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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:16:47 GMT -5
Match 6: No-DQ Falls Count Anywhere Match
Jonny Spade vs BK London
Only two matches remain on tonight’s card, but boy are they peaches. Philip enters the ring to announce the first of the pair.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a no disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario… he is a member of the Untouchables, Jonny Spade!
”Bodies” hits, and Jonny gets a very loud pop from the fans as he comes down to the ring. He pauses on the apron and raises his arms, then enters and performs a few stretches while noting the strategic positions of useful objects.
After a few moments, his music fades, and then “Hold Ya Head” hits. The crowd immediately starts booing.
Philip: Aaaand his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York-
??: Whoa, hold it right there!
]The crowd isn’t surprised by the voice they hear, and they continue to boo loudly as Predator comes out on to the stage holding a mic.
Predator: The monkeys backstage obviously didn’t tell you guys out here… BK London is indisposed, so I will be wrestling in his place.
More booing. Jonny puts his hands on his hips and gives Predator a skeptical look.
Predator: Since this is a falls count anywhere match… I think I’ll stay right where I am. You gonna come and get me, Jonny, or are you afraid of the Fallout Champion like everyone else?
Predator gets a highly impressive amount of heat; Jonny glares, and the referee looks at him, waiting for an answer. After a few seconds, Jonny nods, slides out of the ring and triggers a huge wave of cheers as he storms up the ramp. The referee hurries after, waving his arms at the timekeeper.
Bell Rings.
Upon seeing Jonny charging toward him, Predator seems to think better of his bravado, and scoots into the back. Jonny dashes after, but emerges into an open area to find Predator is not there. He looks all around him, and finally starts to move back in the direction he came – at which point Predator leaps out from behind some boxes and knocks Jonny to the ground.
Predator smirks and repeatedly kicks Jonny, but the six-time tag champion is in no mood to put up with this, and makes the crowd roar with delight as he nips back up and goes to work on Predator, hammering him with blows borne out of frustration. Predator can’t endure this for long, and as soon as a gap appears in his armor, Jonny grabs Predator and hits a powerslam on to the hard floor. Predator grimaces, but Jonny’s just getting started; he uses some big stomps of his own, lifts Predator up on to his shoulders and then runs at the boxes Predator was hiding behind, throwing him into them as hard as he can. The pile is scattered everywhere and Predator is badly dazed; Jonny draws a finger across his throat, and then thrills the crowd by delivering the Jonormous Slam. Predator is out, and Jonny drops to make the pin, observed by the referee who counts the 1,2-
Out of nowhere, a figure looms into shot and Jonny is pulled away from the KOed Predator. The crowd recognize BK at once and the booing is exceptionally loud. BK hits a DDT on Jonny and pins, but the referee is confused and refuses to count. BK gets up and gets in the referee’s face.
BK: So I’m a little late? I’m here now, and I’m taking my rightful place in this match. Now do your job, you pathetic excuse for an official!
The referee looks less than pleased, but this time obliges as BK covers again. 1- And Jonny kicks out, much to the audience’s relief; he pushes BK away and gets back up, determined to repay his foe for his sneaky attempt to sabotage the match.
The two men fight their way along a number of corridors, exchanging powerful punches and driving one another along until they unexpectedly reach a fire escape door. Barging through it, the cold air outside comes as something of a shock but they ignore this and continue to trade blows until BK overdoes a punch, misses Jonny entirely and leaves himself open to Jonny’s Killswitch (back suplex to spinning sideslam). Jonny goes for a cover, 1…2- BK kicks free and hops back up on to his feet, delivering a nasty-looking kick to Jonny’s ribs as he hurries to do the same. Jonny’s no fool; he knows that BK is aiming to compromise his chances for the PPV, and so he takes on a more defensive stance as BK hammers away at him once again. Advancing along the side of the building, BK starts to tire by just a fraction, but this is all Jonny needs in order to launch a counter-attack. He boots BK hard in the gut and then grabs his wrists, pulling his arms behind him and crossing them over as he wrenches. BK refuses to show weakness by crying out, but he cannot fully conceal the pain he’s in, and as Jonny literally twists BK’s arms the referee asks BK if he wishes to submit. Despite the pain, BK snorts derisively and starts to struggle until Jonny is forced to let him go. Jonny’s not going to let up, however, and grabs BK again right away, this time making the crowd pop by hitting the S-Drop #4 (Oklahoma Slam into a Backbreaker). As he drops BK to the floor, Jonny stamps on BK’s exposed wrist, continuing to target that area; BK grits his teeth, well aware that he can’t afford an injury to such a critical joint. He has to find a way to turn things around, and he does so with brutal style; cradling his wrist he feigns being distracted, and as Jonny moves into range BK lunges into a surprise Shades of Michaels. It works better than even he could have hoped; Jonny is sent flying back right through a window into the building, causing the crowd to chant “Holy Shit! A few times. BK smirks, and then carefully jumps through the broken window…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:17:20 GMT -5
The room they are now in is quite dark; the walls are lined with wooden storage racks, and as everyone’s eyes adjust it becomes clear that this is the secure room where the fed’s stocks of pyro material and other special effects equipment are kept. As BK and the audience are taking this in, suddenly Jonny reappears, carrying what looks like a hand-held vacuum cleaner. Its true function, however, becomes clear as Jonny activates it, and a huge cloud of dry ice is generated; BK and the camera are blinded, and only the sounds of combat can be heard for a few seconds. The cameraman who has been following the match waves his hand to try and clear his view, and as things resolve again, Jonny is caught whipping BK forcefully into a rack of metal boxes. They are sent everywhere, and several primed sets of pyro are scattered over the floor. A gentle hissing is the only warning given before the first one ignites; BK rolls out of the way just in time, and then with a vicious smile he grabs Jonny and tries to force him into the line of fire. Jonny battles back, and the pair throw one another around, locked in a grapple as they narrowly miss burning one another. The debris forms an extra hazard, and Jonny trips; BK tries to hold him over a pyro that is about to explode, and Jonny just barely succeeds in pushing himself clear before it goes up. The room now is rapidly filling with smoke and fumes, and the referee orders both men out at once before he stops the match entirely. Jonny, who has a few singed hair ends to show from the encounter, angrily kicks the door open and staggers out, shouting at BK to keep bringing it.
