- Danny Mainer: ”YES you hoser. I'm telling you that it's you and YOU alone that killed this company by single-handedly boring the company into an economic collapse”Freeman clenches his fists and glares, but says nothing at first. Danny Mainer may have been the last person he wanted to see tonight. Freeman has heard enough allegations that the company going under was his fault, but it was all nothing but baseless insults thrown his way by people who resented him. He didn't mind. He felt that he had nothing more to prove. And if people didn't like it, then for all he cared they could stop watching. Freeman looks over Danny Mainer's face, but there is no anger there. Despite all that Freeman has done to him, Mainer seems in a good mood.Danny Mainer: ”Now I can't lie, I did follow ACW after I retired. I stuck to my word and simply watched. I watched you run your ugly little mouth about the fans, the company and more relevant than that? You ran your mouth about me. You went on and on about how you ruined my life and my wedding day and everything else and how you're thankful . Truth is, I have something to thank YOU for though.”Freeman: Perhaps I knocked out a few more brain cells in that cage match than I had formerly believed. Danny Mainer: ”Wrong. I'm still perfectly mentally capable. It's just, y'know the way you tried to ruin my relationship with my fiancee Caitlynn? Well it backfired. Royally. The two of us are now, married as we should've been. Stronger than ever. And alright yeah sure, you may have kicked me out of ACW harder than you axe-kicked my head in the cage but I was getting ready to retire anyway. I just didn’t know how I'd ever be able to step away from the amazing people that made up my fan base. It took until the last few minutes of that match when I realized I didn’t really want to win to formulate how I would finally do that. My motivation was gone, my decision was set and it was at that point I stopped trying. You didn't win through your own volition or skill, you own because I let you. And now, I'm retired and happy! So thanks Freeman, you really helped me out! ACW fans, let it be known, that Jason Freeman really is a saint.Mainer’s mocking tone begins to get to Freeman, and though he does not lose his cool, his voice shows that he’s coming close, and his fists involuntarily clench.Freeman: Mock if you will, Mainer, but the fact of the matter is that I DID beat you in that match and I DID kick you out of ACW and yet here you are, in MY building. You see, I'm not sure if you understand what it’s like to not be able to get what you want. Your attitude and antics are outrageous, and for far too long you’ve been indulged. But unfortunately, Mainer, you CAN’T always have everything you desire in life, and sometimes you do have to face consequences for your actions. I hate to break up the inevitable party before it starts, but tonight you are not allowed in my building. I suggest you leave it now. Danny Mainer: ”Hm…I think I get it. Are you kicking me out?”Freeman: I’m happy you are capable of understanding SOMETHING. Yes, I am, Mainer. I am kicking you out. Danny Mainer: ”Well that’s too bad. I was kind of hoping you might name ME as your world title candidate for tonight. After all, that is my belt and the great people would LOVE to see me kick your ass around one more time..Freeman: I will say nothing on who I’ve chosen until I get into that ring, which I was attempting to do before you made your unwanted presence known. I'll let you in on a little clue though, Mainer. The man I have chosen is certainly not you, so don't you or your fans start getting their hopes up for a rematch. And by the way, if you were hoping for a rematch clause I hope you know that it expired when your contract was terminated. Now, I have business to do, and when I come back I don't want to see your face. I am going to make sure you are off the premises. Mainer cocks his head at this, and puts a hand under his chin, thinking. When he speaks, he uses that same light tone that he has used since the beginning of the conversation, but this time there seems to be a certain darkness underneath it that was absent before.Danny Mainer: ”Pfft. As if you'd do that. You're not that stupid. You'd know that if you even tried a stunt like that I would find a way back into this building and I would break you apart so badly you wouldn't be recognizable You see, I may speak in jest, but really Freeman, in case you didn’t notice, I still despise you. The very sight of your grubby little fingers on my championship gold makes my blood boil. And while ripping your forehead open with barbed wire was satisfying, I still have room to do it once again. If I can't find barb wire, I'll just use my splintered up shins that I've broken time and time again to toughen up in Muay Thai to crack your head open like a coconut. So, Freeman, if you’d like to see what happens if you try to ensure I’m out of the arena, I might just lose my cool. And trust me, you don’t want that.”There is a moment of silent tension between the two, Freeman staring coldly into Mainer’s eyes, and Mainer still with that light air around him, just looks back at Freeman. Freeman seems to be weighing the pros and cons of carrying this further tonight. On the one hand, Mainer has basically challenged him, but on the other, was it really worth it? Freeman is not one to back down, but he is also not one to start needless fights. Tonight is the last ACW show, and he is not going to bother with Danny Mainer again.Freeman: You know what? Fine. Stay for all I care. Give your idiot fans one little something to cheer for. Because if I have anything to do with it by the end of this night they won’t be having much to cheer about. Danny Mainer: ”Confident, are you?”Freeman: You could say that. So enjoy your little last chance at being an ACW superstar, because in a few short hours? It’s all over. Danny Mainer: ”And you enjoy your last night as champion before you end up back in Kinko's where you belong.”And with that Freeman turns and marches down the hallway, fuming.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:45:55 GMT -5
Segment: One for the Ages (Credit: Jay Zero) We immediately cut to our next scene backstage wasting no time at all from this jam-packed, historic show. The foreground of our scene stands a man wearing a black leather jacket, his back facing the camera. With the Alphatron displaying these images, the crowd seems a bit quiet, not sure who the superstar is. Within moments though, the man turns around, displaying his oh-so-familiar cocky smirk and confident stature. As Jay Zero's face appears on the Alphatron, the arena nearly erupts with thunderous cheers. Or, atleast that's how Zero takes it. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek and looks back and forth while adjusting his jacket, throwing his shoulders to fix the way it lies on him as he gets ready to address all of his crazy fans.Jay Zero: ...Alpha Championship Wrestling.. The crowd cheers once again. Cheap pops? Who is this fool? ...Oh right.Jay Zero: Where to start, where to start? I mean, here we are, the very last night. It feels like yesterday to me when I walked into this company, signed my name on the dotted line and started dropping punks like BK London and that old bastard "Senator" Steve Philips, may god his poor soul. Holy shit he's dead?Jay Zero: I was only in this company for two years... and that's all that Jay Zero needed! That's all it took for me to accomplish everything this place had to offer! I got the taste of gold and I couldn't be stopped from there! Nobody stood a chance! Never did, never have, never will! I'm the best thing that ACW has ever had! Well thing's sure haven't changed. The crowd slightly begins to turn on Zero by booing him.Jay Zero: -- and knowing that, I was contacted by whichever genius' ran this place into the ground, and I was asked - no. Begged by them to return for one night only in honor of ACW's final show. However, they're not paying me my normal salary to do this shit. It makes sense when ya think about it. They can't afford me! But at this point in my respected career, I don't care. I told these people that the money didn't matter, I have my own life, and my own successes so your pity change aint the reason why I'll do it. I told these pigs that I'd do it, because I wanted to.
