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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:38:44 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Jin) Both men lock up early on and it is obvious Flamingo pushing Rattle back the most. Rattle quickly goes behind and unleashes a flurry of punches and a knee before laying out Adrian with a shoulder block. Rattle keeps on the attack but Flamingo still gets in some offense like some Japanese arm drags and some strikes. Rattle tries for the chokeslam but Flamingo pushes him down into the corner and hits a big A.D.H.Knee, getting on the attack. Flamingo keeps at it with a springboard axe handle but he only gets a two count! Flamingo decides to try and lock in a cut-throat camel clutch, but Rattle rolls over to get a quick two. Flamingo tries to hit a head scissors but Rattle pushes him off and hits a yakuza kick then an elbow drop. Rattle starts to lift Adrian up, but Mickie distracts the ref so Adrian pokes Rattle in the eye before hitting a strong ghost buster! Still Rattle won't go down so Flamingo tries a Flamingo splash. rattle manages to roll out the way at the last second and hit a full nelson slam to keep Flamingo down. Rattle keeps on Flamingo until Adrian hits a low blow and a quick 1979 Flamingo Special! Flamingo crawls over and gets the three count, to the distress of the crowd! -------------------------------------------- Segment: A Matter of Life and Death (Credit: Hunter / Jake) As we return from the commercial break, we instantly come upon a scene that is slowly emerging as a more familiar one than before: Hunter is walking down the hallway, trench coat and sunglasses on, his World Championship still missing. He does not let this get to him, and so he continues to walk down the hallway that the fans have recently realized is the hallway leading to Ginger's office. Naturally they can only assume as to why he would want to visit the chairman, but they do not doubt that their assumptions are fairly accurate. When Hunter is a few feet away from Ginger's door, however, the door opens, and the first person to come through it is Jake Cheng. Jake stops in the middle of the hall and turns to Hunter with a raised eyebrow. Hunter stares viciously at him, ignoring Yin and Yang as they exit the room and stand on either side of their boss, closing Ginger's door behind them. At last, the silence is broken.Hunter: You shit. Jake chuckles slightly.Jake: Naturally you're far from the most clever person in the world on your bad days. Hunter: Kid, this ain't one of my bad days. You haven't seen me on my bad days. Jake: Still feeling the after effects of losing your precious title, though, I assume? Hunter: Assume again. Jake: Really? Have you finally become more than a self-centered materialistic bastard? Pause.Hunter: No. I'm just too busy thinking about how best to break your neck right now. Jake chuckles once more.Jake: I'm afraid, Hunter, that such a thing can't happen as long as I have these two--- Hunter: Lackeys by your side, yes, I know. But fear not, I will quickly dispense of them tonight and then move on to you. Jake: I doubt that. They'll beat you. And then you'll cease to be the champion. Hunter raises an eyebrow, clearly confused as to the meaning of Jake's words.Jake: What, you didn't know? Hunter: Know...what? Jake: Your match against Yin and Yang is for your ACW World Championship. Hunter: Don't bullshit me, that's impossible. Two guys can't be the champ. Jake: Well if they win, they won't be. Hunter raises an eyebrow.Jake: I will. There is a long silence, but as always, Hunter breaks it, and when he does, he does it in his own semi-patented way.Hunter: OH HELL NO. Jake: Afraid so, kid. You can ask Ginger. Hunter: With immense fucking pleasure. Jake and his bodyguards move aside and let Hunter pass through the door.---FIVE MINUTES AND THOUSANDS OF OBSCENITIES LATER--- Hunter emerges from the door. Yin and Yang are silently conversing across the hallway, while Jake nonchalantly leans against the wall directly across Ginger's now closed door. Hunter keeps his head down.Hunter: Son of a BITCH! Jake: Told you, didn't I? Hunter: I thought you said you wanted me at my best and that you wanted to beat me fair and square. Jake contemplates his words for a moment.Jake: Nah. Hunter's eyes slightly widen as he slowly shakes his head.Hunter: Fuck you! I hope you fucking die and I will take you down to fucking hell! Jake: Ladies first. Hunter scoffs and attempts a witty retort, but instead shakes his head again, deciding that Jake is simply not worth the time. After a moment of hateful staring, the two part, with Jake and his partners going up one hallway and Hunter heading down the opposite one. There will surely be hell to pay sooner than later. The longer the two of them go without fighting, the more both of them want to. Sooner than later, nothing will be able to hold them back. Sooner than later.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:39:32 GMT -5
Segment: The courage to be… yourself (Credit: Jon Taylor / AK)
As Warfare continues on its merry way, the camera cuts to the main training room. Most people are either preparing for matches, winding down from matches, or watching the feed fresh from the production room – so if you’re so inclined, show day is an excellent time to get the practice ring to yourself.
And if you’re a man like ACW’s International Champion Jon Taylor, constant testing and critical re-assessment is what your ethos is built around. The camera picks him up as he treads smoothly around the ring, moving from corner to corner, left then right. A closer look reveals that he has his eyes closed; with a hand slightly extended he repeats the movements until he can predict with accuracy precisely where he is within the boundaries of the ropes. This space is his entire world, and he understands instinctively that he must always be master of it if he is to also be master of those who come to challenge for his territory.
The footwork also serves as a cooldown from his main physical workout; his flushed skin bears witness to the intensive nature of his program. As well as being able to push himself, he also knows when to stop, and with a stretch he completes his mental map-making drill and slides out under the ropes to the outside. On a chair sits his towel, and something which is becoming increasingly rare currency in ACW at the moment; a pristine title belt, with his name on it.
At once, however, Jon sees that all is not as he would expect. At first he has the impression that someone has dumped a thick scarf or other piece of material on it – but there is no one else in the room. Getting closer, he realizes that he can see movement – whatever it is, it’s alive.
Jon walks all the way over, and at close range can make out the curved spine and soft yet pointed ears of a sleeping cat. He puts his hand on his hip, and furrows his brow.
Jon: Well… this is weird.
Slightly at a loss as to what to do, he scratches the feline behind the neck. Two emerald eyes are revealed from within the pitch black mass; they instantly get a fix which would almost warrant a “target acquired” strapline on the screen. Jon, however, just smiles benignly.
Jon: Ok, naptime’s over. Go find yourself somewhere else to sleep.
He gives the cat a push with his hand, but it remains unmoved. Sensing more impetus is required, Jon tries to pick the sable body up – but when he does so, by some trick the feline uses its claws to hold on to the leather, spreadeagling itself over the metal part of the belt. Jon is left holding both the cat and belt in the air; he shakes them both, but the cat seems to have welded itself to the gold, and makes a kind of threatening purring sound. Becoming annoyed, Jon realizes that the cat’s claws probably aren’t doing the belt much good, and he has to put the pair down before more damage is done.
Jon: What’s the matter with you, cat?
??: Richard?
The voice takes him by surprise; his first instinct is that someone’s looking for someone else, and his natural courtesy kicks in.
Jon (calling out): Sorry, there’s no Richard in here.
??: Oh, but there is. I’m sorry, the two of you haven’t been introduced…
A mere slip of a shadow precedes Alicia Laureano as she enters the training room, dressed in straightforward street clothing. She walks over to Jon, and rolls her eyes as she glances at the belt/cat fusion now resting on the ring edge.
Alicia: He seems to have some kind of magnetic attraction to this belt. I have no idea where it came from, I’ve never held this title... here, would you mind giving me a hand?