Both men are starting to feel the effects of fatigue and mild smoke inhalation, but neither will give ground and the match rages just as fiercely as ever. BK might have been enjoying himself before, but now he seems to be far more intent on actually picking up the victory, and he batters Jonny with a stream of rapid fire punches, trapping him against the wall and adding to the pressure with repeated shoulder tackles. Jonny again finds a fresh seam of energy and pushes BK back; he takes him over in a suplex, but BK jumps into it and the pair end up bent into a sort of double bridge whilst still on their feet. BK adjusts his stance, leans forward and then pulls Jonny backward over his shoulders into a form of backslide pin; the referee counts as the crowd roars, 1…2…- Jonny kicks out in the nick of time, but BK was close to victory and he knows it. Refusing to let up, he gets in close and lays into Jonny with punches and kicks- but doesn’t see Jonny grabbing a folded chair leaning against the wall. Jonny grabs it with one hand and whacks BK in the side to stop his attack, and then goes to town, repeatedly striking BK over the back until BK collapses. With the crowd willing him on, Jonny throws the chair aside and drops into a pin. He hooks the leg, 1…2…thr- kickout by BK, and the audience’s disappointment is clear. BK punches Jonny in the side of the head and rolls out from under him; the pair glare at one another, both now breathing hard, and then Jonny charges, tackling BK through a set of double doors.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:17:51 GMT -5
The stamina of both men is exceptional, but repeated impacts with floor and walls have taken their toll, and neither can endure very much more punishment. They’ve almost reached the outside again, and the area they are in contains two or three small dumpsters on wheels being stored until the garbage collectors can pick them up. Jonny drives BK right back against one of these, and keeps him trapped as he delivers a string of mighty blows; the floor is solid concrete, and though BK lands a punch or two in reply, Jonny is still able to subdue BK and prepare him for the Silver Spade. The crowd is beside itself, shouting and yelling as Jonny starts to perform the move… but BK resists for all he’s worth and Jonny can’t deliver the goods. BK looks tired and shoves Jonny back, taking the briefest of glances over his shoulder; Jonny can almost taste victory, and perhaps this makes him less cautious than he ought to be. He rushes at BK again… and BK deftly lifts him up, tossing him into a backbody drop that deposits Jonny straight into one of the dumpsters. A cry of dismay and disgust is heard from inside, and quickly BK slams the lid shut and seals the locking mechanism. As the dumpster starts to rock, BK looks around him… and then smirks once again.
The dumpster’s heavy with Jonny in it, but BK manages to push it to the steps leading down to the basement. The crowd screams with surprise as BK gives it a final kick, and it rumbles down, increasing in speed as it disappears into the darkness. There is a loud crash… then silence.
After a few moments, BK starts to venture downward, with the cameraman behind. His mounted lamp lights the way, and at the bottom of the stairs lies the upended dumpster. It has burst open, and deposited Jonny and a load of trash everywhere; BK holds his nose, and puts one foot on Jonny to turn him over on to his back. Jonny is knocked out, and can make no response as the referee counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… BK London!
The crowd in the arena boos as BK gives Jonny a last kick, and then walks away with a hand to his sore back. Jonny starts to stir; all that trash may stink, but it has also cushioned him from any serious injury. As medics arrive to check on him, the look in Jonny’s eyes as he lies there shows that he will make BK pay for this incident, and pay dearly…
Fade out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:18:28 GMT -5
Segment: The small still voice within
There was once a man who walked on the seashore; as he passed along the tideline, he slowed, for he saw a most unusual sight. It had been a Spring tide the night before, and now the beach was littered with hundreds upon hundreds of starfish. All were a dull orange colour, with nothing to distinguish them from the many thousands of others that dwelled along the rocky shores elsewhere.
The man touched one with the tip of his boot. It recoiled weakly, for lack of water was gradually killing it; all around, many of its companions had already succumbed. The man felt a twinge of sorrow, but it was no more than that.
He kept walking, and after a little while longer his attention was drawn to a figure up ahead. As he came closer, he could see it was a young girl. She was repeatedly running up to the tideline, stooping, and then running back down to where the sea was to pause before returning to where she started. Again and again she did this, and so when the man finally drew near enough, he could see that she was red in the face from her efforts.
The girl paid him no heed as she bent down and picked up a starfish. Finding it dead, she put it back down and picked up another. This one moved, and the sparkle of the evening light in her eyes seemed to increase as she lifted it, and with renewed energy ran down to the shore. There was a soft “plop” as she dropped the starfish into the water there.
As the girl started back, the man looked around him. He could see several places where starfish had lain on the sand, but there were still hundreds, maybe thousands, lying there, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
“What are you doing?” The man asked the girl as she came near. It was a redundant question, but the child answered it innocently.
“I’m taking Starfish back to the water so they don’t dry out,” she said, looking for another. “But you can’t possibly save all of them… you can’t even save most of them,” said the man, “and there are many starfish like this. They’re not rare or endangered. They’re everywhere.” The girl just looked at him and nodded. “So why are you bothering? What difference does it make?”
