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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:06:30 GMT -5
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Jay Basin vs Rayne Iwashita
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Marcus Curtis vs Gary
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VorteX vs Brimstone
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Starkweather vs Kudo Yasuda
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8-Man Tag Team Match BK, Jake, AK, and Latino vs Rattlesnake, Scott Andrews, Jason Freeman, and Jay Zero
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:06:56 GMT -5
Segment - A Momentous Occasion (Credit: Vortex)
The camera pans into a wide shot of the ACW arena, where fans eagerly anticipate the coming action and show this by eagerly talking amongst themselves or holding up various multi-colored signs. This anticipation emanating from the crowd seems to grow exponentially as the lights dim and the arena seems to be devoid of color. Slowly “Faint” by Linkin Park begins to play over the speakers while grayish smoke begins to fill the arena.
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact That everybody can see these scars
Vortex walks out onto the stage with his signature ladder over one shoulder. He is dressed in his normal outfit consisting of a black shaolin style hat, trench coat, black shirt, blue jeans and black fingerless gloves.
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you To just believe this is real So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got
Vortex walks down the ramp as the music rises in volume and the arena tension grows just a tad bit more. Various fans reach out to Vortex; the ACW security stands firm however guarding against any rail jumpers. Vortex reaches the arena stairs and stops for a moment with his foot on the bottom step, the music continues to play.
I can't feel the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal this damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
Vortex ascends the steps and places his ladder in the corner of the ring before stepping in himself. Vortex walks over to the side of the ring and picks up a microphone before coming back to the center.
Vortex: Cut the music.
This statement seems to have some significant impact on the mood in the arena, which seems to have lightened since the crowd is cheering quite loudly at this point. The music fades out and the roar of the crowd can be heard ever clearer.
Vortex: I’ve said before that I dislike coming down to the ring, that I would rather conduct my promo’s elsewhere. This time is different; no other way can I successfully get my message across.
The roar from the crowd seems to have died down some, certain fans actually seem to be listening to the words coming out of Vortex’s mouth, and others are growing a little restless.
Vortex: Look, I’ve won in this ring, and lost in this ring…however I never really did make a proper connection with you fans. I’m down here tonight to make it abundantly clear to where I stand. As you well know, tonight I am about to stare into the abyss, by facing the man simply known as Brimstone.
This generates a large pop from the crowd, creating a deafening wave of sounds and various chants from the crowd. The sense of tension has risen again, sitting just above the crowd like a loaded spring.
Vortex: Brimstone is obviously not a man to be trifled with; the laundry list of victims that have fallen to his trademark moves goes on. Names like Adrian Flamingo, Nick Durden, Jason Freeman, and Jake Cheng…have all fallen in Brimstone’s wake. I refuse to be like these however, I will not walk away from the cataclysm that is to befall me…I will walk into it with a smile.
The spring snaps as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. The sound is deafening, akin to standing next to a large speaker blasting sound out of it. The crowd begins to calm a bit as Vortex goes to speak again.
Vortex: One thing I haven’t felt in a while is momentum. My win last week gave me confidence, however only by taking out a man of Brimstone’s caliber can get me the momentum I need going into Fallen Heroes. Those who have actually beaten Brimstone are quite few in number…so as you can all see the task ahead of me is similar to jumping on thin ice. Some would say it’s suicidal, some would say it’s madness….
The crowd quiets even more at this pause, certain fans actually seem to be expecting a “this is Sparta” joke…but not many are prepared for the next statement.
Vortex: But I don’t give a DAMN what some may say!
The arena explodes again into a cacophony of sound, the noise reverberating off of the walls, against the ceiling, and throughout the depths of the arena, creating a bubble of thunderous noise.
Vortex: I am sick and tired of not making an impact around this place, quite frankly I’m going for glory. Brimstone, the battle between you and I is not going to be about gold, rather one of figurative David vs. Goliath proportions. Even if I lose, dare I say it, I will have lost to one hell of an opponent. I haven’t felt such anticipation in a long time; in fact I haven’t felt this way about a matter since I back flipped off of that garage roof so many years ago. Brimstone…you may put me through hell. But trial by fire is the ONLY way I walk!
Hear me out now You're gonna listen to me like it or not Right now, hear me out now You're gonna listen to me like it or not Right now
Vortex simply drops the microphone as “Faint” begins to blare from the speakers again. Vortex walks over to the corner of the ring, exits to the apron, picks up his ladder and goes descends the stairs. The crowd is still going insane; the fans cannot wait to see what this battle has in store. Brimstone may be a fearsome opponent, but it looks as if nothing can back Vortex down.
I can't feel the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
I can't feel the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal this damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
Vortex walks up the ramp, and stops at the top. With his back turned to the crowd he raises one arm in the sky…pausing for a moment like this before exiting to the back.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:07:16 GMT -5
Segment: "Declaration" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The show shifts to Rattlesnake pacing around in the back. No one has really heard from him over the past few weeks. Whether or not he's actually had anything to say is anyone's guess. But it's time he stepped out and said something.
Over the past few weeks, everyone's been talking about Fallen Heroes and Main Eventing Omega Effect III. Only one person will have the distinct honor of reaching that main event from Fallen Heroes. Two years ago it was Wyvern. Last year Hunter and Latino tied and in a tie-breaker match, Latino checked himself into the main event. So who will win the third annual Fallen Heroes Battle Royale?
Two months ago, Rattlesnake was in the Bloody Valentine main event for the ACW World Championship. The title was within his grasps and it slipped away. That's not about to happen again. The next time he steps in the ring with the World Champion, there will be a title change taking place. The best place for that is, of course, Omega Effect III...and for that to happen, Rattlesnake has to outlast 29 other individuals.
Rattlesnake: Everyone has Omega Effect on their mind. They want to be in the World Championship match. They want to prove to everyone that they can be a World Champion. They want to shout it from the highest mountaintop and hear it echo in the lowest valley.
Rattlesnake laughs for a minute. That smirk on his face turns serious.