She puts her hands around the slick of cat fur, and indicates to Jon to pull the belt straps. Massaging the cat’s body around its upper limbs makes it relax just enough for Jon to prise the prize out of its grip, and he gets a jade-tinged glare for his trouble before the troublemaker miaows to be put down. Alicia deposits him on the floor, where he slinks around her legs in a manner somewhere between a white knight and a pimp.
Alicia: Jon Taylor, this is Richard Parker. I do apologise… knowing you had the belt, I should have warned you about his fixation. It nearly drove the Senator nuts – wherever he hid the strap, Parker kept finding it. One week he got back to his Illinois office and found the little sod stowed away in one of his briefing cases… and that was after he’d shredded an entire print run of Barack Obama’s campaign leaflets. I’ve always suspected he was a Republican.
Jon chuckles. As he looks at the belt, he can see that there are a series of tiny but well-worn nicks in it, now clearly identifiable as cat’s claw marks.
Jon: I’ll make sure I keep it out of reach of cat-burglars. I don’t want to have to use the Triangle on you, understand?
Parker just turns his nose up at this, and starts cleaning his paws. Alicia smiles.
Alicia: You know, I meant to find you earlier, to thank you for Thursday’s match. It’s been a while since I’ve been absolutely confident going into a contest that it would just be about the wrestling, and nothing else.
Jon: You’re welcome.
He smiles back, but as he does so, he detects a hint of something negative in Alicia’s gaze; she is looking into the middle distance.
Jon: I hope I didn’t disappoint you-
Alicia holds her hands up at once, shaking her head.
Alicia: Oh no, nothing of the sort!
She sees the meaning in the way he is looking at her. Her shoulders fall a little.
Alicia: I guess you could say I’m cross with myself. For the way it ended.
Jon scratches his head.
Jon: I don’t think I understand… I mean, you won, and you certainly didn’t cheat to do it. So what’s to regret?
Alicia sighs, and cocks her head to one side with a wry expression.
Alicia: It’s not the sort of thing I would necessarily expect you to understand… but I’ll try to explain. The EMP… it’s a fast, powerful move, designed and practiced with the intent of stopping a match dead in its tracks. It’s won me a lot of contests. But I’ve also had to use it to get out of some very nasty situations, both inside and outside of the ring…
She stretches the tendons in her right leg, feeling the strength as they become taut.
Alicia: I certainly don’t mind admitting it, you really had me up against it at the end of that match – you were about to unleash a showstopper, and I knew I had to act. So I did – without really thinking about it. It was almost automatic. It did counter your attack… but it wasn’t really wrestling, not the kind you so clearly excel at. And I regret allowing myself to hit the mental panic button.
Pushing her hair out of her face, she sits down on the ring edge, folding her arms.
Alicia: I’ll be honest with you, Jon… I love this place, and most of the people in it. But just in the last few months, I hate what it’s been slowly doing to me. I’ve started to get scared… not in the literal sense, but in a more subtle way. I fear that, if I’m not as hard-boiled as most of the people here seem to be now, I’ll get trampled by the big interests. And I can’t rely on my youth to get me out of tight scrapes…. I’m getting older, and every time I get in that ring, I put a stake in my future health and happiness on the line. That doesn’t mean I’m ready to run away, not just yet – but I do wonder if there’s any future for my type in ACW.
Jon: I can understand where you are coming from. In the past I too have wandered whether our kind is of a dying breed, since I have been in ACW this has only be reiterated by the backstabbing and the amount of people willing to cheat that I have witnessed. However, in a weird sort of way I believe it is our duty to keep a hold of our honour. You see, there are two types of people in this world, the honourable and the dishonourable. Unfortunately, it appears there are a lot of the latter kind in this company, although I understand in a way why they conduct themselves as they do it does disappoint me to see this industry evolve in this way. I mean, what happened to the days where you would shake hands with your opponent at the start of a match as if it was almost compulsory, and then give them a pat on the back at the end of the match regardless of the result? It appears the newer generation of competitors just aren't prepared to work their socks off to achieve their full potential. It is a shame really that they feel they can work their way to the top of the ladder by cutting corners here and there, I’m in no doubt that many of them have the necessary amount of talent to work their way there, but it just amazes me how many people choose the easy way out. Wrestling isn't a hobby, it is a lifestyle. You can't just turn up Monday and Thursday nights expecting to win, you have to mentally and physically prepare yourself. Yes, it may be true that many of the other people on the roster may be willing to bend the rules in their favour, they may be willing to cheat, but there is one thing that we have against them and that is the heart of a true competitor. I have dedicated my life to this lifestyle, and I am not about to let some half-assed cheater deny me of my dreams and hopes. I know in myself that I have everything I need to beat every single person I compete against, and to me that is all that matters.
A pause descends as Jon finishes speaking. They both consider their words, and after several seconds, Alicia looks up and smiles.
Alicia: You know, you’re right. I’m so glad to hear that you feel that way, Jon… maybe there’s a chance for us foolish honourable sorts to make a comeback yet.
She stands up, and Jon feels a warm haze of pleasure that his views have struck a chord. Alicia reaches down and picks up Richard Parker.
Alicia: Well, we ought to be off. One thing though, before I go – it’s entirely up to you whether you will agree with what I have to say, but you may find it useful.
She takes a second to choose her phrasing.
Alicia: You’ve got more than just skill, Jon, that much is obvious. Your talent is a rare kind – a real gift underpinned by a superb work ethic. But the thing you should beware of is allowing technique to become the be-all and end-all of your style; be careful not to let your style become dry, or arid. It needs to be nurtured, to be allowed to grow in all kinds of directions, to evolve organically. If you always keep an open mind, you’ll quickly learn how to turn around the situations which have cost you a match or two before now. Allow your virtuosity to be verdant… and there will be nothing to stand in your way. I’ll see you around.
Jon: Hmm...I guess you're right. Thanks for the advice, it has been a pleasure talking to you! I hope one day we will be able to meet in the ring once again, whether it be against each other or as a team.
She gives him a nod before turning and leaving the room. Jon takes a moment or two to take this in; he picks up his kit bag, and his belt. He runs his fingers over the little indentations, and finds himself smiling. They give the belt a character, a sense of age and history – a history which he is now more determined than ever to add to, in a truly memorable way.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:41:57 GMT -5
Reserved for Flamingo Segment
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:42:30 GMT -5
Segment: A Man Broken (credit: Hughes/Starr) ACW returns from it’s commercial break to the ringside area, the fans are eagerly anticipating the events of this evening and given what has already transpired this evening they are optimistic about the potential of tonight’s show and are no longer worrying about the cost of admission. With their attention waning and their focus drifting off elsewhere the Alphatron flickers into action as the Lights quickly blink out, and the opening chords of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom blare through the Alphatron. Strobe lights blink in time with the bass of the song, primarily in time with the drummer’s strikes. The first scream from Alexi Laiho rings loud as the primary lights begin to come back on.YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
Main lighting flickers on and off along with the guitar riffs as the intro continues for a few seconds longer before leading into the lyrics.
Don't hear, don't deem Drowning before you dive Don't care, commit To your self destruction drive
Several spotlights circle into center stage, where Andrew Starr is standing with his back to the crowd. His arms are flung outwards from his body, and head tilted up. Spinning around to face the ring, he taunts opponents and those in attendance as he makes his way to the ring.