I mean... ACW's where I really shined. It's where a star was born. Where Jay Zero ran the show. No... where Jay Zero WAS the show! And if ACW's going out of business, they oughta go out with a bang! Zero strokes his chin.Jay Zero: ...and once I rolled up to the arena tonight, I realized just why this place was going out of business. I walk into this arena, and who do I see walking around? Who do I catch strollin' all over like he owns this place? Jason.. Freeman. Rolling his eyes, Zero laughs.Jay Zero: Ha! ..and you'll never guess what he had over his shoulder. -- The World friggin' Heavyweight Championship! Pft! Talk about ruining a legacy of seasoned champions! Back in my days here, holding that title meant something, and back then, hell, even now, Freeman wasn't "something." He was nothing! Still is! Being the champion means you're the very best and you're the head of a company. I led ACW with huge names and successful people beneath me! I worked hard for what I had! But... Freeman? Pshh... not hard for you to finally be the best when the company consists of you and two janitors, you no-name loser! And even considering the fact that you did "work" for it, you still managed to run this company into the ground!
So what will people really remember? That someone like Jason Freeman was the best that ACW had to offer? ... nuh-uh. They're gonna remember people like me. They're going to remember how a true champion, like Jay Zero came into this company and climbed the ladder quicker than anybody else has, claiming the coveted title of being a Grand Slam Champion! They'll remember the best that ACW had to offer, not at the time of death, but at its prime! When people look back at ACW... they'll remember me. Why? Because it's simple! Jay Zero IS ACW! He nods his head, smiling confidently as the crowd continues to boo Jay Zero, just like old times.Jay Zero: Which brings me to my next point! On this very night where we pull the plug on years of history, yours truly has been booked to step into the ring one last time!
I know, it's a glorious day for you all! However, I'm a little ticked off! I signed up for one last match to see ACW off! I was under the impression that Jay Zero would be wrestling - not taking a trip to the retirement home! I walk in here and hear that I'm facing Jake Cheng? To which, the crowd cheers. Or... at least I would assume they would. I don't know anymore.Jay Zero: Now ignoring the fact that he's practically a fossil at this point in his life and I'm still in the prime physical condition of mine, I honestly think that this is a waste! I mean, even when I was a rookie in this company and Jake was a seasoned veteran, I was still moppin' up the floor with him! Boooooo. Yep... Original, right?Jay Zero: Yes, but now... I've come to terms with it. I see why now. I've been put into this match with Jake here tonight, not for you people watching, whether it be here in the arena tonight, or those of you watching at home. No. I was put into this match... to lay Jake to rest! He laughs. Oh man, I missed writing consistently like this. Or not.Jay Zero: Because of all matches they could put me in - they gave me a casket match! YEAAAAH! The crowd goes wild!Jay Zero: Now I know what you're thinking, I know! You're all thinking "But Jay, that's such a crazy idea! Why would these morons ever want to risk you getting hurt?!" It's simple! First when I heard about this, I got a little nervous. Not gonna lie! I was a little shaky, but really, who wouldn't be? With a board of executives suffering from mass depression and alcoholism, ACW doesn't know any better! They figure it they're going down, they're gonna bury the best thing they ever had with it too!
But then, ... then I thought twice! After worrying for a solid 2 seconds, I realized something. I'm Jay Zero baby! I'm the damn Commissioner! And Jake Cheng? Well... he's Jake Cheng. I'm not being buried with ACW. I'm better than that. Instead, I'mma do something better. Tonight... get ready to witness history people. No, not because ACW finally kicks the bucket, but instead... because Jake Cheng finally does! Jay Zero hasn't changed one damn bit, and whether it be a casket match, buried alive, or hell, even a fight to the death itself, Jay Zero will ALWAYS come out on top, baby!
Why? It's simple, it's easy! Because Jay Zero.... is perfect! Love me or hate me, I don't care people, I know I'm the best and so do you! All these years that ACW's barely been scraping by, it's because they haven't had their primetime player leading the lineup anymore! Jay Zero's debut in ACW marked the coming of an era, and he marked ACW's golden age as the very best! Now tonight isn't about starting anything new. Tonight is the closing of a chapter in all of our lives! Tonight - history comes to a close! Tonight is all about thing's coming to a close!
And Jake, ACW isn't the only thing closing tonight. Because before that can even happen, you're gettin' closed too! Closed right into a casket! Ahaha! Now with that being said, it's real ACW and it's time to move on! But through death and change, there's always going to be that one question that I want you answer ACW... and Jake, you especially better have the right answer!
ACW.
... Do you love me now? [/center] Most of the crowd continues to boo, but there's also some noticeable cheers going on as Jay Zero smiles into the camera as the shot fades out. Now forgetting that shit, ACW it was fun. I was immature when I first came into ACW, but I grew and matured and I feel like I hit something special with a fresh start as Jay Zero. I made good friends here, even if I don't talk to them anymore, I'll still remember. There were a lot of good memories here, but I've moved on, as I believe we all have at this point. I wish you all the best and hopefully this isn't the last time we'll all hear of each other. ACW brought us together over the course of these years and formed a family. A very, very dysfunctional, and slightly retarded family. But nonetheless. ACW ... you stay classy.