Rattlesnake: But truth be told, they won't be able to do it. Especially not at the biggest event in ACW history. Try as they might, they'll fail miserably. And why is that? Because they just don't have it within themselves to be a World Champion.
He pauses like someone asks him a question.
Rattlesnake: "But what about the former World Champions in the match? Don't they pose the biggest threat?" An interesting thing that seems to be on everyone's mind too. Just how all of the former World Champions will fare out in the big match.
He leans in and whispers.
Rattlesnake: I know what happens. Let me fill you all in on a little secret. Come closer.
The camera moves closer to Rattlesnake as he pops his neck.
Rattlesnake: THEY WON'T WIN!!
The camera swiftly moves away.
Rattlesnake: The truth is that even though they would want to be in the Omega Effect Main Event, they just don't want it enough. They've been at the top. They know how it feels. Unfortunately, for them, the insatiable hunger than everyone else has will deny them on that win they so desire. As for the remainder of competitors that will be in the ring, I stand there too. I'm not as cocky as I was a year ago. I'm not the rookie that's gotten himself into a situation that he can't escape from. Care to know who I am?
He knows everyone is waiting for that obligatory "I'm the Rattlesnake, bitch" tag line that everyone seems to be ripping off nowadays, but they won't get it.
Rattlesnake: I'll tell you who I am. I'm Rattlesnake and by god, I'm going to be the next ACW World Heavyweight Champion. And there's not a thing anyone can say or do about it.
He clears his throat.
Rattlesnake: So to everyone else that feels they have a chance of winning, forget about it. This year will be the Year of the Snake. This year, we'll see the Vision of Greatness rise to new heights. This year "greatness personified" will give the World Championship more prestige. Just you wait and see.
Rattlesnake walks off as the scene fades to black.
Fade Out
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:07:31 GMT -5
Segment: No Forgiving Tonight (Credit: BK)
As the scene fades in from black, we are brought to a shot of BK London pulling up the straps on his tights, recieving a good pop from the crowd in the process. He looks extremely focused as he continues preparing for his match tonight - but one questions is it for his match tonight or his situation with Jake.
After the fallout of the tag team match last week on Meltdown, BK doesn't seem to be in the forgiving mood this time. And why should he? After all, if Jake did what he said, he wouldn't have been in that problem. He continues to punch the air, training hard for his match - but he is interrupted by a well known backstage correspondant.
Kevin Anderson steps into the shot, with the mic in his hand and taps BK London on his shoulder. BK quickly turns around and stares at Kevin with a grimacing look, a look that sends chills down the interviewer's spine.
Kevin: Umm...BK sir, can I get an interview with you?
BK: I don't know, can you?
Kevin: Excuse my language, MAY I get an interview with you?
BK: No.
BK London looks to make his way out of his locker room, but Kevin blocks him at the pass. Why does he do this? Not even he knows. But he's determined to get his interview.
Kevin: But don't you think the public deserves to know what's going on between Jake and yourself?
BK: You want to know what's going on between Jake and myself? Ask Jake. I have nothing to say to the public that isn't already self-evident. Now get out of my way.
BK shoves him to the side before exiting his own locker room and making his way down the corridor. Kevin leaves the room shortly after with only the mic in his hand and he doesn't look too happy with the way BK is treating him. He loosens up his tie a bit and storms down the hallway until he manages to cut BK off once again, and now he just stares at him.
Kevin: Listen alright, for the past few months, you have managed to embarass me on several occasions - whether it is insulting me or kicking me in my face - and you know what I have always done after that? I have always just simply brushed it off because I have a job to do, but when you prevent me from doing my job - that's when I get angry. So listen, you are going to answer my questions alright, or this is going to turn into one hell of a fight!
BK stares at at Kevin in shock, he has never spoken back to him like this before.
BK: Fine, what do you want?
Kevin: Finally, well concerning what happened last week on the ending of Meltdown - have you forgave Jake for what he did to you?
BK: Forgive him? I gave him one simple order, ONE measly thing to do in the match - and he couldn't even get that done right. All of a sudden, Jake thinks he is the next best thing in ACW and he takes things into his own hands, trying to take on the No.1 Contender and the ACW Champion at the same time, and I should forgive him for that? As far as I am concerned, tonight, Jake better do things right - or do nothing at all.
Kevin: And what does this mean for your alliance at Fallen Heroes?
BK: I guess we'll know by the end of the night. Now I have to continue training, this interview is over.
BK walks off screen as Kevin stands there with the mic in his hand. Seconds later, the former ACW Champion makes his way back on camera and he grabs Kevin by his collar and throws him into the wall.
BK: And if you ever...EVER...raise your voice at me again. I'm going to kick your teeth, so far down your throat that you are going to chew your ass out for fucking with me. Got it? Good.
BK releases Kevin and walks off camera as the scene fades out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:07:50 GMT -5
Match 1: Jay Basin vs. Rayne Iwashita (Credit: Hunter)
Being the first competitors of the night, both wrestlers knew full well that they had to get the fans hyped up, and this they did indeed, starting things out with a bang after Rayne delivered a kick to the side of Basin's head, clearly kicking out the thought, "Woman? PFFT!" Assuming he had it, anyways. The moment after recovering from the stiff kick, he blocked another kick and lifted Rayne up, slamming her back down easily with a well delivered scoop slam. Considering her low weight and his epic strength, he had enough reason to cover her for a pin, but she was able to kick out, despite the obvious pain that it inflicted upon her. She recovered slowly, being forced to duck under a few of Basin's strikes, until eventually she is able to knee him in the gut and deliver a spinning side kick to his chest, bringing the big man down. But it wasn't enough to keep him down, as he was able to recover soon after that.