I kiss the ground With love beyond forever Flip off the sky With bleeding fingers till I die
Starr reaches the ring by now and has rolled in. He makes his way towards Philip and beckons for Philip to hand his the microphone as the music dies down. Starr: Good evening Ladies and Gents. I came out here because the decision makers in ACW have deprived you folks of your bi-weekly dose of yours truly.Boos from the crowd. Starr: Last week, on Meltdown, you and I had a wonderful altercation backstage. It was not only entertaining to myself, but I am sure that many of the fans believe it was as well. See Jonny, THAT is entertainment. We took wrestling, and added a deeper dimension to it. We made it fun to watch... Correction, I made it fun to watch. You just complain and flipped out about your faceplate somehow was misplaced off the title. How did that happen again? Oh right, lets take a look at it again...Starr directs everyones attention to the AlphaTron as the scene from last week unfolds on the screen... [/center] [/center] Starr: Take a good look at your precious title Hughes, look at the name plate reading your name. This plate wont be on for long. In fact, let me fix this for you now.Starr looks around real quick before finding what he was looking for; a flathead screwdriver. Starr: Lets see what we can do here. Ah, here we go.Starr forces the end of the screwdriver between the faceplate and the belt, prying the plate reading 'Jonny Hughes' up from the set-in gold. After a few moments of no less then forceful prying, the faceplate pops off, flying a few feet in front of Hughes. [/i] Starr: Ah, much bett--[/quote] Suddenly, the scene cuts out and the signal changes to a feed of Jonny Hughes. Andrew Starr's cheerful demeanour has vanished back in the ring and a serious and slightly angry expression has spread across his face. Hughes: Andrew Starr…I know you’ve spent the last few days regretting what you did and I know you’ve been going crazy wondering when you’re going to get your comeuppance so I’ll put you out of your misery.Without warning Andrew Starr is struck from behind with such force that it sends him crashing to the mat, the crowd quickly diverts its attention to the events in the ring to see Jonny Hughes wailing away on his rival. It becomes clear that the video that just appeared on the Alphatron was pre-recorded as Hughes is not even wearing the same clothing fans had seen him in just a few moments ago. Hughes picks himself up from the fallen body of Andrew Starr and brushes down his suit jacket before carefully removing it and wrapping it around his hands creating a device he uses for choking Andrew Starr with great intensity. After a few seconds Hughes relinquishes the hold and drags Starr to his feet with a hand full of hair. Hughes slaps Starr hard across the face before tossing him to the outside of the ring and quickly following him out.
Hughes does not seem his usual, composed self and looks as if he is being controlled entirely by his emotions. Everything about him seems less sophisticated, his face is contorted as he snarls, his focus never shifting from his opponent, his movements are alien and are reminiscent of how an animal stalks its prey, little motion is wasted and every action seems calculated and planned meticulously, showing that some of Hughes’ common traits are still in place and that this is not some kind of secondary persona.
Hughes delivers a few stomps to the lower back of Andrew Starr before taking a few steps away from him, Hughes waits until Starr begins to slowly work his way up to his knees before charging at him and hitting a vicious knee strike to the temple that draws sharp intakes of breath from the fans at ringside. Hughes then quickly picks up Starr and turns him towards the steel steps and whips him hard into the unrelenting steel, making an almighty crashing noise in the process. Starr writhes in pain, clutching his lower back momentarily which allows Hughes to pinpoint a weakness and quickly plan his next action which he quickly initiates by dragging Starr to his feet and driving his back into the ring apron at great force. Starr lets out a restricted groan before being hoisted into the air for a powerbomb, the nearby fans get to their feet in anticipation of a sickening powerbomb to the outside, however Hughes has other plans as he raises Starr to the highest point of a powerbomb before charging at a nearby fan barricade and launching him back first into it. The sound created by this action echoes sickening through the arena, leaving all who witnessed it with a common memory to take away with them. Some fans in the arena start the customary ‘Holy Shit’ chant but are drowned out by the loud chorus of boos from the vast majority. EMT’s and Security quickly rush out to check on Andrew Starr who is lying motionless in a heap at the foot of the, now damaged, guardrail. Security quickly gets themselves in between Starr and Hughes who is now wearing a twisted grin on his face and is obviously proud of his actions, he wipes the sweat from his brow before making a beeline for Starr, pushing Security guards out of his way in the process, he pushes the EMT’s away and gets right in the face of Starr. Hughes: IS THIS GOOD ENOUGH?! DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW?! Hughes grabs the head of Andrew Starr and slowly raises his fist but before he can strike Starr he is set upon by the assorted Security guards who usher him towards the Alphatron where he stands proudly surveying his handy work as the EMT’s check on the condition of Andrew Starr as we fade to our next scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:43:44 GMT -5
Segment: Titties and Beer (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Coming back from his excellent, five-star IOTYC (interview of the year candidate), Mickey Flamingo was feeling quite proud of himself. As the scene opened, Mickey Flamingo was strutting his way down the ACW backstage pointing and winking charismatically (a la Emo Spiderman) when he turned a corner that led him straight to his and Adrian’s locker room. Mickey stopped dead in his tracks as he realized that something was amiss - those bodyguards that Gingerdude had sent to watch Adrian were missing.
Mickey: Now, where the hell did those two boys get off to?
A stillness filled the hallway and a chill ran up Mickey’s spine. Something was not right. Mickey carefully removed his sunglasses, revealing his beady eyes, and laid them down on the floor. Whomever or whatever was responsible for the bodyguards’ disappearances was still in this hallway - Mickey could feel it in his bones. A long time ago while he was hunting with his father and brothers in the woods near Coalwood, WV, a 13 year old Mickey was separated from the rest of his family. As he wandered through the mountains, he stumbled across a small wooden shack that he had heard the locals talking about. The old hag of the mountain who occupied the cabin was rumored to be a witch. Mickey’s own curiosity got him in way over his head as he knocked on the door and asked the old woman if she could help him. Sensing Mickey’s impure heart, the woman grabbed a hold of his forehead with one of her clammy, wrinkled hands and claimed she had put a curse on him. Mickey immediately fled the other direction as the woman cackled in amusement of the startled boy. Several hours later, the local forest rangers found him and returned him to his family. Mickey wasn’t ever sure if he was truly cursed or not, but he never spoke a word about it.
Mickey: Alright… whomever yew are… yew’ve got til the count of three to reveal yerself before I come find yew personally! One!
Mickey slowly removed his silver robe to reveal the black and punk tights he wore underneath them. As a native of the state that is home to the Mothman and other various paranormal creatures, Mickey was never one to question the macabre. If this was that witch’s way of coming after him, she was going to have to take him down swinging!
Mickey: Two!
He wasn’t a little man by any means. For god’s sake, he’s a state champion football player. There was no way in hell that he was going to lay down and be killed by the Jersey Devil or the Mothman or Spring-Heeled Jack or any other mythical being. As best as he saw it, his one job was to protect Addie and if that meant having to go toe-to-toe with the devil himself, then bring it!
Mickey: Thre… ooh.. Titties!
As the mighty warrior prepared to make his last stand, he noticed out of the corner of his eye an open broom closet that contained a 6-pack of Budweiser and a stack of playboy. Mickey immediately dropped his guard and made a mad dash for door and his prize before anyone noticed or claimed to be the owners. As Mickey entered the closet, however, the door slammed shut behind him and the clicking of a lock is audible. Mickey turned immediately and began banging on the door.