.....but it isn't over yet, apparently the show's producer - one time former ACW wrestler - Kain, enters with clipboard in hand.Jay Zero: And what can I do for you Kain? Producer Kain: Well it appears to our knowledge that Jake Cheng...Jake Cheng is dead. Jay Zero: And? Producer Kain: Well besides the fact he can't compete, he's already in a coffin and can't be removed - so by default you have won the match? Jay Zero: Are you kidding me? Producer Kain: Nope. Congratulations. Jay Zero: Fucking awesome. Only in ACW.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:47:31 GMT -5
Segment: A Look Back at Lightweights Writer: Dalton After a short break, cameras fade into the ACW Arena once again filled with its ever excited fans. A short pan of everyone as the lights fade a bit and “I'm Shipping Up to Boston” resonates throughout the arena. Deafening sounds burst from the crowd, mixed of love and hate, as the opening music plays. Lights flash around, the camera pans to the entrance ramp. The lights slow down, finally coming in sync, with a single spotlight on Andrew Starr standing with the old Light-Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand. Far from appearing intoxicated as was so common last time we saw him, he stands with his head down, listening to the cheers and jeers from the crowd. Finally, the lyrics burst forth from the amplifiers, Andrew lifting the belt high over his head as the crowd shouts in unison.”I'M A SAILOR PEG, AND I LOST MY LEG! CLIMBIN' UP THE TOP SAIL, I LOST MY LEG!” A huge grin overcomes Andrew's face, looking into the crowd for the first time in over a year, bringing in the sights that he has missed. No matter the reaction garnered from the crowd, whether positive or negative, he embraces every last inch of it, knowing this is the last time it will be there. He makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring. Taking his time, he shakes every outstretched hand, personally thanking those who have been there since day one. Reaching the ring now, he places the belt and the bottle of alcohol on to the mat before sliding in. A microphone is tossed his way from a stagehand, which Andrew catches before facing crowd. The music fades away into ACW fans chanting...ANDREW STARR! ANDREW STARR! ANDREW STARR! Andrew breathes in the atmosphere, embracing the love these fans have shown him in one way or another, before motioning for them to become silent.Starr: Okay everyone, enough for me, lets chant for the REAL thing! A-C-Dub! A-C-Dub!An ACW chant resonates louder than the engine on a Boeing 787, feeling like the foundations themselves are shaking. Andrew continues to build up the crowd, encouraging the volume to increase. After a minute or so, he brings them back down again bringing the microphone back to his faceAndrew: Before I begin, I want to say thank you to every single one of you in this arena tonight. Without you, we would be nothing. Thank you all so much!Andrew bows back from the mic, in a symbol of respect to everyone. The crowd explodes again, the numbers that were against Andrew now warming back up.Andrew: It feels great to be back in this arena. I've spent many years here, breaking my bones and throwing my all out every night. And, I wouldn't trade it for anything. One of the greatest achievements here was my run as the Light-Heavyweight Champion. As the belt was retired a number of years ago, with myself being the last champion, I was given the belt in a sign of good intent. And, I've taken great care of it since. Now that we are here, on ACW's Final and Greatest Night, I thought it would only be appropriate to bring it back for one more night. So, tonight, I present to you the Top 5 Moments in ACW Light-Heavyweight History!Andrew motions to the Alphatron, all heads turning to the display. The words “Title Unified” are on the screen.Ah yes, the match from Bloody Valentine 2008. Myself and Jonny Hughes waged war for months over a various amount of things. And this night proved to be the culmination of everything we had worked up to. The unification of the Entertainment and the Light-Heavyweight championships. It was a match for the ages, lets go back to that climactic night...Title Unified Bloody Valentine 2008 Hughes is on the floor, but this isn't enough to warrant a cover in Starr's eyes. Instead, he looks to the turnbuckle and begins unfastening the top turnbuckle pad, throwing it into the crowd and unveiling the steel buckle. He turns around and notices Hughes on his knees, slowly recovering from such a powerful kick. Starr helps him up to his feet, then whips him at the ropes. Hughes returns to the centre of the ring, and Starr takes him to the floor with a back body drop. With the ball in Starr's court now, he circles his right shoulder, looking to want to hit the lariat. Hughes gets to his feet, holding his coccyx, and manages to expertly duck the second lariat attempt.
McNally: And again, that was such a close attempt! Neither of these men are being successful in hitting their finishes.
Starr turns around, totally surprised by Hughes' agility, and is met with another attempt to lock in the Hughes Special! But luckily for Starr, he's close to the ropes and manages to grab hold of them before getting into too much trouble. Hughes releases his arm, annoyed that once again Starr managed to escape, and remaining in the match. The two again get to their feet. The match being fought at such a high pace has clearly taken a toll on both of the two. But the hunger to be ACW's first Light-EnterHeavyweighTainment Champion is too much of a temptation to give up this easily.
Hughes and Starr again lock up. Hughes attempts an Irish Whip, but Starr reverses it and smashes Hughes into the exposed steel buckle. Hughes bounces straight back, with a small cut on his forehead, and walks straight back into Starr. Starr hooks Hughes' arms into a Full Nelson hold and looks to go for the Full Nelson, but Hughes hits a sly low blow, unbeknownst to the referee.
McNally: Cheat! Hughes just cheated! Edison: Come on Hughes! I have money on you winning!
As Starr hops around the ring holding his crucials, Hughes prepares himself again. He leaps forward, attempting to lock in the Hughes Special, but Starr manages to force his way out of the move, lifting Hughes onto his shoulder and hitting a very rapid Sit-Out Burning Hammer, the “Dead On Impact”!
McNally: What a move! It's over! Edison: That was an amazing reversal! Come on Hughes, kick out!
Starr goes for the cover: 1......2.......3!!!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Still the Light-Heavyweight Champion and the new Entertainment Champion...Andy Starr!!! |
Andrew: There is the number 5 moment in the history of the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship. It would also turn out to be the final match, since Gingerdude would surprise me the following Thursday with the “new” unified belt, which turned out to just be the Entertainment Championship. That rotten bastard.
Anyways, no use complaining over that now. Lets move on to the fourth greatest moment in ACW Light-Heavyweight History. This on--Starr is interupted by a stagehand who beckons him to the side of the ring. He looks down in annoyance before moving down to listen. The hand says something just inaudible for the mic to pick up.Andrew: Are you shitting me?*more inaudible mutterings*Oh for fuck's sake. And what if I refuse?*mutter mutter mutter*Every damned time. I cannot believe that. Fuck, okay.Andrew grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels and opens it for a swig. Two swigs. Three. Four.Appears that my time is being cut short, some people believe that there are much more important things to do tonight that to hear me chronicle the Light-Heavyweight history. However, I AM going to present the number one greatest moment. Put it up on the screen.For Rey, standing facing his last opponent, there is a sensation of deja – vu. His mind momentarily conjures up a picture of the last cruiserweight battle royale he participated in; the pain of that defeat at the last hurdle overwrites his exhaustion and his expression becomes as hard as ice. All of this is lost on Spike, however, who was not present to witness those events; the gleam of the metal on the title belt is all the motivation he requires. The two come together in the centre of the ring and lock up, each trying to force the other back; eventually Spike wins out and drives Rey back into the corner. Wearing Rey down with kicks and body blows, Spike then climbs the turnbuckle and without delay launches away into a Pepsi Plunge. The crowd roars, surely Spike must have done enough; Spike thinks so too and drags Rey toward the ropes. Rey’s not ready to give up yet however – he snaps out of the daze he is in and he fights back, digging in his heels and using an over the shoulder armdrag to escape from Spike’s grip. Rey backs up to get some space and, as Spike rushes forward he avoids him and plants a standing dropkick between Spike’s shoulderblades, leaving him hanging across the middle rope. To huge cheers Rey hits his personal finisher, the Crazy Twister (619 to springboard hurricarana) and Spike reels from the impact. The effort of this, though, leaves Rey desperately short of energy and he struggles to slowly lift Spike on to his shoulders; as he staggers to the ropes Spike breaks out and delivers a mighty punch to the back of the head of Rey. Spike capitalises and spins Rey around so that his back is to the ropes. Using all his weight, Spike leans forward and starts to push the dazed Rey back over the top rope; a grin spreads across his face as Rey’s feet come off the floor and the balance of his weight starts to tip him backwards………
It eventually requires a video replay to see exactly what happens in the final seconds of the match. Though he is completely disorientated, Rey catches sight of the expression on Spike’s face and something deep within him ignites; he realises that Spike is at full stretch trying to push him over, and almost on autopilot he suddenly relaxes and allows himself to fall backwards. As he does so his legs come level with Spike’s head and he locks them around Spike’s neck; holding the middle rope he swings his feet forwards. Spike has no time to respond and he is gracefully swept over the top rope; Rey lets go with his feet at exactly the right moment and Spike flies several feet before landing head – first on the entrance runway. Rey, meanwhile, brings his feet back and hooks them over the top rope; he hangs there, upside down, while his mind attempts to deal with the last few seconds and come to terms with the situation.