Rayne realized that it would take much more effort to bring Basin down, and so she let loose a series of kicks to his midsection before attempting her step up enziguri...but unfortunately to mass failure, as Basin was able to lift her up and viciously powerbomb her before covering. To his surprise, and likely everyone else's, she is able to kick out before the two. He lifts her up and attempts a suplex, but she is able to flip over him, knock his legs from underneath him, and then is able to run up to the turnbuckle, leap on, leap off, and is finally able to nail Basin with a terrific Moonsault Double Stomp, much to the pleasure of the fans. She covers, but to their displeasure, Basin is able to kick out. Clearly knowing where the fans stand, an obviously irritated Basin proceeds to knock Rayne down with a Yakuza Kick, but when he tries to cover her, she viciously headbutts him, giving her the opportunity to rise.
The two proceeded to exchange strikes and slams (the latter of which primarily came from Basin) for a few moments, before things really picked up again, following a successful step up enziguri from Rayne, which got her THIS close to a three count, yet again to the displeasure of the fans. She really began busting out everything they she could come up with, until her mini-momentum was brought down following a clothesline from Basin, who attempted to spinebuster her later, and succeeded. After kicking out once more, Rayne took advantage of the disgruntled behemoth and kicked him in the ribs and leaped onto his shoulders for a hurracanrana...which, unfortunately for her, was a mistake, as Basin was able to throw her onto his shoulders and deliver a powerful Basin Slam, which clearly kept her down for the three count. Long after a victorious Basin left the ring, the fans rose to applaud Rayne's efforts, much to her surprise and later enjoyment.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:08:15 GMT -5
Segment: Zero Friction (Credit: Zero) We open backstage to find Chairman Gingerdude walking down the hallway all dressed up nice. He nods his head at a couple of crew workers but nearly gets trampled over by Jay Zero, coming from the side of him. Ginger barely sidesteps and Jay begins to back him up into a wall. Even from backstage, the boos can be heard very clearly. [/center] Ginger: What the bloody hell are you doing, Jay?! Zero: Heh, what am I doing Ging? It’s more like what the bloody hell are YOU doing, Guv-nah! [/color] Ginger: What’s up with you? You’re acting like a leech just got into your knickers or something! Zero: It was YOU that said to go out and make an impact, so I did! I was so god damn impactful, everywhere I walked, an impact was made, every time I breathed an impact was made, and every time I swung that steel chair into Anthony Kalb’s skull, I made an even bigger impact. Now, you go and book me in an eight man tag team match, WITH the Senatorial Stable?! [/color] Ginger: Hey, Hey! I said to find an alternative to keep your momentum going, not to make an indent in Kalb’s head. You chose that path yourself, my friend! Zero: That’s not the point right now Ging! The fact of the matter is, I have to go out to the ring tonight, and team up with three guys that all have each others back - - But after what I did to Kalb, how the hell am I supposed to know if they got mine? [/color] Ginger: Look, Jay. Just because I’m the chairman of this place doesn’t mean I can solve your life problems for you. So here’s my advice to you, turn around and deal with it yourself. Jay looks at the Chairman with a look of confusion. He spins around to run right into the chest of Anthony Kalb. Zero stumbles back, not expecting anything of this nature as cheers all the way out from the arena can be heard. Zero licks his lips and Ginger can be seen sneaking past Zero and walking off camera. The camera gets a nice shot of a patch covering up a certain area on Kalbs forehead while the stare down continues. [/center] Zero: What do you want? [/color] Kalb doesn’t speak at all. He just stares into the eyes, releasing barrels of intimidation into the body of Jay Zero. [/center] Zero: Come on, speak boy! What, did I damage your vocal cords as well? [/color] Kalb: Just stop talking, Jay. You may not know, but in a flash, I could give you a pretty little patch like this on your forehead, AND more. Zero looks a bit concerned for his well being, and looks back to find Ginger missing. He has no choice but to turn back and face Kalb. [/center] Kalb: Now listen up you little puke, I don’t know who you think you are, prancing on in here like you’re the cream of the crop. But I got news for you, bud - - you better learn some respect and start watching your back around here, cause you’re not making too many friends from what I can see. So if you think that this is going to be an easy game of luck and draw, you’re mistaken. You may think that going around, denting skulls with chairs is making an impact, but I call it a rookie’s mistake. Unless you clean up your act, you’re going to end up just like your last name; a Zero. He finally stops and there is sort of calmness in the air…… [/center] Zero: Well Anthony, after hearing that……Sorry. - - Really, I really am. But ummm…. [/color] Zero doesn’t look too sincere, having a smirk on his face. As he talks, he kind of rotates over so he’s not caught between Kalb and the wall. He begins to back up, out of arms length from Kalb. [/center] Zero: …..My name may be Zero, but when it comes down to it….I’m nothing but a Perfect Ten! [/color] He sort of hops back a few steps, before spinning around and walking off with an extra kick in his step. Kalb just stares off, wondering is Zero had listened to a single thing that he had just said. Zero just continues down the hallway and is seen running his hand through his hair a few times. Kalb begins to shake his head and he walks off camera as the shot begins to fade. End [/center]
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:08:32 GMT -5
Segment: Down and Out (Credit: BK)
As we return from commercials, BK London still continues to stretch for his main event match tonight against The Senatorial Stable and Jay Zero. After talking to Kevin, he thought it would be best not to step outside until the match - so that he could finish up preparing. But he hears a knock on the door which throws everything off.
BK: *sigh* Come on.
The door can be heard opening, but no one knows who has entered the room at this point. BK looks up off screen, and he is a bit taken back by what he sees. And quickly, his facial expression changes from surprised to a bit angry.
BK: What are YOU doing here?
??: The question is...what are YOU doing here?
Latino walks right on camera, right into the face of BK London, as they engage in a brief staredown. These men have a long history with each other, trading wins and losses all over the world.
BK: What do you mean what I am doing here? This is MY locker room. What are YOU doing here?
Latino: ....you've got a point. But nevermind that, listen, you and Jake have to patch things up before the big main event tonight. Because if you two DON'T work together, the other team is going to tear us apart - limb from limb.
BK: I really doubt that. As long as he does what he's supposed to do, we'll be just fine.