The girl looked up at him, and there was something almost like pity in her eyes for him. She held up the starfish she had picked up as if it were a real star, of infinite preciousness.
“To this one, to this starfish here… it makes a difference,” she said softly. “It makes all the difference in the world…”
There is a knock at the door; Alicia stirs, and finds herself holding her hairbrush with it halfway through her tresses. She is slightly unnerved to realize that she has lost track of time from her daydream. A crewmember’s voice is heard through the door.
Crewmember: 10 minutes, Miss Kitsune…
AK (through the door): Thank you.
The footsteps of the crewmember are heard receding; Alicia shakes her head and tries to bring herself back into focus. She scolds herself; lately she’s kept having these moments of distraction, and she knows that it only takes one such slip to destroy your shot at glory.
She finishes brushing her hair, and puts in her silver fox-ear headband to complete her entrance attire. In an effort to stop her thoughts wandering, she puts on her CD player once again, and adjusts her clothing. But as the music cuts in mid-track, she is once again distracted, this time by the velvet-smooth voice of Maxi Jazz, lyricist extraordinaire. She’s always found that Faithless have a certain resonance with her, and though she’s listened to this song many times before, something is different this time…
”My story stops here, let’s be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain't going to Nirvana or Farvana
You're coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously,
Seriously…
Just how many centuries have we been waiting, for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
That people everywhere suffer just like we
Bad leadership and egos unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead-
I don't need good people to pray and wait
For the Lord to make it all straight
There's only now to do it right.
Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight…
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomb
A wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You could be Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction…
Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction,
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction,
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction…”
The pulsing beat is halted as the track ends; Alicia reaches out and presses the “off” button with a firm push. She looks at herself in the mirror, her expression stern as she internally tries to marshal her emotions and instincts. Then, she takes hold of an ACW magazine which has Hunter smiling away on the cover with his ACW title, and stares at it, barely even blinking. When the title alone doesn’t do the trick, she picks up the photo frame from the table showing herself and Victor on their honeymoon. She knows she has to set her priorities straight.
The title. Victor. The title. Victor. Title. Victor. Title, Victor, Title, Victor, Title, Hunter-
She slams a fist on the table. No, NO. Not Hunter, absolutely not, no way, she is not playing that game. No six degrees of separation here. Because it’s just far too easy to go from Hunter to-
She slaps herself across the face, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to sting. She is not even going there. No. It’s none of her business, anyway. Any information Hunter has is…
And then she stops, and looks at herself once again in the mirror. She wishes she didn’t watch the shows, wishes she’d never heard Hunter’s tale on Meltdown… but the past cannot be undone. No matter what happens, she can’t erase what she now knows from her mind. And she cannot change the way she feels, however much she might want to.
There is only one option left… but first, she has a match to contest. She pulls herself together, walks purposefully to the door, and lets herself out to face whatever the remainder of this night holds…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:19:52 GMT -5
Segment: Not the most successful date ever (Credit: Rawt)
Gelale arrived at the restaurant in a taxi; she hoped that Rawt would arrive and pay the tab, but after 10 minutes the cabby was fed up with waiting so she paid the cabby and entered the restaurant. She looked around at all the tables until she found Rawt sitting at one of the window table booths, sipping at his Fresca.
Gelale: Rawt!
Rawt noticed that Gelale was at the door, and turned to look and turned away quickly. Gelale, confused why he was acting like this, walked over to the table and sat down across from him.
Gelale: What’s wrong?
Rawt: Nothing is wrong, just wanted to take you out for dinner.
Gelale: Well ok, so what are we going to eat?
Rawt: I was thinking of buying the shrimp and taco salad, with some crab on the side.
Gelale: Sounds good, how much will it cost?
Rawt: About $300.
Gelale: Well I didn't bring any money.
Rawt: I know.
Rawt gives Gelale a smirk as he calls for the waiter.
Gelale: What was so special about this place?
Rawt: It’s nice and expensive, and I heard they got good food.
Gelale: Well that’s true, but are you sure you can afford it?
Rawt: I don’t know, do you?
Gelale: ...No, but---
Rawt: Food’s up!
The waiter walked over towards their table, followed by 3 others due to the amount of food they purchased.
Gelale: Wow, that’s more food then I expected!
Rawt: Hey, what can you say, gotta have an appetite.
They rested the food on their table and the table beside them and left for them to enjoy their food. Gelale waited for Rawt to dig in first.
Gelale: Aren’t you going to do the honors?
Rawt: Don't mind if I do.
Rawt takes his fork and eats some of his shrimp and taco salad. He chews it fast and swallows it with extreme force. He wipes his mouth with his napkin as he places his fork down gently beside his plate.
Rawt: Well, that salad just went right through me, I must go to the washroom.
Rawt stands up and moves swiftly towards the washroom, Gelale standing their with a weird expression on her face, but it doesn’t take her long before she dives her head into her food and engulfs her crab with lightning speed.
Rawt: Fuck, she’s a beast! Good thing I won’t have to be feeding that thing every night anymore.
Rawt looked around for the nearby exit, before he left he glanced back at all the food he was leaving behind, then left through the door. Gelale was sitting there for 10minutes waiting for Rawt to get back, and in that time she ate all of the food.
Gelale: What is keeping him?
Gelale stood up and wobbled over to the counter where the waiter stood.
Gelale: Excuse me, but you know the man I was sitting with, where did he go?
The waiter points over to the door Rawt left by as Gelale started to cry.
Waiter: If it’s any consolation, I say you just got dumped.
Gelale: But but, how am I supposed to pay for this meal? I got no money.
Waiter: Well, I guess SOMEONE is going to be my dish-bitch for the rest of the night.