Ginger: Here is your winner…..and NEW Cruiserweight Champion……Rey McFoley! |
The scene fades, and whats left in the middle of the ring is a now empty bottle of Jack Daniels, and a rather angry looking Andrew Starr.Well, I'm glad that the management hasn't change a bit in the year that I have been gone. But, tonight it not about them. Like I said a year ago, fuck them. Tonight, its about the wrestlters who have but one hundred ten percent into what they have left in this ring. Its about having thrown lives away in Legalized Murder, about breaking bones in the various hardcore matches we have been in, its about this being the God damned best wrestling promotion in the world and the craziest men and women destroying themselves in the process. That is what this company was founded on, being the best in the business and not taking shit from anyone trying to destroy our credibility. Since 2004, ACW has been the home to a large number of competitors, including all those who have competed for the Light-Heavyweight belt. Ending with myself, and, of course, starting with the craziest light-weight wrestler ACW ever saw. Thats right. Tonight, we have the original ACW Light-Heavyweight, then called Cruiserweight, champion! Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to proudly present the one and only Rey McFoley!The camera frantically pans back to the entrance ramp, as “Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson resonates through the arena. Lights flicker, as everyone waits for the original crazy man of ACW to appear on the stage. After 30 seconds of waiting, no one appears from behind the curtain. In confusion, the cameras pan back to the ring, where Starr is surprisingly no where to be found. The only thing left is the empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Production crew is increasingly confused, panning across the arena trying to find something to make semblance of what is going on. Suddenly, the crowd roars as a figure finally steps from behind the curtain. In his classic mask, McFoley steps up to the spotlight, wearing the Light-Heavyweight belt around his waist. Something is obviously up, the attire is exactly the same as Starr's was only moments beforehand. With mic in hand, McFoley slowly takes off the mask, to the surprise of everyone in attendance revealing to be none other than Andrew Starr himself.Thats right. The original crazy man himself is none other than Andrew Starr! I started off with the ACW Cruiserweight title, and ended its amazing run as Andrew Starr. That makes ME the greatest Light-Heavyweight Champion of all time! Forget Yoko Satoshi, Jake Cheng, Kudo Yasuda, and Kross! The Alpha-Omega himself, Andrew Starr, is the greatest of all time! No one else deserves the title, and it will forever end up with me!As if upon hearing the name, the lights in the arena die and “Vater Unser” by E Nomine plays over the speakers. The lights suddenly return to full force, and none other than Michael Kross is standing toe to toe with Starr. He grabs the microphone from Starr before stepping back a bit.Kross: For being such an old face in ACW, you sure have one of the most childish attitudes. On top of that, you are interrupting my time for my match.I know all about your match, between you and Surion. Again. Whoop-dee-friggin-do. How many times did you two fight, just for you to kick his ass over and over again? No one cares about seeing that match again. I was busy chronicling the history of this title, and I'm told your match is much more important? Thats not how this should roll down buddy.So far, Andrew, all I have seen the last twenty minutes has been a love fest for yourself. You were gone and back from ACW more times than most people can remember. Ignoring the heavy amount of alcohol on your breath, one can only assume that since your stint with ACW ended last time, you've not gone onto much more. Maybe it would be best for everyone if you vacated now to avoid further embarrassment. I have a match now, with a long time opponent of mine, Surion. I bid you good tidings, and hope that life turns well for you.With that, Kross drops the mic and walks down towards the ring with cross in hand. Starr reaches down, picking up the mic. With an evil grin, he speaks up one last time.You can have your match, Michael. However, there is just one more thing that I should tell everyone before I go, something that I'm sure everyone has forgotten!”Fuel” by Metallica resonates, with the next words said by Starr to be only barely audible.I AM Surion.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:49:42 GMT -5
Match 4: Surion vs. Kross (Credit: Dalton) Starr rushes Kross, smashing the Light-Heavyweight belt into the back of the latter's head. He drops the belt, grabbing Kross by the scruff of his cloak, tossing him into the ring. Starr follows suit, rolling in and stomping the holy man a few times before tearing his cloak off him. The empty bottle, once left in the ring earlier by Starr, has been knocked over and rolled towards the two fighters. Starr reaches down, grabbing the bottle by its neck, and crushing it heavily over Kross's head. Just then, the referee rolls into the ring as Starr backs off, laughing aloud. He sits back into the corner of the ring as the referee checks on Kross. Starr continues his laughing, waiting for the referee to ring the bell...DING DING DING
After ensuring that Kross was still functional and able to fight, the ref calls for the bell. Obviously still a little dazed, Kross waits for Starr to make the first move. Belligerently drunk as ever, Starr rushes forth in a blaze of fury, launching himself into the air for a huge splash. His chest, however, is met with padding, not human flesh. Moments before collision, Kross managed to roll out of the way, avoiding the crushing force of Starr. The impact knocks the wind from Starr momentarily, giving Kross an opportunity to inject some offense of his own. Kross turns Starr around, a flurry of punches released upon the now in pain Starr. Feeling as though ten or so rapid punches are enough, Kross grabs Starr, whipping him into the opposite corner, following up with another splash of his own. Starr stumbles from the corner, collapsing on the floor of the ring, now in a complete daze, with no one sure if its more from the beating or the alcohol. He gingerly rolls to his back, trying to regain composure. Kross, on the other hand, has no intention of letting this happen. He runs to the ropes, bouncing towards Starr. He takes a leap, and nails Starr with a Running Senton. He goes for a quick cover...
1... 2...
Yeah, anyone that saw that ending there, was completely mistaken. Starr may be a drunk, but he knows how to kick out no matter how plastered he is. Kross expected this as well, using the momentum from Starr kicking out to regain his footing. With Starr still writhing on the mat, Kross climbs onto a turnbuckle. He leaps off with great height, flipping 450 degrees and hitting a massive Divine Wrath.
Well, sorta.
Starr, in the meanwhile, had regained a minimal amount of composure. Enough to notice a 220-something pound man flipping around and coming at him very quickly. In a gut reaction, Starr lifts his knees to his chest, cause more damage to Kross in the impact than himself. Kross bounces off the knees of Starr, the former grabbing at his chest before he even hits the mat. Starr uses this moment to, first, shake the cobwebs from that brain of his, and second, to attempt a weak cover on Kross.
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Yeah. Not even close pal. Even though Starr maintains the Light-Heavyweight belt is his, he weighs much over the limit now, closing in to 275 lbs. He uses the weight to his advantage, standing up and then literally just dropping his entire body onto Kross. May not be the prettiest move ever performed, but it sure does the trick. He does this a few times before grabbing onto Kross, pulling him up with him. Starr whips his opponent into the ropes, bouncing off the opposing rope as well. They meet in back in the middle, Starr body blocks Kross, causing him to fall straight down on his back. Starr goes for a cover, and the ref starts the count.