Latino: Do what he's supposed to do? What exactly does that mea-
A crew worker barges in the locker room, and in the conversation, cutting Latino off in the process and rushes over to BK - nearly out of breath.
Crew Worker: BK! BK! Jake...he's in real bad shape.
BK: What?! Where is he?!
Crew Worker: He's just down the hall, come on!
All three of them waste no time rushing out of the room and turn the corner. The shot is very shaky as the camera man is racing behind them to find Jake and we can already see blood leaking from around the corner. BK comes to a full stop, and he pauses for a second - taking a look at this whole picture. Once the camera gets around, we finally see the shot of Jake slumped in the corner as blood rushes from his forehead.
BK pushes past the EMTs and attempts to get Jake back up.
BK: Jake! Jake! Wake up man! Come on Jake!
They begin to pull back BK so the doctors can work on him, and he tries to fight his way through but the crew workers backstage restrain him a bit.
BK: NO! LET ME GO!
Latino: BK! Calm down man!
BK: Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! My best friend was just attacked, and you want me to calm down?
BK tears his way through the crew workers and returns to Jake, and picks him up from the back of his head.
BK: Jake man, who did this to you?
Jake: I...I...don't know, they came from...they came from behind..
BK: Dammit, must've been one of those assholes from the match tonight. I'LL KILL THEM!
BK turns his head.
BK: You! Make sure he's good to go by Fallen Heroes. I've got some business to take care off.
BK rises up and makes his way down the hallway, what does he have in mind? Well it can't be good for any of his opponents in his match later that night.
Fade Out
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:09:32 GMT -5
Segment: Breakfast in America (Credit: Hunter)
I don't think I've ever had an urge to stand on a table, raise my gun, and yell "nobody move, this is a robbery!" more than I have right now. The odds of having two sly talking gangsters eating breakfast in a beat down old diner in Los Angeles are not very high...and yet, here we are. Although neither of our names are Pumpkin, or Ringo for that matter, and neither of us is a woman...I hope. Regardless, I've found that breakfast in diners is actually quite fun. The fact remains that making one's own breakfast, or any meal, is not really fun. So it's easier to have someone do it for you. And I've also found that small diners have the best goddamn coffee you'll ever drink. And yet again my thesis has been proved true. We haven't even gotten our plates yet and I'm already more than halfway done with my cup.
I can see Tom looking at me strangely from the corner of his left eye (his right eye is busy scanning the newspaper in his hands). Clearly he finds it odd that a human can actually drink the majority of a boiling cup of coffee in only a few minutes. I try to maintain my cool, but to say that my mouth is burning would be an understatement. The reason we're silent at the moment is because it's sort of an unspoken rule in the organized crime world: if you're in a small restaurant, don't talk before you get the food; if you're in a big restaurant, you better be in the middle of a conversation the moment you enter. I know that it makes absolutely no sense, I've always felt that way about it. But you don't spit in the face of tradition, regardless of how little it makes sense. All we as people have are our traditions, our rituals, and our ways. We don't really need anything else.
Waitress: Omelet?
I snap out of my little trance and look up at the waitress before us. She's dressed in your general waitress garb, and she looks like she's barely twenty. I never really did figure out why this job was so popular with girls her age. You don't get much money or much respect. And if you get neither of those, what's the point of working?
Tom: It's his.
I look at him with a slightly raised eyebrow, but he's back to reading his newspaper. I likely just zoned out again, and for much longer than usual. She puts down the omelet before me, and then puts down a plate of pancakes before Tom, and then leaves slowly. I watch her go, and then turn to Tom.
I---
Tom: Stop doing that.
I pause for a second as he folds up his newspaper and places it to his side.
Zoning out? I can't really help it.
Tom: No, staring at ass.
What's wrong with staring at ass?
Tom: There's nothing wrong with staring at ass, but there's definitely something wrong with staring at young ass. Wait a few more years; at least then you'll get a slap instead of handcuffs.
I snicker slightly as he digs into his pancakes. He always has the pancakes, and I always have the omelet. Like I said...rituals.
So, anyways...break it down for me.
Tom: Let me eat.
I try to speak, but no words come out. How's that for spitting in the face of tradition?
But...I need to know.
Tom: Know what?
What has James been up to? Is he still in the same house? Who are his bodyguards? You know...all that.
Tom: Let me eat first, and then we'll get to that.
Pause.
No.
He looks up at me with a "don't argue with me" look, but I simply stare back. Let's hope he's not that good at reading people. Eventually he rolls his eyes and sighs.
Tom: I haven't enjoyed a peaceful meal in ages. It's always "kill him" or "do this." It's enough to piss anyone enough.
I haven't been pissed off at it.
Tom: That's because you were the one talking; you never really had to listen to your shit.
Pause. And then we both laugh. I kind of hate it when he tries to make me look like a fool, but I'll be perfectly honest when I say that it still brings some much needed light-hearted relief from all of this shit.
Tom: Okay, fine: it's the same building, and the same bodyguards, sans Petey.
Ah damn.
Tom: ...what?
I was looking forward to slaying me another Petey.
Pause.
Tom: Right then. Well, someone beat you to it. He fucked up sort of in the way that you did.
So he's really dead in the way I should be dead?
Tom: And for virtually the same reason, yes. Truth is, not much has changed since you've been gone. I know it's been...what...a year and a half?
Roughly.
Tom: Well we didn't gain any more than we already have, and we didn't lose anything we needed. So we're really in the same state that you left us.
Good. And you?
Tom: I sort of inherited your position, which is good, since I can get close to James, just like how you wanted the plan to go.
Excellent. Are there any weapons that won't work?
Tom: Why would there be weapons that won't work?
James talked about installing metal detectors a while back.
Tom: No, he never did that. Everything's fair game. I'm pretty sure that all that'll happen is I enter, dust off the first batch of bodyguards, and you follow me and take out the rest. Silencers and blades will suffice.
Fine, fine. So you're sure it's easy for you to get close to him?