Gelale: But but, I have never done dishes in my life.
Waiter: Good, fresh meat.
The waiter grabs Gelale by the shirt and dragged her into the back towards the humungeous pile of dishes.
Waiter: See these dishes? You clean them. See this scrubby? You scrub with it. See these men? Well, you will be seeing a lot of them.
Gelale's eyes widened as the cooks walked towards her with their greasy faces and hands.
Boss: Well well well, fresh meat, we were getting kinda lonely here eh boys?
Cooks: That’s right boss!
Boss: What should we do with her first?
Cooks: I know boss, I know!
The suggestive cook whispered to the rest as they formed a straight line.
Cooks: And a 1, and a 2, and a 3.
They all ripped off their pants and were wearing silk thongs and danced around Gelale.
Cooks: TAKE HER TO THE CAR WASH!!! WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!
Gelale: OMG!! THEY’RE SO GREASY!!!
The audience has no idea whether Gelale is delighted or horrified, and mercifully the scene switches out…
Meanwhile, Rawt was driving back to ACW, proud of his decision. He opened his glove compartment and looked at all the pictures of Gelale and him and tossed them into the air, never seeing them again.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:20:45 GMT -5
Segment: Room “Served” (Credit: Santiago)
As the scene begins we’re in a parking lot somewhere off in the city near a Holiday Inn. A Cadillac pulls into the parking spot and pulls into the first spot near the entrance and turns the car off. The man who emerges from the car is none other than the Macho Man RDK as people still in the arena cheer RDK looks over and sees the Senatorial Limo parked. Randy has a look of anger on his face as he opens the main door and walks to the front desk.
RDK: Yeah, hi, I’m looking for a Mr. Rivera’s room number please.
Man: I’m sorry, we’re not allowed to give away room numbers, just a safety precaution.
RDK: Oh no, no, no I have to deliver something to him.
Man: Okay well if you’d just place it here then I would gladly have room service bring it up to him.
RDK: Sorry, you see, Mr. Rivera specifically asked me to deliver this to him.
The man looks over the counter.
Man: Where is it?
RDK didn’t think that far ahead then looks down on his wrist.
RDK: It’s this.
He moves his wrist up to show him his watch.
RDK: This is his, very valuable.
Man: Then why are you wearing it?
RDK: I’m a very forgetful person, I put it on simply to remember to deliver it to him.
There is silence for a moment as the man doesn’t look to have bought it.
Man: Very well sir. You’ll want to go to the very top floor, Suite number three. It’s straight forward off the elevator.
RDK: Thank you brudah.
RDK begins walking off towards the elevator.
RDK: OoOoOoOoOH YEAH!
RDK presses the button as it dings and the door opens. He steps inside and clicks the top button then gives the man thumbs up. The door then closes and the man grabs a walkie talkie.
Man: Sir, it’s all set. Yes….yes. Yes sir, he’s on his way up now.
The man puts the walkie talkie down as he pulls up a wad of cash and begins to count it.
We now cut to the top floor of the hotel facing the elevator. It’s about 5 seconds before the ding is heard and the door opens up to see RDK grooving out to the elevator music. He sees the camera and jumps in fright. He then storms out of the elevator to Suite three.
RDK: Time to get what’s coming to you…
He goes up and knocks on the door.
RDK (high pitched woman voice): Room Service.
He knocks on the door again.
RDK (High Voice): Your champagne is here sir.
RDK then takes a few steps back and kicks the door in. The door dents the wall from impact.
RDK: Room Service is here to serve you Mr. Rivera. For tonight’s meal we have an ass kicking on a silver platter with a side dish of GO TO HELL!
RDK walks all over the suite, looking under the bed, and behind curtains.
RDK: Where are you Santi?!? Come on!
RDK busts into the bathroom and grabs a can of Lysol spray in there and rips the shower curtains open and sprays but no Santi. He looks from the floor to the ceiling but nothing. He goes back out and busts open a closet but nothing but clothes falls out.
RDK: What the hell……there’s no way he fooled me. It’s not possible.
RDK then sees a window and walks over. He looks outside it leading to a balcony and right when he grabs the doorknob he is attacked from behind. Santiago pulls him and whips him around in a circle then throws him straight through the window and onto the balcony. Glass is shattered all around as a motionless RDK lays still. Santi then walks over and opens the door and flicks the light onto the balcony. He walks over and kneels down to Randy.
Santiago: There’s no way I fooled you huh? Well apparently, that Macho mind of yours isn’t as good as it used to be. And I don’t know about you, but I just LOVE IT when a plan comes together. I knew you were following me here, I tipped that man to let you up here and tell me when you were coming. I’m not sure if you know this saying Randy but. Greatness hides in the dark corners. It’s just waiting, and waiting for it’s opportunity….to STRIKE! You know in that room you stared right into my eyes in the closet, you stared into the eyes of death right there. And most of all, you stared into the eyes of the man who will walk into Genocide and Ultimate X International Champion. Then walk out, International Champion, and the total destroyer of Randy Dallas…..Kanyon.
The scene starts to fade with blood beginning to streak down RDK’s face from the glass and Santiago staring down at him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:22:07 GMT -5
Match 7: Strange Bedfellows Match
Hunter/AK vs. Senator/TNT vs. Predator/Holocaust (Credit: Yoko/AK)
Just one match remains for this edition of Warfare… one last chance for three-quarters of the participants in the Genocide main event to prove their worthiness to be there. Philip enters the ring, and gives the crowd a few seconds to sort itself out before speaking.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event tonight is a six-person “Strange Bedfellows” tag team contest. This will be fought under normal tag rules, with the additional stipulation that tags may be made to any other wrestler on the apron, not merely to one’s own teammate.