Mickey: Lemme out of here, gawd dammit! Whoever did this is gunna pay, I swear! Open the gawd damn do… oh, well at least I have some company. Wait a damn minute, I already got these! Hey, this ain’t bud, this is Natural Light! What kinda monster would do this to me! Help! Somebody let me outta here!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:44:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Jay Zero vs Jake Cheng (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. JAKE CHENG VS. JAY ZERO ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 30 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by the official ACW website! “We shall rebuilt it ... make it stronger!” – New look coming soon! *-
Zero Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Weight: 195 Hometown: Portland, Maine
Jake Cheng Age: 23 Height: 5'8 Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Hong Kong, China “Second to None” by Styles of Beyond hits the sound system. Riling up the fans, they instantly jump to their feet in anticipation of seeing the “Asian Extraordinaire.” They send their boos towards Jake Cheng who is making his way out from the entranceway down the ramp. He brushes them off as if they didn’t exist and then hops over the top rope into the ring where he raises both arms in the air as a show of protest toward these “ingrates.”
“Unbroken [Hotel Baby]” by Monster Magnet plays. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Cheng and Zero lock up in the middle of the ring and its Jay Z with the early advantage with a headlock into a running bulldog! Cheng hits the mat hard and Zero keeps the heat on him by knocking him right back down with dropkicks and hair yanks. It isnt until the referee gets on him for the later that Jake finally gets some offense in. With a flying back elbow he knocks Zero onto his butt and then leaps down for a SHADES OF HELMS! However at the last second Zero ducks down and Cheng’s leg goes sailing over his head! As both men rise to their feet, Zero is a second faster and that allows him to get off the HEAT BUTT! Cheng is dazed by the series of strikes and stumbles near the ropes where Zero combos with a hurricanerana! His shoulders now down on the mat, Cheng quickly finds himself on the wrong end of a pin! Reynolds leaps down and begins to make the three count but only makes it to two! Zero yanks Cheng up to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. On the bounce back, Zero ducks down for a big back drop but telegraphs it far too much! Cheng is able to put on the breaks and counters with a faceplant! MATCH MIDPOINT: During the midpoint of this match up Zero has a BLINDED FAITH wrapped on Jake and is pulling pack to apply as much press as possible! Cheng struggles to break free but is finding that Zero isn’t making it easy. Feeling as if he is going to slip into unconsciousness soon, Cheng gives one last ditch effort to break loose! Wiggling back and forth he is able to take Zero off his center of gravity. Once that’s accomplished, Cheng is able to toss Zero to his side and escape! In better position to attack Zero most certainly does so with a leg drop to the back of Jake’s head! His vision now spinning, Cheng struggles to his feet but if he knew any better he’d stay down for across the ring is Jay Zero waiting in the wings ready to strike. Finally getting vertaile, Cheng is on his feet for only a few seconds before Zero rushes in and takes him down with a Standing Zero-Sen Kick! It nails Cheng right in the chin and the former LHW champion falls! Zero smells blood and leaps on top of him for a pinfall! Reynolds gets to two before Cheng kicks out and the match continues! MATCH ENDING: During the final stages of the match Jake Cheng has come alive! Catching Zero with a well placed FLASH KICK, he takes the current champion off his game and begins wailing on him with his entire moveset! Cheng tosses Zero into the ropes and catches him on the way back with the iron claw! He then turns this into the JACKIE DROP and Zero’s back is driven into the mat by the STO! Cheng then goes to the top rope and sets up for the FINAL CHAPTER! All the wind in Zero’s lungs get driven out of out of him as the 540 leg drop connects! Cheng goes for another pinfall and is STUNNED as Zero kicks out at 2.9! The crowd comes alive as they cheer the Perfect 10's kick out! Aggravated, Cheng goes back to work. Going for it all, he sets up for the phoenix splash he calls BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS! Nailing Zero with a massive head butt for the stun, Cheng goes back to the top! He leaps off with his finisher and connects! Though Zero already kicked out of one huge move, can he kick out of another? The answer is no as Reynolds connects with the mat three times! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: JAKE CHENG!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:45:06 GMT -5
Segment: Pain, I Cant Get Enough.
Credit: A.Starr WRARGH EMT #1: Andrew, Im going to need you to hold still.[/b] Scene fades into Andrew Starr, along with three EMTs, in a PT room somewhere in the backstage area. Starr is in a lot of pain, as told vividly each time a scream resonates through the room. He is currently lying on an examination table, face down, while the EMTs attempt to give him a painkiller. That plans isnt going well unfortunately. [/i] Starr: Get. The Hell. Off me!Starr forces all three of the medical personnel off, shoving them each in different directions. Doing so, however, triggers the pain in his lower back once more, resulting in another howl of pain. Starr: YAAAAOOOOWW! Ugh, uh... Dammit Hughes, you got me good this time. *he winces in pain* But no bother, this just gives me more incentive, more reason, to make Thursdays match hell for you. Apparently, the ACW Higher-Ups thought that I needed a week off just before they surprise me with my title match. I was going to save it for a better date, but management sees different. Whatever. I'll get my hands on that title either way.At this point, the EMTs have regained their footing, and renew their attempt to giving Starr something for his back. [/i] EMT #2: Look here Starr, unless you want to have one fucked up back for the next week or so, you NEED to take this.[/b] EMT #3: And I have money on you for Thursday, I cant have you going into that match in pain.[/b] Starr: Pain? You think that Im in pain? Tossing me onto a guardrail, thats not pain. Thats more along the lines of motivation. Sure, I feel the aches from it, but that just gives me more reason to give Hughes his. And the match this Thursday you no need worry about. Now, buddy, whats your name?EMT #3: Jam--[/b] Starr: Yah, still dont care. Look here kid, you may be somewhat of a "fan" of mine, or you could just be some young medical jocky doing his job. Either way, I'm warning you now. If you come any closer to me with that painkiller, I will shove it so far down your throat, you'll be sporting a Prince Charles by morning.[/color] Either the kid knows what a Prince Charles is, or he doesnt want to find out, because he quickly backs off. He looks to his other EMT buddies and shrugs before heading out of the room. The other two follow suit, and Starr is left alone in the trainers room. After the three have left, Starr winces greatly once more before rolling into a sat up position, letting his legs dangle over the side of the table. [/i] Starr: Fuck, this shits getting old. Thursday, I'll finish him off once and for all. Im going to need to pull something out of my old arsenal, something to make him both shut up and to show him what REAL pain is. But what...Starr is left alone to think to himself, wincing in pain every now and then. The camera backs out of the door, and the camera crew closes the door, leaving Starr in the room by himself. Fade to Black End Segment.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:47:03 GMT -5
Segment: News Clippings Part 2 (Credit: TK, Senator)
Yes, ACW has provided even more snippets from the news...