Tom: Like I said, we've gotten closer lately. He thinks that when I went to you, I went for some sort of mini-business trip. Just get me a briefcase that looks like it's filled with cocaine and we'll be all set.
I thought James stayed away from that stuff.
Tom: He did...until he figured out that it was worth a shit load more than guns.
I chuckle briefly.
Tom: When are we doing it?
Tomorrow, I suppose.
He nods slowly, and then smiles before finally returning to his pancakes.
Tom: So...this is it.
I look down at my own plate, which has yet to be touched. I'm not really cheery, nor am I completely fearless. The prospect of killing him still kind of scares me. But I know it has to be done. Like I said, though...it's still kind of hard to believe.
...yeah. This is it.
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He groans audibly, to the point where if someone were outside in the hall, they more than likely heard him. But that's not much of his concern. He's more concerned about all of these things he has been seeing lately. He tried not to care for a while, but it clearly didn't work. The fact that all of these dreams or visions are very enigmatic doesn't help him much. He sighs once more, and then throws on his cloak before exiting the room. He knows that there is still an important truth to all of the things he has experienced and that he has seen, but he doesn't really want to believe it. However, he still believes that it's not difficult to lose the past; it's just difficult to find it again.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:10:09 GMT -5
Match 2: Marcus Curtis vs. Gary (Credit: Kudo)
ACW cameras pan the arena around at the fans when “Loser” by Beck hits the speakers and a Fallout fan favorite, Gary, runs out into view striking several poses before charging down into the ring. The fans give him an extra pop as he raises his arm up into the air. The entrance is rather plain, but Gary’s childlike charisma makes up for it. In contrast, the arena lighting begins to die down and small spotlights flash in time with a drum beat, as the new music track mixes into Dream Shatterer and the main music crescendo kicks in a red coloured pyro erupts from the entrance ramp and the arena lighting kicks back into play. As the pyro bursts Curtis walks from the entrance ramp with a menacing intent, he casually slaps the hands of a few fans at ring side before training his eyes on the ring. He swiftly walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring, he then climbs onto the middle rope in the center of the ring and makes a cut-throat gesture, he then poses on the opposite ropes and sits in his corner awaiting the bell.
The referee checks on both men and then signals for the bell.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Gary immediately goes for a first move clothesline, but Curtis is a little too advanced for that as he easily drops Gary down with a drop toe hold. Gary falls flat on his face, and Marcus challenges him to get back to his feet. He does so, and tries for the clothesline again but Marcus ducks it, but Gary immediately grabs Marcus’ arm and takes him down with a quick arm drag!
The crowd reacts positively to the uncharacteristic offense as Marcus can do nothing but grin. He is back up easily though and ties up with Gary, pushing him to the corner. He connects with a few toe kicks and follows it up by a chop to Gary’s chest before allowing him to fall back on the mat. Curtis pulls him back to the middle of the ring and pins, but only gets a 2 count. Curtis lifts him back up again and hooks his head and lifts Gary up for a brainbuster. Curtis holds in the air however, and the fans applaud and take pictures as Gary remains vertical for about 5 seconds. As Marcus is about to drop him down however, Gary somehow twists himself back to his feet. The crowd gasps as Gary bounces off the ropes in transition but then gets wiped out by a nasty superkick straight into the jaw! Gary’s body bounces back onto the mat as Curtis signals for the end. He lifts Gary’s body back up and sets him on top of his shoulders as he drills Gary back down with the Harambee! The move is perhaps overkill, but the 3 count was never any surer than after it.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Philip: The winner of this match, Marcus Curtis!
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:10:38 GMT -5
Segment: Fortress Of Solitude (Credit: Jake Cheng)
The segment fades in as Jake Cheng is seen walking into the ACW building wearing his suit and tie attire, carrying his gym bag over one shoulder and his pair of nunchucks over the other shoulder. Jake walks down the hallway where he sees Kevin, obviously waiting for someone. Read someone as Jake. Kevin gets up and moves toward him but Jake takes a turn down a hallway. Kevin gives chase and starts Jake. Jake looks back and begins jogging too.
Several twists and turns later, Jake jumps into a room that has his name on the door. Kevin tries to follow but the door is locked
Kevin: Jake, c’mon, let me in. I just want an interview.
Jake: Interesting, I actually thought you were going to challenge me to a game of monopoly.
Kevin: Jake, let me do my job and interview you.
Jake: What do you need to interview me for? There isn’t anything going on.
Kevin: What about this room you are in....why does it have your name on it?
Jake: It’s my new locker room.
Kevin: Why do you need another locker room, what’s wrong with the Top Draw room?
Jake gives no answer and Kevin continues to ask questions to the door of Jake’s locker room. Kevin eventually gives up and walks away. Jake peeks out the door and then shuts it again, locking himself into the fortress of solitude.
Fade Out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:11:03 GMT -5
Segment - An Opportunistic Interview (Credit: Vortex)
The camera fades into the backstage area, where Vortex can be seen walking through the hall. Kevin Anderson is waiting around the corner, hunched over, similar to how a spider might appear right before claiming its next meal.
Vortex: KEVIN!
Kevin Anderson quite literally jumps out from behind the corner, stumbling directly in front of Vortex.
Kevin: Vortex! How, how did you know I was…waiting to interview you?
Vortex halts his forward progress and looks at Kevin, a knowing look in his eyes. He sets the ladder against the wall and begins to speak.
Vortex: I can smell a reporter a mile away. Hell, your not half as bad as the media however, do you have any idea of how many of your kind swarmed to that highway when I was arrested?
Kevin: My…my type?
Vortex: Yes, your type. You very well know what I’m talking about…the investigative journalist type, the ones that just love to get the latest ‘scoop’ on the action. Apparently my impeding traffic was pretty noteworthy, as I even got a helicopter!
Vortex begins to laugh thunderously, and then comes to composure again looking at Kevin, who is quite unsure of the situation now that he lost the element of surprise.