There are a few murmurs from the crowd as they take this in.
Philip: Therefore, without further ado – the first competitor, from Winnipeg Manitoba, he is the ACW Fallout Openweight Champion… Predator!
”Can’t get enough of your love” hits, and the crowd gives Predator plenty of boos as he emerges on to the stage. Predator clearly relishes this opportunity to be back on Warfare, and holds his belt up proudly as he comes to the ring. He continues to show his title off until the referee takes it from him for safekeeping.
Philip: Next, his tag partner for tonight – from Hartford, CT, being accompanied by Seth Cowell… Holocaust!
”Power Struggle” by Sunna plays, and the audience’s full attention is on the powerfully built man who enters through the curtain. Holocaust maintains a steely expression, but glances from side to side, taking in the sights and sounds of Warfare. Seth follows him, looking extremely confident in his client’s abilities, and smirks as they both enter the ring; Holocaust gives Predator a look that shows their co-operation may well prove to be difficult, and stands away from him as Philip continues the introductions.
Philip: For the second of our three teams… from Chicago, Illinois, the real F’n Deal, TNT!
”Blood Brothers” hits the P.A. and TNT completely owns the place from the moment he sets foot on the stage. The crowd somehow manages to boo and cheer at the same time for the charismatic returnee, and TNT strides purposefully to the ring – in his mind he’s capable of winning this match regardless of who he’s teamed with. He steps through the ropes, and gives both Holocaust and Predator a look that says “Who are these idiots?”, leaning on the ropes in a cocky and relaxed manner.
His music is faded and cut, to be replaced by “Hail to the Chief”, triggering plenty of cheers from the fans.
Philip: And his partner for this evening… from Washington D.C, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… Senator Steve Phillips!
There is a very slight pause, and then the Senator comes out to a fresh wave of cheers. There’s no denying that the Senator gets a buzz from all of this when he’s out before a big crowd, and no one doubts that he’ll give 100% to this match. Upon entering the ring, the Senator gives his opponents a slight nod, and TNT a stern glance that suggests an uneasy truce; how long it will last is anyone’s guess.
With the ring now getting quite crowded, Philip moves swiftly onward.
Philip: And finally, the third of our three teams… first, from London, England, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
”I’m a Bomb” hits, and the fans are clearly pleased to see AK as she comes out looking perfectly presented as ever to give a little class to proceedings. She wastes little time getting to the ring and enters, looking round at her many opponents and running a quick mental check on them. Satisfied that she has the measure of them, she finds a spare inch or two of canvas and awaits the final participant with the others.
Philip: And her partner for tonight, from Rochester, NY… he is a member of the Senatorial Stable and the reigning ACW World Champion… Andrew Hunter!
The arena darkens, and “Ex Nihilo” plays, heralding the champion’s second appearance on that stage. Hunter carries his belt with reverence, but his expression is hard to read; whatever else is on his mind, however, what awaits him in the ring soon has his full attention. He steps through the ropes and looks in turn at those around him; he and the Senator share a brief smile and nod of respect, the others receive only a cool stare.
After all the introductions, RAF is keen to get the match underway at once. He orders Philip out, and then calls immediately for the bell.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:25:44 GMT -5
As RAF demands things come to order, everyone is still in the ring. They cannot decide on which two teams get to start, or who from which of those teams get to start. Ever efficient, RAF quickly talks with everyone, and it is seemingly settled. Senator and TNT both go to their corner. Hunter goes to his, leaving AK in the ring to start it off. For the other team, Holocaust and Predator are still discussing it. They can’t seem to come to a decision, so Holocaust shoves his teammate aggressively. Predator concedes and steps through the ropes. AK and Holocaust will start it off.
Bell Rings…Again.
AK is a little wary of Holocaust, as would anyone else be. He isn’t afraid of her though, and steps forward to begin it. But before he can, he feels a slap on his back. Predator has tagged himself in. He yells at Predator, but Predator rushes in and RAF forces Holocaust to the apron, quite an impressive feat in itself.
Predator bounces around in front of AK in a very Shane McMahon type way. He tosses some punches at her mockingly as he hops closer to her. AK just lets him get on with it, waits for him to come that bit too close, and like lightning, superkicks him straight in the chin with a flicker of a smirk. Also like lightning, Predator falls to the mat. He lays there for a second, considers his options and rolls back to his corner and tags Holocaust back in. Holocaust just gives him a dismissive glance as Seth can’t resist taunting his client’s rival from the sidelines.
Holocaust re-enters the ring and goes straight for AK. She stops him temporarily with a kick to the knee that nearly topples him. He has a major height and weight advantage, so she needs a way to get him down before he can do any damage. In the moment that she ponders this, he seizes her arm and pulls her close to him. He then grabs her face with a clawhold. AK breaks it before he can chokeslam her by kicking his knee again, and she runs into the ropes and does a spinning heel kick to Holocaust’s face on the rebound.
AK is naturally back up before Holocaust is, and rushes to him as he’s getting up to plant him back down with a DDT. She has no such luck. While his head is locked under her arm, he rushes forward, slamming AK into Senator and TNT’s corner. The slam pulls his head free, and he follows it by ramming his shoulder into her gut a couple of times, knocking out her air. He then comes upright, and brutally clotheslines her. He backs up and repeats it a second time. A third time. A fourth time. Dazed and in pain, AK flails her arm out and prays someone is feeling chivalrous… and her luck is in as Senator takes the tag, evidently set on getting some first hand experience of the big man’s fighting style before he potentially has to meet him in a far more dangerous environment. Holocaust backs away a bit to let Senator enter the ring. AK slumps to the mat and rolls out of the ring to regain herself as Senator enters to face this beast.