1 2 Thr-
Starr lifts himself from the cover! He stands up and motions for a mic. He heads to a turnbuckle, and rests in the corner, facing the crowd.Starr: There you go! I proven I can beat Kross. I dont need the pin to do it, there is no way that he could recover from what I've done to him. So, there we go ACW! Surion finally beat Kross, on the last show of the company! Once again, I have proven that as either McFoley, Surion, or Starr, I am the best that there is when it comes to the Light-Heavyweights. Good bye, ACW!With that, he drops the mic to a loud chorus of jeers. He walks backwards towards the middle of the ring, turning around to receive a huge roundhouse kick to the face, as Kross nails him with a REDEEMER. Kross covers the out cold Starr.
1! 2! 3!
Kross lets go of Starr, and grabs the mic that Starr just dropped.Kross: Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. I hoped you had learned that in your time here, but I was wrong. Thank you, ACW fans, for your allegiance. Good night.He sets the microphone down, rolling out of the ring and walks back up the ramp. Once he reaches the top, he turns back around, giving a bow to the audiences before finally disappearing behind the curtain. The camera pans back down to Starr, who is finally coming to. He grabs his Light-Heavyweight belt, and rolls out of the ring, hastily retreating to the back.
Looks like, once again, Kross has triumphed over Surion. Good to know some things never change.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 17:58:34 GMT -5
Segment: Wher is he? (Credit: ??) * The show comes back from commercial as the camera whips through the backstage area once again. People are now scrambling more than ever after what's already occurred tonight. Chattering is heard from different pockets of people until a loud interruption takes over the scene. *SHAAAAATTTTTTEERRRR?: Where is he??? * Everyone looks over shocked to see the person in front. They murmur to one another in disbelief. One person quietly mutters the only word that can describe this situation..... "Latino". *] Latino (stumbling to the side): I said where is he!?!?? * Yes, it is the Former World Champion, Latino, but this is a sight that we have not seen of him in a very long time. The champion is holding a pack of beer in one hand as he stumbles around. It's clear the news of his wrestling home's demise has hit him hard. He stumbles side to side as he tries to get his balance. * Latino: I.... I heard about this place going down. No. no. nooooooooo. Uh uh! Iiiii made this place. It's mine. * Latino holds up an IOU written in barely legible hand writing. * Latino: See, I wrote it here. It's my ownership. It says..... hold on let me take off my sunglasses to read it better.... It says... buy one get free at T.G.I.F. Frdiays? ..... Ah who cares! It's gone! All gone! * Latino sits down on the floor as he takes out another beer. It's a been a while since he's drank but it's clear he hasn't lost his appetite. * Latino: Come on everyone. Hear a story from Uncle Victor! See... I met my wife here but shhhhhhhhhhh. She doesn't know I'm here.... (Looking into the camera) hi honey! I miss you! Don't worry I'm just... I'm just getting diapers. * Latino pauses for a second as if to recollect. As he gathers his drunken thoughts he looks around at the many people he once worked with. * I made people smile.... laugh.... I made a career here and created careers.... here. That was me! It wasn't Chico. It wasn't my uncle Tony or cousin Pepe. It was me and it was Alicia... and it was Hunter, TNT, Torak, Rena, Rose..... all of them. Except BK he sucked...... cabron! * And then like that the spark is back in his eyes. It's as if the mention of his former rival and partner sparked a fuse. Latino quickly stands, with a beers in hand. * Latino: Oye, chico! Where is he?? Where is BK London?? Random Man: I don't know. He's in the arena somewhere. Latino: Hey, hey! What are you looking at!? I bet you wishing you could drive around town in your car with the woman I love? Fuck you Chico! And if you see Mr. BK then you tell him I need to talk to him. * Latino wades through the crowd as he returns to his search for the man... the myth... BK London. Who knows why he is looking for him but if their past history means anything it won't be pretty..... *
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:01:43 GMT -5
Segment: Challenger (Credit: Freeman)
The camera pans out to show the ACW arena for one of the last times ever. The crowd has already been treated to a night of surprises, and it isn’t even half over. And then, as “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers the crowd gets on their feet not to cheer, but to boo, the current ACW champion – Jason Freeman. After all, it is one of the last chances they are going to have. He marches down the ring quickly, wanting to get this announcement over with, and not wanting to waste any time. He does not pose for the fans. He seldom attempts to bring in any heat, he allows the crowd to react as they will. As he grabs a microphone, it is interesting to see him with nobody by his side. Neither The Senator, nor anybody else, has accompanied him to the ring tonight. For the first time in a long time, he seems to be completely alone.
Freeman: I assume that you all know why I’m out here, and in the interest of time I’ve decided to get right down to business. Tonight I have come down here to announce the world championship matchup for tonight. The final world championship matchup in fact.
While the fans are sad about the fact that there will only be one more ACW championship match, they all begin to cheer for who they want to receive it. Chants of “BK London” seem to win out, but some people support Mainer, there are chants of Rattlesnake, of Hunter, etc. All the old-school fans are in the house tonight and it the plethora of talented stars that have passed through ACW has never been more clear until the variety of names that are called out are heard. Freeman for some reason seems to find this amusing.
Freeman: Ah, I see you all have your own opinions. Is that BK London I hear? Is that what you want to see? Jason Freeman vs. BK London? One more time?!
When directed to that specific name, the crowd does indeed begin to ring out with cheers of “BK LONDON!” Freeman motions with his hand, encouraging the crowd to continue and they follow suit, and he holds the microphone towards the crowd to pick up the roar. Freeman nods a couple of times and then holds the microphone back up in front of his mouth.
Freeman: Well I’m sorry but that’s not going to happen.
The chants turn swiftly to boos.
Freeman: I believe I defeated him one-on-one and have nothing further to prove. But how about…hmm…did I hear Danny Mainer?!
And now once again the crowd begins to chant for “DANNY MAINER!” Freeman nods his head once again, allowing the crowd to continue to get louder and louder, before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Freeman: Well, aren’t you a bunch of sheep? No, needless to say, that will not be occurring either. You see, it took me a very long time to come up with my opponent tonight, because after wracking my brain I found it very hard to think of somebody that I had not yet defeated, or that had earned a shot at my championship. But eventually I came to a decision, and as I have said, I have come out here to announce it. Tonight…my opponent shall be…
The crowd holds their breath in anticipation.
Freeman: Nobody.
WHAT?! There is a stunned silence, as the crowd begins to look around, and mumble to themselves. He can’t really do that can they? The card said Jason Freeman will defend the ACW championship. How could he then say nobody will be challenging for it? He can’t do that can he? And soon the boos rain down. Some had imagined Freeman would not be offering their favorite a chance, but never had it been suspected that he would choose nobody…and they aren’t quite sure that he should be allowed to do that. The boos become thunderous, as everybody feels cheated and angry, because if there is no title match tonight…then the final champion will be Jason Freeman, and that is the last thing anybody wants to see.