Washington Post article clipping
In a scene better suited to a South American revolution, or perhaps a full blown riot, a professional wrestler took to the steps of the Capitol building in a chaotic "press conference." Reporters from a wide range of news organizations were at hand to watch the 6'7, 353 pound grappler as he set up a makeshift podium and fielded questions. Approximatly thirty of his supporters showed up as the conference continued, chanting obscene phrases, and intimidating a number of reporters, prompting the presence of D.C. police on the scene. The situation reached its peak when fifteen minutes in, Senator Steve Phillips(D-IL) made an appearence with a long policy question that went unanswered. Things quickly turned heated, as "Thunderkiss" hurled the podium at Phillips, missing, but also spurring his supporters to action as they joined in throwing debris. Capital police quickly shut down the display, sending "Thunderkiss" packing with a warning, and arresting five individuals on charges of disturbing the peace, assaulting an officer, and resisting arrest. The officer in charge, Rodney Thomason, stated "Senator Phillips did not press charges, and that is why I did not haul Thunderkiss in. However, if he should pull another stunt like this, the police force will not stand for such deliberatly reckless behavior." One bystander, Ferris McCauley, a 22-year-old Georgetown student who was part of the demonstration told reporters that "it was wild, man, and you know, Thunderkiss, he's a real man and that's what I want to see in a candidate."
CNN INTERVIEW TWO
Nicole Lapin: What is it about Thunderkiss that has you out here campaigning for him today?
“30 Something” Female Thundermanic: Oh I love him. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM. My husband and I named our two twins after him, “Thunder” and “Kiss.”
Nicole Lapin: And your total devotion to Thunderkiss doesn’t bother your husband?
“30 Something” Female Thundermanic: No it doesn’t. In fact we have an agreement if Thunderkiss ever wanted to sleep with me he’d have no problem with it.
INTERVIEW THREE
Nicole Lapin: Do you honestly believe Thunderkiss has a chance of winning the presidential election?
Professional “Business Like” Thundermaniac: Why shouldn’t Thunderkiss be President? America is looking for a hero and neither the Republicans or Democrats can give us one. TK is a true people’s champion because that’s who he stands for.
Nicole Lapin: What do you have to say to the people who claim Thunderkiss is to inexperienced and irrational to be President? Many making this claim are using what happened at his press conference last week as evidence.
Professional “Business Like” Thundermaniac: That incident showed nothing more than what’s truly wrong with America today - professional politicians. Steve Phillips falls directly into this category and knows all the little cheap tricks these people use to keep true representation out of our nation’s capitol.
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Well, that’s what the press is saying… but for the full story, there’s only one place to get your news – and it’s right here on ACW TV.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:48:51 GMT -5
Segment: “Thunderkiss Hijack: Now in High Definition!” Credit: T-Kiss [As we enter our next segment, Warfare has now entered full PPV advertisement mode which of course means our announce team has their hype meters set to “high.”] Maxwell McNally: Can you ever remember a card that had so many volatile matches gracing it Eddie? I sure don’t! “Fast” Eddie Edison: What? Maxwell McNally: Can you ever remember a card that had so many volatile matches - “Fast” Eddie Edison: What? Maxwell McNally *shouting*: I SAID, CAN - YOU - EVER - IMAGINE - “Fast” Eddie Edison *interrupting*: Sorry, I can’t hear a word you’re saying Max. Like those in the “biz” say, I seem to be experiencing technical difficulties here. [Edison will soon have company as McNally’s headset also goes out followed shortly by his monitor. Deja vu sets in. He’s seen this before, and as soon as his memories surface, he is not a happy camper.] Maxwell McNally: No! No! No! We were promised that this would not be happening anymore! ... and YOU’RE IN THE BUSINESS, EDDIE![Say goodbye to dear Eddie and Max ACW viewer, for you are about ready to enter the THUNDER ZONE!] ...BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... Thunderkiss: Relax, Thunderkiss is here. Fear not thundermaniacs for there is nothing wrong with your fancy high definition TV’s that you got for Christmas. Instead, prepare for them to be given a work out as you and your family now experience one of my famous “Thunderkiss public service announcements” in true 100% high def - unlike the rest of this show that’s broadcasted off a tightwad budget.[Just like during a newscast, a graphic pops up on the right side of the screen. It displays all six competitors who will be participating in the “biggest match in Meltdown history” this Thursday night.] Thunderkiss: So apparently on Thursday I’m going into one of the “biggest” matches in the history of Meltdown and my partners are .... two midgets. Yes, you heard me correctly, the geniuses up in booking decided to stick me with a couple of munchkins against the dream team of London, Senator and that other guy who’s name I forgot. I’m sure all you in the Kiss Army can just imagine how enthused I was when I found all of this out. [Thunderkiss rolls his eyes and shakes his head back and forth in protest and disgust.] Thunderkiss: Tiny Jack, you’re a good man but understand this - come Thursday, you just stay out of my way and let me do my work. If you want to cruise all the way to the winner circle, and I know you do, just do what countless others have done and leap onto my back, JACK! And Flamingo ... my, my, my, how long has it been since I uttered your name? Its been a while, hasn’t it? Well unfortunately it hasn’t been long enough. Take note Pinky, I don’t put up with failure. If you fail our team in the same way you failed putting BK out of the ring permanently you are I are going to have a problem friend. While you may have everyone else around here snowballed with your pseudo bad ass attitude, I see right through your little charade. [Thunderkiss pauses for a moment as he reaches over to his right and grabs a can of Thundergy. He holds it up to the camera for a few seconds while his other free hand flashes a cheesy “thumbs up.” He then quickly takes care of his parched nature and continues on with his rant.] Thunderkiss: Mmmm, tasty. Now “Dream Team,” even though you clearly have the advantage, don’t start the celebration yet. In order to win, *ONE* of you is going to have to put my shoulders down for a count of three ..something that is quite rare these days. Who among you can get the job done? Well lets see... there is The Senator who was way past his prime the last time I faced him months ago. How is this time going to be any different? The answer is its not. Then there is BK “The Cripple” London. While I have yet to test out his refurbished leg, I have no doubts that over 350 pounds of raw steel coming down upon it at the right angle will snap it two. This clearly will be the most exciting part of the match for myself for not only do I get to finish the job of an incompetent fool, I get to show him how its done at the same time. Finally, we have that other guy. Sorry, I forgot his name again but in all honesty it matters not. The moment he is left alone in the ring with me he will undoubtedly wet himself and if you dispute this, what’s a matter with you? Don’t you read the “dirt” sheets? Everything you read in italics is true, you know.[TK stops and raises his note card up to his face that has the words “The champ sucks” written on it in italics.] Thunderkiss: So fellas, the only way you’re going to win this match if all three of you team up against moi, and unless they change the rule book, that ain’t gonna happen. And with that gentlemen, I bid you a goodnight and hope you use the next two days wisely and do something constructive such as attending an autograph session. After all, you might want to get a few bucks into your wallets now because in a few short days you’ll be embarrassed so bad nobody will want your pathetic signatures anymore. ...BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... [As our screens cloud back over again, our crystal clear Thunderkiss Hijack makes way to the flat and grainy imagery known as the ACW broadcast signal! This of course holds true as long as you’re not a poor bastard and don’t have a HD TV set to call your own.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: I just can’t believe it Maxwell. Maxwell McNally: Nor can Eddie! I thought the tech team had finally fixed this situation once and for all! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Uhhhh, I’m talking about that crystal clear picture we just saw Max! Wasn’t it amazing? It was just like having Thunderkiss’ real head right in front of you! Maxwell McNally *rolling eyes*: And Lord knows we can’t do without that. “Fast” Eddie Edison: TK did bring up a good point. I do wonder myself when Gingerdude is going to get around to broadcasting us in such new and exciting technology! I know the ladies out there want a better look at my smexyness. Maxwell McNally: Smexyness? Did you just invent a new word Eddie? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Smexyness! You know... “smart” and “sexy” put together to represent someone such as myself. Maxwell McNally: Oh good God! I’ve had just about enough of you for tonight! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:49:31 GMT -5
Segment: An annoyance like a bad smell - it won’t go away. Credit: Jon Taylor
The ACW International Champion, Jon Taylor can be seen relaxing in his locker room. Although without a match tonight, Taylor is not one to sit and play with his thumbs and has still been hard at work, and has not long returned from the main training room in the ACW arena. His wet hair indicates he has just hopped out of the showers; Taylor is wearing a blue pair of tracking bottoms and a white hooded top. Taylor obviously disappointed not to be booked on the show is pacing around the room with a focused look on his face. Taylor picks up his belt which was laid over a chair in the corner of the room and exits the room. Taylor slings the belt over his shoulder and starts walking off down the corridor. He passes by a cleaner, who he almost collides with. As he turns around to see if the cleaner is ok she shoots him a dirty look, which makes Taylor turn around and carry on immediately. As Taylor approaches the main part of the building the crowd become audible from ringside, Taylor attempts to block them out from his thoughts, though he can't but help being slightly saddened at not being able to put on a show for his loyal fans. As he carries on in the direction he was heading, inside the ringside part of the arena the fans are growing louder and impatient at having to wait for the next match and some chants such as " We want Mr. Wrestling" and "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor" Taylor hears this and grows even more frustrated at not being able to out there. However, unfortunately for Taylor his night is about to grow more frustrating. As he can vaguely hear a voice in the distance shouting "Hey, Champ, wait up". As he turns round to see who it is, Taylor recognises the person immediately as one of the most annoying staff in the whole of the company; Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson. Taylor mouths "For fuck sake" as Kevin comes closer, knowing that if he just ignores him Anderson will just follow him, Taylor decides he may as well get this and over with.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Fancy seeing you here, eh champ?