Kevin: I’m sure it must have been quite the ordeal. Knowing you and your exceptional places to interview…well the elevator incident taught me enough about that. On a different matter however, what do you think your chances of beating Brimstone are?
Vortex: Must you ask this so early? I suppose you journalists have no idea of what tact is. Anyway, to be quite honest with you…put this in your little notebook if you want, my chances are similar to an ice cubes chance in hell.
Kevin: So what you’re saying…
Vortex: What I’m saying is I don’t stand that great of a chance. But step back for a moment; look at the opportunity I face here. Do you have any idea of the amount of buzz that will fly around this place if I can take out someone like Brimstone? Even if you look at the short term aspect of it, I can only gain personal satisfaction from taking a name like that out.
Kevin: Seizing an opportunity…
Vortex: Exactly! Others may treat you like a complete moron, but in my opinion you’re not as dumb as people paint you to be.
Kevin: …Thanks?
Vortex: As I said out there, I don’t care what people say or even care to think about what my chances are. I do know that I need to be prepared however, so that’s what I’m going to do right now.
Vortex walks past Kevin who still seems to be stunned at the last statement concerning him. Kevin shrugs it off and goes to chase down another unsuspecting person as the camera fades out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:11:21 GMT -5
Segment: "Round Three" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The whole fiasco with Cobra hasn't really appeared lately. The thing of it is that he's bound to make his presence known. With Fallen Heroes just days away, it could be the wrong time for him to appear.
Rattlesnake: It's nearly time. The one event everyone is preparing for will be here in a few days. I'm ready for it, but I don't think everyone else is.
Cobra: I'm ready for it too.
Rattlesnake: Oh hell. What do you want now?
Cobra: Oh is that any way to respond to your better half?
Rattlesnake: Better half? Better half?! Bullshit!
Cobra: It is not bullshit.
Rattlesnake: Okay. It's horseshit. In any case, why don't you smell what you're shoveling?
Cobra: You think that I would do that to you?
Rattlesnake: I wasn't born yesterday. I know exactly what you're capable of and right now, you're trying to excel where you got everyone else. It just won't work with me.
Cobra: Oh Snakey. Why must you be so hateful?
Rattlesnake: Why? Why?! WHY!?!?! I'LL TELL YOU WHY! You constantly make my life a living hell! You always try to make me feel inferior to you! You ruin everything around me! Because of you, no one trusts me. They just think I'm some fucking psycho!
Cobra laughs for a moment.
Cobra: And that's a bad thing?
Rattlesnake: I've had it. I've just had it with you.
Cobra: Oh come on. The last time you pushed me away, what good did you do?
Rattlesnake: I've gone undefeated. As I said, I don't need you.
Cobra: Undefeated in only 2 matches? That's quite an accomplishment. I never should have doubted you at all.
Rattlesnake could sense Cobra's sarcasm being laid on pretty thick.
Rattlesnake: But you know something...can I ask you for a favor?
Cobra: You want to ask me for a favor?
Rattlesnake: Yeah, I want to.
Cobra: It's about damn time. And yes, I will definitely help you out on Saturday. You will win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale with my help.
Rattlesnake: That wasn't what I was going to ask.
Cobra: Perhaps you could fill me in on what it is you want.
Rattlesnake: Well, I don't want your help. I want you to stay away on Saturday during the Battle Royale.
Cobra: You want me to stay away? You want to forfeit your trump card?
Rattlesnake: I can win it on my own. I don't need the likes of you to help me. I'm not like BK London in his quest to win by any means necessary. I'm not going to forfeit my abilities for a slight edge with a weapon or with you.
Cobra: You know what? Fine. You want to lose the match, it's your own perrogative. Just don't blame me for when you lose.
Rattlesnake: Good. Now piss off.
Cobra: Itching to get rid of me alrea-
Rattlesnake rams his own head into a wall. It's not completely the brightest idea as it hurts him too, but Cobra feels most of the effects.
Cobra: Oh son of a bit-
Rattlesnake rams his head into the same wall again and again for a total of three times. This time, Rattlesnake feels most of the effects. Rattlesnake's eyes cross as he slowly slides down the wall.
Rattlesnake: Dad, why can't I go to ballet class? Teacher says I'm a natural.
Rattlesnake's eyes cross as he falls down and passes out.
Cobra: If he thinks for one minute that I'm going to stay away, he's in for a big surprise. Saturday is going to be a lot of fun.
Cobra laughs.
This round...well, it doesn't have a winner. For the first time, Rattlesnake and Cobra get a draw.
The score is still Rattlesnake-1 Cobra-1.
Fade Out
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:11:49 GMT -5
Segment: I Know What You Did....20 Minutes Ago (Credit: Zero/BK) The scene opens up to Charlotte Anderson, standing by Jay Zero. Charlotte doesn’t look like she wants to be near him, but Kevin isn’t a very good candidate to interview the self-arrogant Zero. [/center] Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am joined by Jay Zero. Jay, what are your thoughts on the match that you’ve been placed in tonight? Zero: Well I know it’s hard to keep me from main eventing, but hey, I think they could have done a bit differently to make a little more sense. [/color] Charlotte: So you don’t like the fact that you are paired up with several Senatorial Stable members, after brutally attacking one of their own last Thursday? Zero: Exactly. If I knew that I’d be in this match on Thursday, I wouldn’t have laid out Kalb with my manly muscles and strength. [/color] Charlotte has a look on her face that kind of says “Yeah, okay!” [/center] Zero: So now, I have to go out there and try to cooperate with three guys that probably are going to look at me like I belong on the opposite team. [/color] Charlotte: So do you think that you’ll all be able to work together? Zero: Dunno….depends on what they think of me. For all I know, I may not ever even be tagged in! But in my defence, it’d sure be a big loss for them to not get the “Pure Perfection” Jay Zero into the match! Eh, Charlotte? [/color] Charlotte: Yeah, suuuure. So, onto the team that you’ll be facing tonight. What are your thoughts on them? Zero: It won’t work…..It simply, won’t work. [/color] Charlotte : And what makes you think that? Zero: Okay… One. The fact that Top Draw has been on the verge of strangling each others throats lately is a good reason. That team is just a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Now, two. The fact that BK London turned on Latino, his former partner when they were Affirmative Action creates controversy there. If anything, it seems like it’s going to be the Honeymooners taking on the four of us. [/color] Charlotte : So, you - - Charlotte is then interrupted by an oncoming, irate BK London who steps right in, glaring down into the eyes of Zero. [/center] BK: Funny that you should say all that stuff, Zero! Zero: Whoa, back the hell off, man! [/color] BK: You think you're just going to get away with attackin' my partner from behind, huh? Zero: What the hell are you talking about? If I want to beat someone down, I'm not going to do it from behind like some little pussy, I'd do it face to face![/color] BK: Well then I guess we've got something in common. Now pick a hand? Zero: Wha..[/color] And with that, a fist comes flying the way of Zero, sending him stumbling backwards into a nearby wall. Zero fires back with a right hand of his own to the jaw of BK, sending him backwards and now that both blows have been dealt out, each man goes all out. They start to pummel one another and officials race from their areas to try to pry the two apart, but Zero manages to get free and jumps right in the direction of BK.