He wastes no time going after Holocaust. You have to surprise the monster types by going at them head on, it’s what they least expect. It certainly takes Holocaust by surprise to see Senator rushing him. When Senator reaches Holocaust, he begins to knife edge chop him, leaving painful red welts on Holocaust’s chest after each one. After the third one, Holocaust pushes Senator back and hits him with his own stiff chop. Senator however continues his barrage of chops. For every one Holocaust gets in on Senator, Senator gets in at least two on Holocaust. Holocaust decides he can’t win this chop contest and quickly spins, discus clotheslining Senator. Senator catches his arm though and quickly moves around behind Holocaust, holding him in a painful armbar. Holocaust can’t seem to reach Senator or the ropes, and he sure isn’t going to tap. He musters his strength, and with extreme pain, he pulls Senator back around, almost dislocating his arm. While he can face him, Holocaust grabs Senator and lifts him, breaking the hold, and turns him sideways for a backbreaker. It connects and he shoves Senator away from him. Holocaust shakes his arm to make sure everything is still working in it, and stares at Senator in frustration as he is getting up. Rather than continue fighting the technician, Holocaust tags the nearest person, who happens to be Hunter, and steps out onto the apron next to him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:26:16 GMT -5
Hunter points at himself as if not knowing he’s been tagged while RAF motions for him to come in. He looks at Senator, and slowly comes into the ring, knowing what he has to face. The crowd pops as Senator and Hunter stare each other down, and then they’re off, as Senator delivers a string of chops to Hunter and Hunter retaliates with some forearms of his own. It’s common knowledge that these two stablemates are closely matched, and at first it looks like Senator has the best of things as he executes a Liberaliser on Hunter and tries a pin. Hunter however kicks at the 2 count, rolls back on to his feet and pulls Senator forward to hit a series of knees to the gut culminating in a facebuster. A pin follows, and Hunter also gets a 2 count; the crowd is loving it and the pace doesn’t let up as Senator uses an upward thrust on Hunter while he is leaning over him and stuns him for a second. The Senator rolls forward and reaches his feet in almost perfect position to apply the Tax Cut; Hunter’s expression shows just how incredibly painful this hold is, but he refuses to give in and somehow claws his way to the ropes. AK offers the tag in, but Hunter wants to continue and as RAF forces the break Hunter jumps up, ignores his pains and makes the crowd roar with a killer spear. Hunter tries to cover, but Senator pushes him away and both men get back on their feet; they both need to tag out sooner rather than later, but such is their immersion in the contest that they can think only of trying to beat one another. Hunter manages to clip out the Senator’s knee and throws himself at the ropes, going for the Floyd Kick, but Senator nips up and uses his own Partisan Kick. The pair collide and everyone watching cries on and winces as both men are down on the mat.
Disorientated, Hunter and Senator drag themselves to the ropes; Holocaust extends a mighty hand to tag Hunter, but Predator will not be sidelined again and reaches along the apron, tagging himself in via the Senator. This angers TNT, who is itching to get into the match; Predator storms into the ring and the crowd gets a little preview of Saturday as Predator and Holocaust go at it, with the rest of the participants more than happy to let the pair take one another apart. At first Predator makes some impressive gains on Holocaust, getting in a glancing blow to the temple and knocking Holocaust down, but when he tries to apply the Predator Crossface, Holocaust is too well recovered and breaks out of it without too much difficulty. The fans roar as Holocaust attacks, grabbing Predator and performing his clawhold chokeslam. Predator tries to recover swiftly, but then falls victim to the F-16 as Holocaust smirks and pointedly stares at each of the other superstars in turn. He meets the gaze of TNT, and TNT smirks right back at him; the human highlight reel shouts at Predator, who is only too grateful to tag out, and there is a mighty pop as TNT finally sees some action. Holocaust is incredibly strong, and sends TNT to the ropes with a shove, but TNT rebounds and demonstrates his own strength by tackling his larger opponent to the ground. TNT wails on Holocaust, punching him over and over until RAF barks at him to stop – Holocaust is far from being cowed and storms back at TNT, delivering some huge strikes of his own before executing his fallaway slam to Samoan drop combination. Holocaust pins, 1…2- and TNT kicks, raises an eyebrow, and rolls back on to his feet…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:26:42 GMT -5
TNT’s speed is astonishing as he takes the big man to school, delivering punches that are far more powerful than his size would lead one to expect. As strong as he is, Holocaust’s weaker points are now coming under the microscope, and the combined effect of fighting several of ACW’s top names is taking its toll. TNT, meanwhile, is in his element; he makes Holocaust reel, and then makes the crowd roar as he “Seals the Deal” with his amalgam of the Angel’s Wings and Suwa’s FFF. Supremely confident, TNT pins, and RAF counts, 1…2…- Holocaust just barely kicks out, and shoves TNT, rolling sideways across the ring. Before TNT can prevent it, AK reaches out and hot tags herself back into the match; she leaps on to the ropes and sends the crowd into raptures with a corkscrew moonsault on to TNT. Holocaust is angry at the tag, but fortunately Hunter is alert and as Holocaust rises, Hunter pulls down the top rope. TNT is in the process of whipping AK away from him, and she dashes across to collide with Holocaust, upending him just enough for him to tumble over the lowered ropes. There’s a loud thump as Holocaust lands; AK smiles, but TNT is right behind her and he produces a beautiful bridging German suplex, RAF counts again 1…2…- AK hooks the bottom rope with a foot to stop the count in the nick of time, much to TNT’s disgust. He pulls AK back to her feet, but AK battles back, thrusting an elbow into TNT’s chest and driving the air out of his lungs. She grabs his arm and spins the bottle; TNT struggles and instead of sending TNT into her own corner, she sends him flying back into his own.