Taylor sighs.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Yea...fancy that.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Well seeing as you don't got anything better to do, how about answering a few questions for The Scoop, eh?
Taylor avoids making eye contact with Anderson, and searches for an excuse to get away.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well-
Anderson like usual ignores Taylor's answer.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Good to hear. So, first of all i'd like to ask what are your thoughts on losing against Adrian Flamingo and Alicia Laureano two weeks in a row?
Taylor scratches his head, and decides he may as well get this over as quickly as possible.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
My thoughts? Well obviously im disappointed not to have won those matches, although I am more upset about the Flamingo match rather than my match with Alicia. I believe had I been in a better state of mind I would not of had the lapse of concentration which cost me the match. Thankfully, I have managed to re-focus myself, and fully believe that come Thursday I won't be losing for a third week in a row. Although I lost to Alicia last Thursday I still fully enjoyed that match. It was one of those matches where it was just about the wrestling and nothing else - much like my matches against Senator Steve previously. It was a close match with Alicia, and she was just that much better - and I respect that. I look forward to competing with or against Alicia in the future.
As Taylor finishes his sentence he runs his hand through his hair and awaits the next question from Anderson.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
On Thursday you will be defending your ACW International Championship for the second time, this time against the two-time former champion Jason Freeman, what are your thoughts on this match?
Taylor pauses before answering, he appears to be thoughtful.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well, Freeman isn't the person at the top of the list of people I'd like to defend my title against, but management call the shots around here so i'll have to just make the best of it. I believe he has the credentials to warrant a title match, I mean he is a former two time champion; however that isn't to say I am a fan of his style. Freeman is one of those people you can't trust, for example, how many times has he switched between the senatorial stable and the entourage? That man doesn't know whether he's coming or going. Regardless of his past success I believe I have his number going into this match. He doesn't really excel at any style; he just is one of those decent all around guys, nothing special by any means in my opinion. He is also extremely cocky and thinks he is better than everyone else. Personally I think this type of attitude is going to cost him in this match, and although he is one of those people who is willing to do anything to win - legal or not. I believe I have learnt enough from watching him compete to anticipate his moves before he pulls them off. I am re-focused and more determined than ever before, there is no way that I am going to let go of my belt so early into my title reign.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Well, that's all I needed. Until next time...
The words until next time send a chill down Taylor's spine. Anderson goes off the direction Taylor was originally heading, however Taylor decides it would be a better idea to return to his locker room before risking another confrontation with someone else.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:51:09 GMT -5
Segment: Have your cake and eat it too (Credit: BK/Flamingo) Adrian Flamingo finally returns to his locker room after his match with Rattlesnake, and he looks a bit exhausted. He pats the beads of sweat from his forehead with the towel slung around his shoulders before stepping to his locker room door. He stops for a second before turning the knob completely, it's like something is telling him something's a bit different. He then notices it...where's Tyrone and Bruce? The bodyguards that are supposed to be guarding him from the threat of BK London.
He quickly looks to the left.
Then to the right.Flamingo: ... Tyrone? Bruce? Adrian immediately flashes back to every single horror movie he had ever seen. Rule #1) Don't be alone. Shit. Rule #2) Don't call out anyone's name. Seeing no one in either view, he frantically slips into his locker room and shuts the door behind him. After locking it from the inside, he turns around and sighs in relief. But in his view now, withing all the darkness he sees a few candles lit on top of a rather large cake. It must've been something Mickey thought up he assumes, for he is the only one who knows his birthday, but where is Mickey?Flamingo: Mickey? Is this your idea of a joke? As he walks closer to the cake, the white and blue frosting becomes clearer with all it's designs. He finally reaches in front of the cake and reads what's written on it.
He expects a phrase such as "Happy Birthday Addie!", but he's in for a deep surprise when he reads:...SHIT HAPPENS. With that Flamingo quickly turns around and nearly runs right back into BK London, who stands with a grin on his face. As he slowly takes a step forward, Flamingo takes a step back until he's almost falls back right into the cake.BK: It sucks to be alone, huh? Sucks to have no one to protect you from life's troubles, to have no one to depend on. You see, this is exactly how I feel everyday with my wife gone and my kids gone - I have no one to depend on now - its me going up against the world head on. But you see? This is how I prefer it. There's no one to hold me back now. No one to fight for but myself, and that's exactly how I want it. No one's going to hold me back from being as ruthless as I want to be Adrian, do you get that? You must've thought it was funny to cost me a match against Libertines, huh? You must've thought it was a BLAST. But you know what? It just fuels my rage. You see right now, I can take you out just like - that - but I'm going to spare you. I'm going to wait until you're even MORE vulnerable than right now and it's going to be by my rules. And when I do - I'm going to make sure you feel the same pain that I felt at Heatwave. So enjoy your birthday Flamingo, enjoy it, because it just might be the last one you EVER had. BK stares at Flamingo once more, and he can see the fear in his eyes...and he likes it. BK makes his way out of Adrian's locker room and leaves him to his cake as the segment fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:55:11 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW World Championship Match Hunter vs Yin and Yang (Credit: FSX / Hunter for ending)
As if the general public and faceless mass of ACW fans need any more proof that the company that made Wrestling hip for Political Leaders wasn't heading toward a peek once again, they were going to get it anyway. Not in the traditional sense, mind you, but in a very serious and competitive one. With the main event only moments from starting now, those in attendance are growing more and more aware of the pure hatred that has built to it. Jake Cheng, such an unlikely evil being, had abducted ACW World Title a few short weeks ago at Winter Discontent, and has since caused Hunter bodily harm whenever able. The most of said harm may be emotional, however, as Jake has killed the one thing Hunter loves more then his brothel-like following, and Hollywood connections...THE WORLD TITLE! Hunter's undeniable anger and threats to kill Jake may be realized soon, but tonight he'll have to defend his 'gold' against the most deadly lackey's ever -- Yin and Yang!! Can he escape with his 'title', or is the end of his reign as 'champion'? Seeing that Phillip is making his way in the ring, no more time for stalling...let's get started!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman....the following match is your MAIN EVENT, and it is for the..uh..ACW World Title..?