They continue to fight, and now superstars from the back chisel these two apart, and you can see the rage in BK's eyes as the camera gets a close up on him. Jay Zero invites BK for more, and BK actually starts decking officials and superstars before taking Jay Zero down to the ground with a spear. Almost the entire locker room clears out to seperate these two.Zero: Just wait until the match London, we're going to tear you apart![/color] BK: Oh yeah, bring it on bitch! They pull Zero off screen to further seperate these two, and they finally release BK London, he stares off camera with a look of complete anger on his face.
Fade Out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:12:10 GMT -5
Match 3: Vortex vs. Brimstone (Credit: Michael)
The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena while “Faint” by Linkin Park plays. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...from near Death Valley in California...weighing in at two hundred pounds...VOOOOOORTEEEEEEEX!
As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst). Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on. Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.
“Angel of Death” hits the speakers as a single flame explodes in the center of the stage and stays alit, and no lights come on. Brimstone walks out before it wearing a large black cloak with the hood on, and he slowly extends his arms over the fire. After a few moments, he widens his arms and the fire separates on either side of him, giving him an opening to walk through. He walks down the ramp with the lights still off, having the entire scene only be lit by the flames behind him.
Phillip Jones: And his opponent...from Parts Unknown...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...“THE ANGEL OF DEATH”...BRIMSTOOOOOOOOOONE!
He enters the ring and widens his arms while facing the stage. He slowly closes his hands together, and the flames reemerge into one flame, and then that flame disappears altogether. The lights then slowly turn on, and Brimstone stands off to the side of the ring in deep concentration.
DING, DING, DING!
The action begins with a tie-up, but instead of engaging Vortex in a grappling contest, Brimstone opts to merely shove him straight back into the corner. Vortex moves in for another tie-up, only to be overpowered yet again and sent packing into corner. Vortex goes for the tie-up one more time, though this time he’s met with a toe kick from Brimstone. Brimstone follows that up with a knife-edge chop that floors Vortex. Brimstone pulls Vortex to his feet and backs him up against the corner, then attempting to choke the life out of him. Before Keiji Makabe can make the five count, Brimstone releases the illegal hold and proceeds to slap Vortex across his bare chest, following that up with a knife-edge chop. Brimstone pulls Vortex away from the corner and clubs him across the back with a forearm. Brimstone raises Vortex to his feet and whips him into the ropes, greeting him by tossing him over with a back body drop. Brimstone pulls Vortex up and whips him into the corner. Brimstone charges toward Vortex and decks him with a clothesline that forces him to drop into seated position. Brimstone follows that up by stomping onto Vortex’s chest a few times. Brimstone then runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off to bury a boot straight in Vortex’s face. Brimstone lifts Vortex to his feet and tosses him over the top rope and to the outside. Brimstone follows and pulls Vortex up, whipping him into the barricade afterward. Brimstone proceeds toward the fallen Vortex at a leisurely pace, but this would prove to be a mistake as Vortex is given adequate time to recover and begins fighting back with some punches into Brimstone’s ribs. After a thunderous right hand that sends Brimstone reeling, Vortex decks him with a shining wizard! Vortex pulls Brimstone up and whips him into the barricade. Vortex then drags Brimstone over to the turnbuckle post and rams his face into it. Vortex throws Brimstone back into the ring. As Brimstone gets to his feet again, Vortex springboards and leaps off to land a spinning wheel kick! Vortex covers.
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KICKOUT
Vortex raises Brimstone to his feet, only to ground him once more with a snap suplex. Vortex gets to his feet and lands a moonsault for another cover.
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KICKOUT
Vortex lifts Brimstone up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Brimstone counters and sends Vortex into the ropes. When Vortex bounces off, Brimstone drops into prone position, allowing Vortex to hurdle over him and continue running to the opposite ropes. When Vortex bounces off this time, Brimstone catches him in a hurricarana! Brimstone pulls Vortex to his feet and lifts him up in vertical suplex position. Brimstone then drapes Vortex’s feet on the top rope so that he’s suspended horizontally in the air before dropping backward to plant him in a DDT! Brimstone covers.
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KICKOUT
Brimstone pulls Vortex up and tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but Vortex continues to hold onto Brimstone’s hand, preventing him from continuing his trajectory. Instead, Vortex pulls himself back toward Brimstone and steps under his arm, wrenching it forward along the way. Vortex drops an elbow across the elbow of the ensared arm. Vortex then turns away from Brimstone and takes him into a three-quarter facelock. Vortex runs up the top rope and flips backward, driving Brimstone’s head into the mat with a shiranui! Vortex covers.
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KICKOUT
Vortex gets to his feet and climbs up to the top rope before soaring off with a Spiral Tap, but Brimstone moves out of the way! When Vortex makes his way to his feet again, Brimstone is right there to greet him with a leg lariat! Brimstone covers.