No one can be sure if it’s deliberate or an accident, but the Senator turns as TNT hurtles toward him, and TNT gets a face full of the Senator’s forearm. Furious, TNT shouts at the Senator, who vigorously denies any wrongdoing; while all this is going on AK slips on to the apron, gets up on her own turnbuckle and then runs along the rope, leaping off into a mighty hurricanrana. The fans cheer as TNT is brought down; he rolls backward on landing unaware of his trajectory, and two hands simultaneously tag him. Predator and Holocaust glare at one another, and immediately start to argue again; Holocaust shoves Predator, and tries to enter the ring, but Predator grabs Holcaust’s arm and tries to hold him back. As this is happening, Hunter shouts for the tag – he has a plan, and as AK switches with him, she stays in the ring, moving to the one neutral corner. Hunter closes in as Seth Cowell gets involved and tries to pull Predator away; Predator kicks him, so Holocaust kicks back, sending Predator stumbling along the apron so that he knocks the Senator to the floor in error with him. Holocuast smirks, moves through the ropes- and as he is swinging his second leg over, Hunter rushes in and grabs him, taking him over into a belly to belly suplex. The second Holocaust lands, AK jumps into the Ground Zero, connects, and rolls out of the ring before RAF blows a fuse; with Holocaust now badly dazed, Hunter gathers all his strength to nail the Shotgun, a great acheivement on a 300 pounder. It’s too much for Holocaust to take, and no one else is able to respond as RAF drops and counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners… Hunter and Alicia Kitsune!
Hunter wears a satisfied expression as he stands back up and his music hits. Holocaust is understandably less happy, and he pulls himself back on his feet to see Predator and Seth still arguing. Incensed at the outcome, Holocaust storms over and grabs Predator, throwing him into the ring and starting to attack him. Hunter ignores this and looks for RAF to give him his belt so he can leave- but instead, TNT opportunistically slips into the ring and knocks Hunter down. The crowd boos, and Hunter, now angry himself, rolls out of the way as TNT tries to elbow drop him. He nips back up – but then gets punched by Holocaust who is fuming and looking to take his frustration out on anyone in range.
Senator, who until now has had no interest whatsoever in getting involved in the petty squabbles, runs in and pulls his stablemate clear before Holocaust can do more damage. They are both attacked by TNT, and then to make things completely chaotic, out of the crowd emerges BK London. He kicks AK off of the apron before she can see him, and then starts to go to town on everyone else. It looks like things are breaking down utterly as Jonny comes dashing from the back, slides in alongside a now livid AK and proceeds to double team with her against BK until Holocaust shows off his devastating strength and wades in amongst them. RAF bellows at the ringside crew to do something…
…and amazingly enough, this time something does happen. Evidently Ginger was expecting something like this, as out from the back comes just about every security guard ACW has – Bruce, Tyrone, Crocjaw, the rest of Triple A’s team, and a whole slew of miscellaneous heavies. Even Ron and Reg are among the 20 or so who crowd into the ring and physically force all the warring parties apart.
The noise of people arguing and shouting becomes slightly less intense, and then disappears as the Chairman himself arrives, walking halfway down the ramp with a mic in hand.
Ginger: Okay, okay, you’ve all had your fun… and I know the ACW fans would love to see you all tear one another apart. As indeed would I…
The crowd pops, but Ginger holds up a hand to quieten them.
Ginger: …the thing is, I want you all to be in top condition for Saturday, believe me you’ll need all your strength for that. So security will escort you separately back to your locker rooms.
He turns to the crowd with an expansive gesture.
Ginger: That’s it for tonight… don’t any of you forget to tune in to Genocide on Saturday. It’s going to be a wild ride.
Ginger’s theme hits; some of the crowd boos, disappointed that the mass brawl was stopped, but most can barely contain their excitement. They are still cheering as the group in and around the ring disperses…
It’s going to be a match, and a PPV, quite unlike anything that’s gone before.
Fade to Black…
But it’s not quite the end, not yet. In fact, in many ways, it is just the beginning…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 20, 2006 17:28:12 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Road Trip (Credit: Hunter / AK )
The scene fades in shortly following the false ending, joining an already disgruntled World Champion as he treads down the hallway with some look of disdain on his face, holding his bags in his right hand and his title being securely strapped around his left shoulder. The events that recently transpired were not exactly the kind he was looking for, as he was clearly looking for blood. But he will have to wait until Saturday to draw blood, and until then he can simply relax...or so he thinks. Turning the corner, he directly runs into the form of one Alicia Kitsune-Laureano, looking no more cheerful than he is. The two opponents look at one other menacingly, trying to get their point clearly across to one other, that they will not go down without a fight. AK's eyes slowly move across from Hunter's face to the World Title on his shoulder, an action that catches the attention of the champion.
Hunter: Hey hey. Watch your eyes Missy, my title doesn't like getting looked at by anyone except me.
AK: Wow, it’s developed a mind of its own now? Well I suppose one of you has to be able to think straight… and anyhow, it won't be your title for long.
Hunter: Eh, I've heard that one before from everyone. Hell, even you. Trust me, I've got my ways.
AK: As do I. Just remember, I may make mistakes, but never the same ones twice. It’s going to take more than you have to knock me out this time.
Hunter: We'll see about that. You can talk, but I doubt you can walk.
AK: I’ll admit it, you got the best of me last time, Hunter, but don't think for a second that I'll be going easy on you.
Hunter: I don't expect you to, nor do I want you to.
He chuckles as a sly grin creeps across AK's face. But just as soon as they came, their fighting words are soon abolished as the two stare at each other, this time forgetting the Asylum and thinking about other things in particular.