Phillip makes a move to lean over the top rope and speak with someone at ringside regarding this, as those in attendance mumble of the awesome intensity.
Phillip: Yes, the ACW WORLD TITLE!!! Entering first...your challengers, from the Beaches of Hong Kong, weighing in at a grand total of 499 pounds....They are the most dangerous duo to ever enter a wrestling ring with no proper wrestling training, THE 14K TRIAD -- YIN AND YANG!!
The crowd doesn't show much of a reaction at first as "Second to None" by Styles of Beyond hits and the two men walk out onto the ramp, gazing menacingly at some of those in attendance as they make no motion toward the ring, just standing their for a few moments before Jake Cheng strolls out behind the two men. Should of seen that coming, as those in attendance begin to show their anger and hatred too the man that orchestrated the greatest crime in ACW history not to involve murder. It seems that he's wearing quite an overbearing trench coat this evening, for reasons likely better off not said...after all....it's quite cold in the arena tonight. Anyway, after a few more moments of generally taunting and bad mouthing those in attendance all three make their way down to ringside, with the Triad quickly rolling into the ring, and Jake quickly making sure the ring is between himself and the entrance ramp.
Phillip: And their opponent, weighing in the evening at an incredible 240 pounds....Hailing from the happiest place on earth, Rochester, NY....He is your current ACW World 'Champion', HUNTER!
Hunter doesn't receive a very positive reaction himself from a majority of those in attendance as "No Sympathy for Fools" by Behemoth hits, though many seem to at least favor him getting some revenge over another insane Asian man wrecking havoc. As he makes his way out onto the ramp, he simply glares death in the direction of Jake Cheng as he walks quite slowly...before breaking into a mad sprint and sliding into the ring! It seems quite early on he has no initial interest in the match, as he dashes past Yin and Yang and attempts a suicide dive on Jake!! This is enough to turn nearly everyone into Hunt-Happy-lunatics, if only for a day, even though he isn't quite fast enough to actually nail the maneuver and actually instead crashes into the announcers tables as the
Bell Rings.
There appears to be a look of initial shock on Jake's face as he stares at the groggy Hunter, having not expected him to be so forward and furious with his desire to murder him -- before a small smirk appears on his face as he realizes there is little to no chance that he will actually be able too. Yin and Yang simultaneously make this clear as both men roll out of the ring and stomp at the dazed, bedazzled form of Hunter well he's down. They may not be the finest tuned wrestlers after all, but they know how to put the boots to someone. After continuously and consistently stomping at his broken form, they seem to decide it's best they don't get counted out and drag the fallen form of Hunter quite forcefully back into the ring. One may question just why they had such a specific fear of being counted out, but then again...maybe they wanted to be figuratively champions!
Either way, it appears that Jake is quite happy with the work they've done so far and gives the two some words of encouragement as they continue to commence a beating the likes Hunter has never seen in 2008! Constantly stiff kicks to the ribs, several momentous stomps to the face...even a few downward jabs! There was no real doubt that in the early goings this match was all about the Triad. After another minute of this ridiculous beating, however, it seems that both of Cheng's lackeys have grown quite tired from working over the champion, and Yang drops down to go for the pin. Could this match really be so short? No. Of course not. Before he can even hook the leg of Hunter it becomes obvious the champion has already recovered, and kicks out before even a one count, much to the dismay of the ringleader at ringside. Hunter wastes little time returning to his feet, stumbling for just a moment as those in attendance wickedly chant for some sort of godlike recovery and are quickly given just what they asked for. There are certain things that Hunter has a fiery passion for, and this happens to be one of them, something that isn't very good if your a lackey.
Before this can become some sort of brutal Hallmark moment, however, Yang returns to his attack. He isn't about to let the advantage and opportunity slip away just because there dealing with an iron man! However, before he can even make a proper rush to strike him, Hunter has already lifted a knee and easily nails him in the face. The sound of his body smacking back to the ground causes Yin to turn around and spot that Hunter has actually managed a recovery..something that he can't have happen. With a look of flustered anger he leaps up on to a middle rope and attempts to springboard back at Hunter!!!....though he misses without Hunter even having to make a move to dodge him, and actually finds himself nailing a messy cross body on Yang as he returns to his feet. This situation, albeit hysterical, drives Jake in to a frenzy at ring side, swearing at his men to act cohesively and in unison..before swearing at Hunter for reasons of pure hatred. The champ doesn't take very kindly to the words, however, and walks toward him in some sort of effort to grab him! He doesn't make it close this time, however, as Jake's words seem to act as a sort of distraction -- allowing both Yin and Yang to recover and do as they were previously instructed, by rushing up and hitting a Back Suplex/Neckbreaker combination out of nowhere!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:55:58 GMT -5
They both seem to look at each other in a moment of praise, before Jake yells at the both of them to continue their assault and not allow their opponent a moment to recover. Both men nod and return to their work, quickly lifting up the form of Hunter and setting him up for some form of a modified, lifting DDT. It works like a charm as Hunter's skull and neck cramp into the mat and many in attendance boo at it's botched spectacularness. They don't seem to pay any mind to those in attendance however, as the two friends are quick this time to lift up Hunter once again and attempt to pick him apart individually. Yin makes the first move this time as he nails a few blows with his forearms and knees, hitting him with a lightning speed back and forth, before nailing him with a well placed super kick as he stumbles back. This allows Yang to catch him and hit a belly-to-back suplex, seeming to almost laugh to himself as he rolled and nailed a few knees to the small of his back. Both of the men looked to each other with a grin for a moment, before Yang rolled over the champion and once again went for the pin..
ONE!!!
TWOO!!!!
T---
But it wasn't even very close on this occasion, barely managing a two before Hunter's arm shot up and ruined yet another chance the two men had at becoming the champions. Jake seems to be quite furious that such a thing would happen, banging his fist on the apron quite a few times as both men looked to each other in a perceived shock, not sure just what they would have to do to finish off the champion and win themselves some non-existing gold! Had they remained just a bit more focused they might of been able to at least continue their assault, though that seemed to now be delayed as Hunter popped up once again and quickly hit with an Inverted Tiger Suplex. As his friend crashed to the mat, and angry Yin ran forward to try and stop the champion from gaining any sort of real momentum by hitting a short-arm lariat, though the move was quickly ducked and allowed Hunter to hit a Reverse DDT on him. With things seeming to turn in the champion's favor, it became quite obvious that Jake was self destructing at ringside, quickly making his way up onto the apron as he yelled obscenities at Hunter. With both of his lackeys down on this occasion, however, he wasn't protected by anyone as Hunter ran over and nailed a modified version of Dynamite, where the DDT involved was more of a way to hang him up and send him flying back into the guard rail.
