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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:10:25 GMT -5
Match 3: Mr. Red vs. Andrew Starr - ACW Entertainment Championship (Credit: Jin)
Starr hammered Red a few times but Red chopped him and hit a quick eye poke before a front backbreaker. Starr kept up and beat Red with some slams and punches including a sidewalk slam. Red came right back with a swing around DDT and some flying moves but was caught in a mosh pit slam. Starr got a few two counts but Red kept at it. Soon Red hit a code red but Starr threw him away. Starr went for an Andrew starr lariet that was dodged but he pushed away from the drop of Red. Starr tried a few power moves but was caught in a British Fall DDT. Red got up but got kneed and hit with a Starr spike. Red got up and dodged a lariet but Starr hit him on the rebound! Red kicked out though! Red kept at it and even hit a code red but Starr caught him with a mosh pit slam soon after. Red was out cold as Starr pinned. No! He kicked out and was straight up with kicks and punches. Starr pulled out all the stops but eventully was brought down by a drop kick. Red climbed to the top rope but we will never know what he was going to do as Starr pulled him down into dead on impact! Red looked dead (pun very much intended) as Starr got the three.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:11:17 GMT -5
Post-match segment: Ganging up (credit: Red)
Mr. Red gets back to his feet slowly after his match with Starr. He looks for Starr but he has already left. Suddenly a figure hops the barrier of the crowd and slides into the ring. The attacker revealed as Bo Diaz blindsides Red with a clothesline to the back of the head. He stomps away as Mrs. Red screams for him to knock it off.
Suddenly another figure emerges from backstage and races down the ramp. The crowd gasps as they see Gabriel Peters slide into the ring. Gabriel forcefully pushes Bo, who sails between the ropes and out to the floor.
He walks over and looks down at the fallen Red. He positions Red near the ropes and gets ready to springboard. He bounces off the ropes and tries for his springboard moonsault. Mrs. Red reaches into the ring and pulls Mr. Red out as Peters comes back down. Peters comes up empty as Bo re-enters the ring.
The Reds stumble up the ramp as Bo spins Peters around and engages him in a staredown. After the Reds disappear behind the curtain, Peters shoves Bo angrily and leaves the ring. He backs up the ramp without taking his eyes off of Bo.
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:11:51 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn EP. 2 (Credit: Mainer)
A year removed from the events of last week… the team are now eleven and things have deteriorated somewhat… Caitlynn & Mainer have made the transition from unlikely friends to the best of friends. All is swell with these new friends and well what could possibly go wrong? Well… a lot. Today’s episode is set in the park yet again in the same place that we were last time. Not really much has changed, people have come and gone but the general cliques have remained. The Yard-Tards, the football players and the groups of cool kids and trading card geeks.
Sat in a now five-group is Danny Masterson, Jared Lakes, Aaron Mitchell & Jesse Jones. Jesse has slimmed out a little but is still pretty chunky, Aaron looks no different in the last year and Jared Lakes has filled out a little. Danny has changed to be the same as Jared and Caitlynn Dufraisne is still that timid little girl from the year before clutching onto that bear. They’re all sat in a circle from left to right, Danny, Caitlynn, Aaron, Jesse & Jared. The two doll-faced blondes that they usually hang with has up and left to go hang out with the fashion bitches leaving the guys and Caitlynn. Things are… a little more awkward then last time.
Danny and Caitlynn are talking while Jared & Jesse are gossiping to each other leaving Aaron alone to play on his Gameboy. Jared is observing the actions between Danny and Caitlynn with some degree of exhaustion. He’s sick of the two of them being constantly together feeling that Danny, his best friend has left him for a woman and this in term makes Jared feel shit. Jealousy is horrible even in adult cultures, it’s worse in kids and now Jared has finally grown the balls to make a point. He ignores a point that Jesse makes about how it’s crushing and that sort of thing but Jared wants his best friend.
Jared Lakes: Danny! Listen, this shit needs to end. We’ve put up with this crap forever now and it’s not done anything good. Why’re you still hanging out with Modest Mouse over there? It’s ruining our friendship having Caitlynn here all the time. Why can’t you just drop her and we can go back to the way things were? Doesn’t she have her own friends to hang around with?
Caitlynn’s face twists up as she hears the cutting lines of Jared.
Danny: Woah what the Hell Jared? We’re just as much friends with Caitlynn as anyone else. Where the fuck has this come from?
Jared : Danny, we’ve dealt with Caitlynn forever now and she only talks to you like some sort of creepo. Drop your little girlfriend and come and play tag for once, everytime we’ve ever tried to play a game you’ve just said “Nahh maybe next time” and that’s been going on for WAY too long Danny. You’re OUR friend not hers. Drop that little loser and come play with US for once. I’m sick of this crap.
Caitlynn explodes into tears getting up off the grass and sprinting for her tree retreat. Danny’s face gets turned into a face of Having to make a difficult decision but Danny’s decision is already made.
Aaron: Dude! We can resolve this.
Danny: Fuck you Jared, you prick! You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone that likes you you jackass!
Danny storms off following after Caitlynn without a second thought towards Jealous Jared.
Jesse: Well that went amazingly!
Jared GLARES at Jesse infuriatingly.
Jared: Oh for God’s sake Danny! WAIT!