Freeman: What? Is that not a satisfactory decision for you? Well understand this. I have defeated anybody who means anything in this company already, and I do not give out rematches. And as for these returning faces? You see, like it or not, ACW is MY company. And nobody comes waltzing into my company after months of obscurity and expects a shot at MY championship. You see, it simply is NOT going to happen. And as a result, I have decided that since there is nobody who deserves a shot, nobody shall receive one. And not only do these WRESTLERS not deserve a shot, but I honestly don’t believe that you fans deserve to SEE a title match tonight.
The crowd boos, Freeman’s words making them angrier and angrier, and he continues rising in intensity.
Freeman: I have proven everything I have to prove, and I have shown that I can defeat the best of them. You fans have continued to reject me at every turn, and while I do not let your insolence bother me, neither am I going to reward it. You have had your chances and you have all proven yourselves to be nothing more than ignorant fools and so I believe you should ALL be deprived of a championship match. I’m making a statement tonight. I know that some are sucked up into this nostalgia, but not I. Half of the people in this building tonight have already shown me a ridiculous lack of respect. I understand that they haven’t been around to find out for themselves, but in case they hadn’t noticed, I am in charge here, and I will not be looked down upon. If they need to be shown the hard way they shall. Whether you like it or whether you do not, I am going to go down in history as the final ACW champion, and as soon as I leave this ring, I am going back to my locker room, and then out of this arena, ACW belt in hand, never to return. And if you have a problem with that, then I really don’t care.
The crowd begins to chant the worst insults they can, but Freeman begins exiting the ring, taking the microphone, and his belt with him. He holds his championship in the air as he continues to walk up the ramp.
Freeman: Take a good look! Because the ACW world title is now leaving the building. I have proven myself to be the greatest champion in history, and it is only fitting that after my years of struggling to REACH the top, I retire at the top. To the Danny Mainers back there – to the Jay Zeros - I am your ACW world champion, and that is NEVER going to change.
And with that Freeman disappears behind the curtain, possibly never to be seen again. Is it true that there will be no title match tonight? A damper has certainly been put on the evening, and despite the high spirits that ran through the crowd, now there is nothing but anger. The boos seem to bounce off the empty stage, nobody there to receive them any longer. There is no more that the crowd can do. What has been done is done, and it seems that tonight the crowd has been robbed of their main event.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:02:45 GMT -5
"The FINAL Final Hurrah" (Credit: Rattlesnake and ??)
The camera shifts to the ring. "Blind" by Silverchair echoes through the arena as the fans jump to their feet. It's been a while since Rattlesnake was seen. He's done masked gimmicks as the Revolutionary and Ben Hatley, but this time, it's just Rattlesnake. He walks down the ramp, still dumbfounded at what he had seen earlier. He walks up to the ring and climbs through the ropes. Rather than jump to the turnbuckles like he normally would, he just grabs a mic and looks back to the stage quizzically. You could say he looks like he's seen a ghost.
Rattlesnake: It's not possible. I can't believe I'm standing here, waiting after what I've seen. But I can't just leave. I've done my training for this and it's about time I did what I had to do was right and put this to rest.
As Rattlesnake finishes, "Blind" by Silverchair echoes again. The fans look around, confused, not knowing what to make of this. Is Rattlesnake done?
Rattlesnake: Come on now. I'm not sure how you did this, but let's get this over with.
As if on cue, someone steps from the back. The lights dim and the green spotlight at the stage turns red. The person walks down the ramp just like Rattlesnake. As he gets to the ring, he enters it just like Rattlesnake. He grabs the mic from Rattlesnake.
??: I know you weren't expecting this, but it's been a long time coming. I intend to finish what I've started with you, not the other way around. You won't find yourself victorious here.
The lights finally come back on and Rattlesnake stands in front of...himself? But it's not Rattlesnake. Rather than have the long black hair and goatee, the person has blond hair and is clean-shaven...the same look Rattlesnake had when he set foot in ACW. So what in the green hell is going on?!
??: I suppose you have an idea as to what I'm going to do here.
Rattlesnake: I do, but why...Cobra?
Cobra: Because I'm sick of you hogging the spotlight. THIS SHOULD BE MY SPOTLIGHT! I WANT MY SPOTLIGHT! AND IF I HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOU, THEN SO BE IT!
Rattlesnake: I have no reason to do this.
Cobra: You don't...but I do. And once you see what my reason is...it'll become yours too.
Rattlesnake was stunned. What exactly did Cobra mean? And why the fuck was he standing in front of him? How could he be? Cobra is supposed to be another personality of Rattlesnake.
Cobra: I have something that once belonged to you.
Rattlesnake: And what's that?
Cobra pulls out a title belt. Rattlesnake instantly recognizes it. It's his custom World Championship.
Rattlesnake: How can you have that? I destroyed that on ACW TV years ago. It shouldn't exist.
Cobra: Oh but it does. It does exist...and it's mine. I know you want it back now. You're reaction says it all. So here's what we're going to do. If you can beat me here...it's yours once again. If not, then it's you who will fade into obscurity...forever. Do you accept or not?
Rattlesnake turns away. He knows what he has to do, but can he do it? Cobra knows all of Rattlesnake's weaknesses. Rattlesnake knows Cobra's as well, but it's not that easy to exploit them. They may be two faces of the same person, but they do have their differences. One is fierce and one is tenacious. One is strong and one is smart. One will pull out all of the stops and one will not stop until he can't go on any longer. The one battle Rattlesnake never thought he'd do is finally here. He turns to Cobra and with a shimmer of hope in his eyes, he nods, accepting the terms and the match.
Cobra: Oh, and one more thing Rattlesnake. After I put an end to you, not a single person will ever mutter your name again.
Rattlesnake: We'll just see about that.
The bell sounds.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:03:09 GMT -5
Match 5: Rattlesnake vs. Cobra (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Cobra and Snake circle the ring, staring at each other. Cobra can see the relutancy in Snake's eyes, so he inches forward with pain on his mind. Rattlesnake moves closer to Cobra. Snake reaches out and grabs Cobra by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Cobra bounces off and tries to Yakuza Kick Rattlesnake, but he ducks and Cobra bounces off the other side and charges back toward Rattlesnake. Snake goes for a Yakuza Kick of his own and nails Cobra right in the face with his boot. Cobra hits the ground, but Snake refuses to capitalize.
Maxwell McNally: Rattlesnake downed Cobra, but why is he not doing anything?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: The thing with Rattlesnake is he's always choked in his biggest matches. This one against Cobra is his biggest ever...and he's going to choke again.
Cobra gets up and quickly sweeps Rattlesnake's legs, taking him down to the canvas. Cobra then runs over to the ropes and bounces off. As he comes back toward Rattlesnake, he leaps and hits a huge leg drop across Snake's throat. Snake gasps for air, but that's cut short as Cobra stomps his boot right in Snake's face.