This brought forth a laugh of the champion as he saw his nemesis writhing in pain, before groaning himself as he suddenly felt a stiff kick to the kidneys, not quite sure just what was going on as he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into the middle of the ring. Hunter looked around for a moment to try and regain his barrings, before ducking a superkick as Yin and Yang were apparently attempting to hit 'Yin to Yang' (Superkick to German Suplex). However, it simply ended up being Yang superkicked and falling backward, as Hunter waited a moment and rushed forward to nail Yin with a Killer Spear!! As both men crashed to the ground, the champion rolled onto his knees and laughed quite vocally, staring up to the rooftop for a moment before he rolled over and hooked Yin's leg..and that was the end of that.
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOO!!!!!!!
THR---Broken up!
But it seems that Hunter has yet to do enough to both men in order to get a pin on one of them as Yang lept over and shoved Hunter out of the pin just as the referee was about to count the finishing blow-three. Hunter seems to be quite shocked for the moment, before quickly getting up and readying himself for any attack. It turns out he wouldn't have to wait very long, which may be perceived as a good thing..though it really wasn't. After a split second Yang rushed over and hit a quite fluid belly-to-belly suplex on the champion this time, and it didn't stop there! A moment after his form crashed down to the mat, a quite groggy Yin stumbled up and dragged Hunter's fallen form with him, pushing him back and actually hitting the superkick on this occasion, allowing Yang to hit the german suplex and successfully pull off the team's second-most-brutal attack! As all of this was going on in the ring, it gave Jake just enough time to recover and stumble back to ringside, a wide smirk on his face as both men dragged his fallen form to the middle of the ring and dropped down with the intent to pin him. They likely would of for the win, too, but it seems that Jake got greedy...As both men lay over the champion to put an insurmountable amount of weight on him, Jake yelled at them to get off him and cause just a bit more punishment. They both stared back to their leader quite confused, before complying.
There seemed to be a quite sick expression on Jake's face as he stared on at his men slowly lifting up Hunter's fallen form, clearly not positive just what they were meant to be doing with him as they simply held him in place for a few moments and watched Jake for any further instructions. As he yelled out commands they seemed to shrug and comply, Yang taking a hold of him and sort of alley-ooping him over his shoulders, as Yin tried to deliver an RKO!!!...but unfortunately for them, Hunter had the where with all to stop the initial move and nails a swift Thunderstorm. As Yang collapses in a heap, Yin quickly returns to his feet and stares in a shock as Hunter seems to be exerting almost the last of his energy, rushing over to Yin and kicking him in the gut, only to hit him with the oddly-named Mystery Olives. As they both collapse to the mat, it quickly becomes obvious that he's exhausted and left motionless himself..all three men breathing heavily as they tried to be the first to return to their feet!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:57:26 GMT -5
Jake slams his fists repeatedly on the apron as the three men lay in the center of the ring, all in their own unique positions. Hunter is the first person to move, further infuriating Jake, and he proceeds to yell obscenities Hunter's way. Hunter ignores his foe and instead proceeds to kick at Yin and Yang as they lay on the mat. Soon, however, Yin manages to get to his feet, and he and Hunter instantly begin a series of strikes reserved for the other. Hunter gets the upper hand for a moment, but soon Yang sneaks up behind him and elbows him in the back of the head. The two men then punch him a few times until Yang grabs him around the waist. Yin takes a couple of steps back, and then charges in and hits the superkick portion of the Yin to Yang move, while Yang nails the german suplex portion for a SECOND time. Hunter flies into the mat full force, but not before his foot connects with the referee's head this time around, instantly knocking him down.
Jake Cheng does not waste a second. He throws himself into the ring with a gleeful look on his face, and he does not even wait for his bodyguards as he begins to kick wildly at Hunter. Hunter manages to push him back slightly and promptly gets to his feet, but Jake whips him into the corner, charges in, and body splashes him. When Hunter connects with the mat again, Jake likewise begins to kick away at him again. After a moment he stops only to take a breath, and then motions to the bodyguards. They come over and pick Hunter up and hold him on either side, keeping him in a state of suspended animation. Jake waits for Hunter to look at him, and when Hunter does, Jake quickly throws off his coat. Hunter's eyes widen, and likewise do the audiences when they see something they never thought they would ever see again...
The ACW World Championship.
Jake takes it off his waist and takes a few steps back, getting ready to ram it full force into Hunter's skull. The moment Jake moves, Hunter strikes, seemingly reinvigorated by the sight of his beloved title. He ducks down, causing Jake to knock out Yang, and then Hunter instantly spears Jake viciously in the gut. Jake rolls out of the ring, leaving the World Title inside. Hunter rolls out of the spear and proceeds to run into the ropes, bouncing off of them and nailing a Yakuza Kick to Yin's head. Just as Yin hits the mat, the referee turns around, and Hunter falls atop him. The audience gets to their feet as they see that Yang and Jake are lying motionlessly on either side of the ring. The referee crawls over to Hunter and Yin and proceeds to do a somewhat slower, but still very forceful count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Philip: Here is your winner...and STILL the ACW World Champion...HUNTER!!!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers as Hunter rolls of Yin. He eyes the World Title and quickly grabs it. Neither he nor anyone else in attendance knows how it managed to survive the explosion, but that is certainly a tale for another day. Hunter inspects it briefly and then hugs it, holding back tears. Although far from the most emotionally touching moment to ever appear on ACW television, the fans cheer loudly either way. Hunter raises his title high and proud (much to the referee's confusion), and then rolls out of the ring just as quick. He walks up the ramp and stops at the top of the stage. Just as he does this, Jake stirs. He looks into the ring and sees the still motionless Yin, and Yang is simply obscured from his vision. He then hatefully looks up at Hunter. When the champion sees this, he smiles and raises his title proudly, mouthing a few words to Jake. But Jake does not react. He remains perfectly still, viciously staring at Hunter.
This is far from over.
Fade to Black
End of-
Actually, wait. There’s one more twist in tonight’s tale…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 14, 2008 16:58:34 GMT -5
Closing Segment: “4 Months Later ...” Credit: T-Kiss / ?
[Another Warfare is in the books and if you’re in the Entourage you know what that means - the party is about ready to begin. Only a few last tasks remain until TK is out the door and into the limousine that Leeroy already has warmed up. Giving the entire ‘Raj locker room another once over, TK takes extra caution to ensure he avoids another “Black and White” incident. It isn’t until he is assured there are no unwanted visitors in any of the adjacent rooms and their doors are locked that he is ready to leave. With one hand on the door handle, TK flicks the lights off in the room to call it a night. However, as he pulls the door open, he is treated to quite the surprise. There standing in front of him is a very familiar face, one that he hasn’t seen in over four months.]
Thunderkiss: Anna?
[His eye doesn’t lie and indeed Anna Sommers now resides in front of him. A mixture of feelings stir within him, from joy, to curiosity and even nervousness. In the life of Thunderkiss, four months is an eternity ago and so much has changed since then.]
Anna Sommers: Hey Kiss...
[Almost on cue, Anna unfolds her arms and drops them to her side as if she was trying to communicate something to him - something important. Though he has been fixated on her face, this motion causes him to look down the rest of her body.]
Thunderkiss: Holy shit! You got FAT!
Anna Sommers: TK ... I’m pregnant.
[Silence, and then - ]
Thunderkiss: I don’t know this bitch!
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Oh, Mr. Kiss, what have you got yourself into this time?
It suffices to say that things are getting extremely heated in ACW… join us for Meltdown, when the action will be hotter still…
Re-Fade to black.
End of Show.
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