AK: Hunter...I heard your story on Thursday. I just wanted to say I'm---
Hunter: You don't have to be. I went through too much as is, and an apology really won't do much good for me.
AK: I can understand that. Listen, somewhere in that tale you mentioned that the Smiths talked about this kid, right? A kid named Eric.
Hunter: Yeah, so?
AK opens her mouth to speak, but a couple nearby stagehands walk by chatting amongst themselves. Hunter instantly understands the level of privacy that AK wants, so he motions with his right index finger for her to follow him. She does so silently as Hunter reaches a door that reads "Exit", opens it, and allows the pair to walk outside into the dark and lonely night.
Hunter: You were saying?
AK: This..."Eric". I’m fairly certain this was the kid that I saw kidnapped almost a month ago.
Hunter: What's your point?
AK: If what he told me is as consistent with your account as I believe it to be, he’s in a great deal of danger. But there’s still time…
Hunter: So what do you want me to do?
AK: We- I mean, I-
She takes a deep breath.
AK: However stupid this sounds… I don’t think I can just abandon him to fate.
Hunter shakes his head.
Hunter: It's beyond us now, all right? We don't have any evidence of any of this ever happening, and I highly doubt that my word will stand up in court. Hell, nobody knows where that place even is.
AK: Is that so? Then why do your eyes tell me differently?
Hunter hangs his head low as he attempts to ignore AK's good points. He does not have any urge to play the hero, or encourage anyone else to do so. Suddenly, there is a loud crash behind them and our two protagonists spin around looking for its proprietor. AK gets herself in a defensive position, but Hunter kicks up a nearby pipe and throws it directly into the area of the sound, wasting no time in his defense. There is a loud clang as the pipe echoes off the wall, followed by the clear screeching of a startled cat.
AK: Richard Parker?
Everyone's favorite little feline appears from behind a trash can and meows, and then looks at Hunter with a vengeful tinge in its eyes (a look that Latino knows very well). Seconds later, it turns around and runs away, giving the pair the opportunity to relax and look back out at the night life.
AK: Heh… cats. They’re all attitude and no action…
Hunter mildly chuckles, and then suddenly springs up to his feet and looks out into the night. AK notices this sudden change in mood and begins to question him, but Hunter cuts her off with a simple flick of the hand. All of this time, Hunter has been hiding this feeling of his. And now he finally realizes what it is, and he realizes what he must do.
Hunter: ...if I don't return by Genocide, tell Ginger that I vacate the title, and it can go to the winner of the Asylum.
AK: But I---
Hunter: I know what I need to do. I need to find Sarah and save her from...whatever the hell that place is. I'll find your Eric kid too. If the Smiths considered you a threat, they would have disposed of you by now, the chances are if the kid has any sort of backbone he hasn’t mentioned you at all. I don't need you to get involved in this any further.
AK: Hunter---
Hunter: And you've got Latino to think about. He loves you with all of his heart, and I'd be in some deep shit if he ever found out that something happened to you because of me.
There is a slow silence as the two think of what they must do. But this silence is soon broken by the interjecting views of AK.
AK: Well then, we’d better not take too much time and give him anything to worry about.
Hunter: Listen---
AK: Oh for heaven’s sake Hunter, you’ve seen enough movies to know what I’m on about. Double our forces and we double our chances of actually pulling this thing off… and we need all the good fortune we can get.
Hunter looks up at the sky; as corny as the argument is, he knows it’s sound.
Hunter: ...fine.
He drops his bag and opens the door to the arena and looks inside. Luckily for him, there is a stagehand standing directly to his right.
Hunter: Hey you.
Stagehand: ...what?
Hunter takes the World Title off his shoulder and hands it to the man.
Hunter: Give that to Ginger and tell him that if I'm not back by Genocide, I vacate the title and it can go to the winner of the Asylum.
Stagehand: But I---
Hunter: Just go.
And with that last phrase, Hunter slams the door shut. He grabs his bag with his right hand and looks over at AK.
Hunter: Got everything you need?
AK: “Be Prepared”… it worked in the Guides and it works now. Let’s go.
Hunter smirks, and then walks across the parking lot with AK close in tow. He finds his nearby car and pops the trunk, throws the bag inside, and slams the trunk once more. Before entering the car, however, he looks at AK once more.
Hunter: Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?
AK gives him a sideways glance with a half-smile.
AK: I’m a woman, I’m never sure about anything. So drive before our sanity returns.
Hunter shrugs and enters the car, AK entering on the other side and sitting next to him. The car begins to pull out just as the thought hits both of them...they really are doing this. But Hunter does not feel as fazed, as he knows exactly what he is fighting for. The image of Sarah Smith is stuck with him throughout the entire car ride, as he does not forget anything easily. He and AK are both willing to do anything to save the people they care about. Anything.
This is going to be one hell of a road trip.
Fade to Black
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Mar 20, 2006 17:30:18 GMT -5
ON TO GENOCIDE!
Great show peeps
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Mar 20, 2006 17:31:03 GMT -5
Great show everybody!
Heh RDK ate glass!
BK how dare you question AK's smoothies?!?
Holo, destory Pred at Asylum
Gasp I understand the ASylum now!
Anyways great show all, can't wait for Genocide. Remember...
Send your spots and all other general things to Atomic Kitsune....
Or die!
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Post by The Senator on Mar 20, 2006 17:31:21 GMT -5
It's time for another installment of...[glow=red,2,300]The Senator's Moment of the Show![/glow]
Security actually is...effective for once!!! Awesome show, and the perfect build for Genocide, in my opinion.
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Post by hunter on Mar 20, 2006 17:31:44 GMT -5
Awesome show. Genocide, here we come.  |
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