Maxwell McNally: WOW! That's some boot stomping craziness!
Cobra stands up and looks around at all the fans as they try to get behind Rattlesnake. He laughs and then positions himself behind Rattlesnake. As Rattlesnake starts to shake off the stomp, he slowly gets to his feet. The only thing is, when Snake reaches his feet, he's taken off of them with a Russian Leg Sweep. Cobra goes for a quick cover.
ONE!
TW-
Maxwell McNally: ANYONE! EVEN A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION CAN DO A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: What the hell was that?
Maxwell McNally: I'm not sure. Something just came over me and I couldn't resist it.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: That's weird. But back to the action.
Cobra grabs Snake's head and wraps his arms around it, squeezing every last breath out of him. Snake extends his arm and tries to reach for a rope. His hand gets closer and closer. Just as he's about to grab the rope, Cobra strengthens his grip around Snake's neck. His eyes start to close and his arm goes limp. The referee kneels down and checks Snake's arm. He lifts it up and lets go of it. It falls to the mat.
ONE!
The referee grabs his arm again and lets go of it. It falls to the mat again.
TWO!
The referee grabs Snake's arm one more time and lets go of it. Instead of hitting the mat, it stays in mid-air.
Maxwell McNally: Despite the hold by Cobra, Snake still has some fight in him.
Snake uses some of his strength to stand up. Cobra, still having his arms wrapped around Snake's neck, finds himself is a potentially dangerous situation. Snake chuckles. Cobra laughs nervously, but that's cut short as Snake thrusts himself forward and throws Cobra over his shoulder, onto the canvas.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Snake's using his smarts finally.
Rattlesnake stands up and shakes his head. He looks down at Cobra.
Rattlesnake: This could have been settled outside of the ring. But YOU thought it would be best to do this here and now. It's about time you got what you deserve you son of a bitch.
Rattlesnake grabs Cobra by his head and picks him up. He lifts him high overhead. Cobra struggles to get down, but Snake slams Cobra to the mat.
Fans: Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!
Snake looks around and grins at the cheers for him. He picks Cobra up and with him dazed, Snake hoists him up onto his shoulder, looking for the Snakebite. Snake spins Cobra, but he uses the momentum of the spin to spin farther and hits a Float Over DDT on Rattlesnake. Cobra goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Snake kicks out at two and a half. Cobra punches the mat and feels like he needs to step it up a notch. Cobra walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. He watches as Rattlesnake starts to get to his feet. Cobra leaps and as Snake gets up, he turns around and see a flying Cobra coming at him. Cobra tries to hit a flying clothesline, but Snake catches Cobra and counters into a spinebuster. Snake hooks Cobra's leg and tries for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Cobra kicks out.
Maxwell McNally: It seems like Snake it finally going to get down to business.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: It's about time Snake.
Snake picks Cobra up and puts him on his shoulder. He walks Cobra over and drops him onto a turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes Drop. As Cobra recoils from the impact, Rattlesnake grabs Cobra from behind and hits a German Suplex, followed by another German Suplex into a bridge pin to complete the Chaos Theory.
ONE!
TWO
TH-
Cobra kicks out again. But this time Rattlesnake is quick to grab Cobra and lock in the Constrictor. Snake pulls back to try and add some pressure. Even though it was a quick move on Snake's part, Cobra elbows Snake in the stomach and causes Snake to loosen his grip just enough for Cobra to break free. Cobra staggers to his feet while Snake gets up to his. Snake grabs Cobra and whips him into the ropes. He charges, looking to clothesline Cobra out of his boots, but Cobra bounces off the ropes with the same idea and they both clothesline each other to the mat. The referee looks at them both and starts his count.
ONE!
Snake and Cobra are both seen lying with their eyes blinking.
TWO!
Snake puts his hand on his forehead, still dazed from the impact.
THREE!
Cobra begins to move around, but Snake doesn't move too much.
FOUR!
Cobra starts to pull himself up while Snake moves around finally.
FIVE!
Cobra reaches his feet and looks at Snake. Snake manages to get to his knees, but his head finds itself between Cobra's legs as he hoists Snake up and hits his own Sitdown Powerbomb. Cobra rolls him over and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Snake barely kicks out leaving Cobra pissed off. Cobra starts to get a look of desperation on his face as he gets up. He climbs the second rope and hits Snake with a quick Diving Splash and covers him again.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Snake kicks out again. Cobra punches the mat in frustration.
Maxwell McNally: Snake will not go down!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Too bad he hasn't fought like this in a long time. I'm surprised he can take this kind of punishment from...well...himself.
Maxwell McNally: I'm trying to figure out how it's even possible.
Cobra gets to his feet and stands in front of Snake. He grabs Cobra and pulls himself up. Cobra punches him. Snake staggers back a bit, but then answers with a punch on his own. Cobra hits Snake's chest with a knife-egde chop. Snake counters with a chop of his own. Cobra, Snake, Cobra, Snake, Cobra, Snake, Cobra, Cobra, Cobra. Snake starts to stagger a bit as Cobra goes to hit an Single Arm DDT, but Snake slips through Cobra's hold and hits a Float Over DDT. Snake picks Cobra up, but he knees him in the gut and finishes off the Single Arm DDT.
Maxwell McNally: Snake tried to block his own move, but he still got hit with it.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: It was blocked. He just didn't expect it to be attempted again.
Cobra gets up and stands behind Snake, stalking the predator, waiting for him. Snake gets up. He staggers a bit and turns around.
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Cobra grabs Snake and connects with the Snakebite.
Maxwell McNally: SNAKEBITE! It's over!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: SNAKEBITE! DAAAANNNNNGGGGEEEERRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUSSSS!!!
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:03:43 GMT -5
But rather than go for a pin, Cobra grabs Snake and pulls him up to his feet. He puts him up against the turnbuckle and punches Snake a few times. He grabs Snake and tries to hit another Snakebite to seal the deal, but Rattlesnake wraps his arm around the top rope and Cobra falls flat on his back.
Maxwell McNally: Snake's still in this!
Rattlesnake drags himself away from the turnbuckle towards Cobra. He squirms and slowly gets to his feet. Cobra turns around right into the arms of Rattlesnake.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Snake uses his strength and hits Cobra with the Paralyzer. Cobra recoils and hits the mat hard. Snake staggers against the turnbuckle and smirks. He slowly climbs to the top. Cobra still lies on the ground having not moved since he hit it. Snake stands wobbily on the top rope. He closes his eyes and leaps off the top rope with the Venom Strike.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!
Snake flew through the air with such precision. However, at the last second, Cobra managed to roll out of the way and Snake hit nothing but mat.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: BOOOOOOOOTTTTTCCCCCCHHHH!!!
Maxwell McNally: Botch? What the hell?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: I don't know. It's like something came over me and compelled me to say that.
Both Cobra and Snake aren't moving at all, so the referee starts to count.