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Brimstone lifts Vortex to his feet and backs him into the corner. Brimstone seats Vortex onto the top rope and climbs up to join him before driving him into the mat with an Immolation from the top rope! Brimstone covers.
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KICKOUT
Brimstone raises Vortex to his feet and forces him into the corner. Yet again does Brimstone seat Vortex on the top rope, though this time, Vortex is facing away from the ring. Brimstone climbs up to the top rope, but Vortex begins fighting back by drilling some elbows back into Brimstone’s face. Vortex then shoves Brimstone backward so that he falls back down to the mat, though he manages to land on his feet. As Brimstone stumbles around in a daze, Vortex stands on the top rope and flips backward with what looks like a moonsault, but on his way down, he wraps his arm around Brimstone’s head in a front facelock and falls backward to plant him in a DDT! Vortex covers.
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Vortex pulls Brimstone up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Brimstone counters and sends Vortex into the ropes. Vortex bounces back, and Brimstone tries for a lariat. Vortex ducks under and lands a roundhouse kick to Brimstone’s knee, following that up with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Vortex runs to the ropes and bounces off, straight into a lariat from Brimstone! Brimstone climbs up to the top rope facing away from the ring and flips backward to drill his feet into Vortex’s gut with a Corpse Grinder! Brimstone covers.
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner...BRIMSTOOOOOONE!
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:12:31 GMT -5
Segment: My Commencement (Credit: Wyvern)
Did you really think there’d be no sign of Wyvern the show before Fallen Heroes? C’mon now.
The scene fades in, where Wyvern is leaning against a corner of the training ring with Tim Dwight at the opposite corner. Outside the ring lies “Dangerous” Nicholas Alger, the Fallout star. Wyvern currently is wiping sweat from his brow, from a vigorous exchange against Dwight. Rubbing his face and his nearly-formed beard, Wyvern pushes off of the corner to a standing base, where he begins to speak.
Wyvern: So, how was that Dwight?
Dwight: Good, good! You’ve definitely tuned up your arsenal for Fallen Heroes. I can safely say you’ve got a good chance in this match.
Wyvern: Thanks, I’ve been focusing on the counters, if you haven’t noticed.
Dwight: Heh, there were a few times I didn’t see counters coming, which is definitely a surprise on my end. However, I do think you need to do something else before you’re ready for Fallen Heroes.
Wyvern: What’s that? An epic training montage in Russia?
Dwight: No, no…I feel if you are truly ready to put up a good fight against the Senator for the ACW World title in his first defense, you need to test your endurance.
Wyvern: Alright, I’m game. What do you have in mind?
Dwight: You’ll be squaring off against DNA here.
Wyvern: Alright, let’s do this.
Alger climbs into the ring, where he stands side by side with Dwight.
Alger: Remember the last time we did this, Wyvern?
Wyvern: Unfortunately, yes.
Alger: Let’s see if you have truly learned anything since then.
Dwight: Now, the test of endurance is simple: You cannot use any of your signature moves.
Wyvern: So, what are you considering as my signature moves?
Dwight: No Deus Ex Machina, no double underhook piledrivers, and no flipping fameassers. You need to rely on an improvisation-based arsenal. Alger has the advantage, unless you can think on and off your feet. Are you ready?
Wyvern: Indeed. Alger, let’s see what you got!
Dwight: Alright, I’ll referee the match. Let’s fight!
Wyvern and Alger lock up immediately, with Alger surprising Wyvern from the get-go with a double leg takedown. However, Wyvern has a quick response, as he rolls backwards, while clutching Alger with his legs, and ends up on top, and nails Alger with a few forearm thrusts. He releases from the position shortly, as Alger storms up. Alger nails Wyvern with a haymaker, sending Wyvern stumbling into the ropes. Alger looks to dump him over with a clothesline, but Wyvern meets him halfway, connecting with a spear. Wyvern somersaults forward from the spear’s momentum, and runs perpendicular to the ropes he was up against, and launches into a lionsault. DNA gets his knees up, but Wyvern expected it, as Wyvern lands on his feet, as he drops down and connects with an elbow drop over DNA’s throat. This proves to be dangerous for Wyvern, as Alger grasps Wyvern’s arm, and whips him facedown over to the mat, where DNA looks to lock in the Bermuda Triangle. Wyvern moves too fast for DNA, though, as the agility of the veteran allows Wyvern to escape before DNA can lock in the submission. Wyvern makes sure to make something out of nothing, as he hits a low dropkick to the rising Alger. With Alger down on the mat, Wyvern grasps DNA’s left leg, flips forward, and locks his legs a headscissors choke on DNA, while applying an ankle lock with his arms! DNA can’t get to the ropes to break the hold, as he has to tap out! Wyvern releases the hold shortly, as he gets to his feet, breathing heavily from the exertion.
Dwight: Very well done! That hold was amazing Wyvern, however, I do think you could use that as a potential pinning attempt as well. If you can keep this level of intensity and creativity up, I really think you can give the Senator a run for his money.
Wyvern: Thanks…so, have you heard from him recently?
Dwight: He’s been extremely busy with his political duties.
Wyvern: Like always, it seems.
Alger: Holy crap, did that submission kill!
Wyvern: Thanks, I guess. Anyways, good match Alger.
Alger: You too man. Wow, you’re like a man possessed compared to what you were back in ’05.
Dwight: Indeed, your mat skills are reflecting that you know what you want, and I dare say what you know you can achieve. Anyways, Wyvern, I know I should be expecting about half the roster here today to practice for the rumble, so good luck with everything on Saturday!
Wyvern: Thanks you two, I appreciate it.
With that, Wyvern heads off, as Dwight and Alger prepare to each the finesse of lariating people over the top rope.
Can Wyvern pull out all the stops and win the title that’s eluded him for the better part of his storied three year career on Saturday? Only time will tell.
End segment.
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