ONE!
No movement at all.
TWO!
THREE!
Maxwell McNally: Both Cobra and Snake are down and they don't seem to be moving at all.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: I can't believe this! This has been quite a contest! Dare I say I never expected this to even happen?
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Cobra and Rattlesnake start to move around.
Maxwell McNally: We're at a count of six and we see some movement. Will they beat the 10-count?
SEVEN!
Cobra manages to grab one of the ropes and tries to pull himself up.
EIGHT!
Rattlesnake crawls to a rope. He grabs it and starts to pull himself up.
NINE!
Cobra grabs the second rope, just as Rattlesnake grabs the same rope. They manage to beat the 10-count and start to trade blows. Snake, Cobra, Snake, Cobra, Snake, Cobra, Snake, Snake, Cobra, Cobra, Cobra. Cobra goes to clothesline Rattlesnake, but somehow manages to hit the referee. Cobra hits a massive low blow on Snake, like he was trying to kick a 50+ yard field goal.
Cobra: Not so tough are you now, Snake. Looks like it's time for you to finally end your end.
Suddenly Sarin runs out from the back just as Cobra starts to pick Rattlesnake up. Sarin makes it halfway down the ramp when someone jumps in front of her, stopping her progress. They point to the back and Sarin, not wanting to mess with this person, turns around and goes to the back, despite wanting to be there for Snake. That person then walks down the ramp with a chair in hand, slides into the ring and waits. Cobra sets Rattlesnake up for a Sitdown Powerbomb. As Cobra lifts Snake up, that person slams the chair against Cobra's back. Snake falls to the ground. Cobra turns around and it met with another chair shot right between the eyes. Snake looks up and sees the devastation.
Rattlesnake: Who...who is that? Yo...no, it's not Yoko.
Upon further inspection, Rattlesnake's eyes open wide.
Rattlesnake: Torak?!
Torak simply points to the turnbuckle. Rattlesnake turns and looks. As he turns back, Torak has already moved Cobra into position and disappeared. Rattlesnake gets to his feet and slowly ascends the turnbuckle. Snake looks down at Cobra, not moving, and takes a deep breath. Still weak from the beating, Snake leaps off for the second time and connects with the biggest Venom Strike (SSP) of his career. Rattlesnake makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The bell sounds as Rattlesnake finally realizes what's happened. He's handed his custom World Championship and collapses from the pain he endured.
Did Torak really show up and disappear in such a short time? If he did, why help Rattlesnake? The two of them had the biggest rivalry out of everybody, spanning 9 long years. Maybe this is the final chapter in their history. Whatever the case may be, Snake finally took down the part of himself that always tried to interfere...he took down his demon.
Rattlesnake: I DID IT!
Rattlesnake wakes up. He's not at the arena. He's not at a hospital. He's at home, in bed.
Rattlesnake: Wait a minute. Was that all a dream? It seemed so real.
Rattlesnake sits up with his hand covering his mouth. It must have been a dream. How else could Rattlesnake stand in the ring with his alter ego? It wasn't possible. He looks off to the side of the room and something catches his eye. He gets out of bed and goes to look at it.
Rattlesnake: What's that? What the...?
As Rattlesnake inspects, he sees it's the custom World Championship, the one he indeed had destroyed...perfectly intact, like new.
Rattlesnake: I-it was a d-dream...right?
The scene fades out with Cobra cackling in the background.
OOC: Obviously ?? was Cobra...who was another persona of me...who is actually me. See?
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:04:17 GMT -5
Once More For All To See (Credit: It Doesn't Matter)
The offices of Chairman Gingerdude are back in repair and for one final night he is back in charge of the company he helped build from the ground up. Sitting in the high backed chair, he sits staring at a blond haired man.
Gingerdude: I didn't think you were going to make it Chris.
Chris: To be honest, I didn't think I would either. Paige wouldn't let me miss out on this though, said it was like high-school graduation, if I didn't go it would be something I'd regret for the rest of my life.
Gingerdude is a little taken aback by Chris' comments.
Gingerdude: You graduated high school?
Chris: Fuck no! I got my G.ED in the clink and now, here I am, a self made millionaire.
Gingerdude: And it all came out of my wallet.
Chris: Pretty well.
Gingerdude: Never the less, it's one more show for old times sakes. Omega Effect: Goodbye Game. I know you're not some sentimental, crotchety old boggart like Senator, and you don't do anything unless you want to. What is it?
Chris: Well, I was sitting backstage, and was listening to that little shit Freeman talk about how he wasn't going to defend the title this evening and figured I might come down and see what was going on.
Gingerdude: So unlike you to show concern for ACW Chris. Four months ago when we were struggling to stay afloat you were nowhere to be found and all of a sudden, this company means something to you when it's dead.
Chris: I carried this company for a whole year on my back Jonathan and you know that as well as I do. I did the same thing that BK London did, that Victor Laureano did and unlike them, I'm not some legend that's going to be remembered by everyone. I'm just some punk kid who came in the door at the tail end. The way I look at things, it's not my fault this company died, it's yours. You let Reprobate in, you allowed his vile to permeate our walls. You didn't devote the time to building this company, instead relying on the old guard to carry you along – and when they walked away this company died. I carried it's carcass as long as I could, but eventually I grew weary of it all Jonathan.
This company was – and should have continued to be great but you allowed egos to get in the way, as we all did. As long as the system was not completely broken that it would continue, you refused to listen to the ideas of others, to embrace that a conglomerate is more powerful than a proprietorship. Great men like Thunderkiss were banded as rogues for trying to change the way we played, Myself for not willing to put up with the shit you refused to shovel out of the barn.
From my perch Jonathan, this company was destined for damnation like a reprobate, it could prosper but it's course was pre-determined.
The deep insight of Chris Phenomenal comes as a shock to Gingerdude but he is not completely finished.
Chris: Could we all have devoted a mere twenty minutes of our lives each day to ACW – certainly. One less half hour of sleep, of game play, of general non-sense, would mean that ACW would still be prospering but alas we didn't and we find ourselves here today, at the wake of something that revolutionized a game, that shaped who we are in many respects. Will I miss what ACW was, yes; but at the end of the day what we have gained is also far greater than what we have lost. Connections with each other, a greater understanding of the people amongst us, an appreciation for the determination of the soul, to marvel at the natural talents bestowed upon people.
This company is not dead Jonathan – ACW will never die, though it may cease to be. As long as a single person who was changed to some walks this earth, ACW will live. As long as the lessons he has learned, the wisdom he has gained, are imparted upon others, ACW will live. Tonight, we do not mourn, we celebrate, we embrace what we've been, what we are, and what we will continue to be.
That's what Jonathan, the ACW Heavyweight Championship will be defended tonight. That title is more than Jason Freeman, it's more than BK London, it's more than myself – it's about everyone who has for one instance been a part of ACW. That championship Jonathan, is ACW!
With that, Chris Phenomenal gets up from the chair and walks out of the room as the scene fades away.
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