Danny completely blanks Jared and a look of fury at the defiance thunders over his face. Danny sprints away leaving all of his friends behind him to go talk to the girl which is something that no man can’t relate to. Danny quickly leaps between the trees trying to find the clearing where Caitlynn is. He eventually finds her hunched up in a ball on the floor hiding from the rest of the world. Danny drops to one knee putting a gentle hand on her back making hushing noises as she cries into her hands. He rubs the cardigan on her back trying to calm her down. Caitlynn looks up and sees Danny looking over her and she chokes tears back long enough to get a sentence in.
Caitlynn: Wh-wh-why’re you here Danny? Sh-sh-shouldn’t you be playing with your friends?
Danny: You’re way more important then those guys… They’re just jealous because you’re so cool.
Caitlynn: But he said I was a loser!
Danny: He’s jealous, he’s just jealous because he could never have a friend as cool as you. He’s the real loser.
Danny continues to pat Caitlynn on the back reassuringly. Caitlynn continues to cry into her hands curled up in the ball. Danny moves his hand around her back in a circular motion just trying to calm her down. Suddenly, another figure through the clearing jumps through and landing there is Aaron Mitchell. He walks over to the two and sees the scene in front of him.
Aaron: Danny. Jesse wants to talk… he regrets what he just did.
Danny: And so he fucking should… tell him to go die ‘cause I’m NEVER speaking to him again.
Aaron: Bu-bu…
Danny’s rage levels spike dramatically and he snaps on Aaron aiming his face at him barking at him in an infuriating child-rage.
Danny: Just fucking do it Aaron! If you wanna be like Jared and be insanely jealous because I’ve got true friends then that’s fine. I don’t fucking need you either. Now get lost before I snap every bone in your body! You hear me? Screw off Aaron, I don’t need you, Jared or Jesse. I’VE GOT REAL FRIENDS.
Aaron without a second thought sprints away before Danny kicks his ass. Danny then goes back to reassuring his friend Caitlynn stroking her back. Caitlynn chokes back the tears realizing that she’s still got Danny.
Danny: Caitlynn… it’s OK I’m still here.
Caitlynn sniffs before looking into Danny’s bright blue eyes.
Caitlynn: Thank you.
She raises up so she’s kneeling, she then turns around and looks over at her now best friend before lunging forward wrapping her arms around Danny. The two youngsters are shown hugging in the trees in a heart-wrenching moment, the friendship becoming that much stronger even though it took the sacrifice of an older one. Danny and Caitlynn hold each other in a deep and loving embrace as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:12:19 GMT -5
Betrayal
Part Five: The When And The Where [/color] Credit: Jake Cheng[/center] Technician: Sorry Mr. Cheng, there is nothing special about this note. I’ll look over it again to just make sure, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure that there are no clues. Jake: Alright, thanks. The saddened Jake Cheng closes the cell phone on the table. The technician was right, there was no clue, Jake would have noticed. But he can’t help replay the note in his head:
Jake, Thursday, Bus #112, Get On at 10. Get Off At Stop 2 Guys Wearing A Yankees And Red Sox Hat. Come Alone.The cost is 10 mil.
That’s all it said. And Jake kept reading it over and over. He nervously looks over the bus schedule, seeing where the bus stops and ten and planning out what he needs to do Thursday. On Thursday, Jake needs to get on the bus when it stops...at the ACW arena. So that will be easy to do, not much preparation needs to be made. All I need to is plan segments better so they end up longer. Maybe I’ll just combine them...
Part Six: The Dark Side Of the Moon [/color] [/center] Where else would you hide out your illegal activities but in an abandoned warehouse? Exactly, nowhere. So in the warehouse are about six men, and one woman, Kirsten Carter. And while Kirsten sits tied to a chair, bound and gagged, but peacefully sleeping, the other six men play cards like she is not even there. So they play on, betting away their collections. A large metal door clides open and two undeterminable people walk in. Wing Yin and Lee Yang.
Wing: Bitch, wake up! But Kirsten doesn’t move a muscle. Wing walks up to her and lifts his chin up and hits her across the face. She is no longer sleep.
Wing: Good. Your boyfriend knows what to do and is bringing the money. Everything is all good, so just sit tight for a couple more days. Wing and Lee walk over the card game and pull up chairs to join in, and Kirsten rests her head to try to fall back asleep.
Fade Out OOC: I blame the shortness of my segments on homework and SSBB.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:12:51 GMT -5
Segment: "Invasion of Love - Part 4” (Credit: FSX) Tropics of ACW ISLAND! 3/1/08 Isn't it nice to feel accomplished? When you just know you've done something right and your doing the world some good with your actions! That sure is a nice feeling...WHY CAN'T FALLEN SOULS FEEL LIKE THAT?! After taking on the task of finding a sad, sad panda-- virgin someone to love a few weeks ago, or days depending on how you look at it, FSX has had nothing but trouble training him. Now I understand it may seem rude to think that a man needs training to find the right woman, but if you know Tim you know why. Despite always having the best interest in mind and sparing no expense to give Tim the proper training in the proper situations, something has always popped up to stop any possible progress. Whether it was a bad Chris Kattan impersonator, or a Sailor on ROIDS, there was always something to make sure that Tim wouldn't be ready for the month of love. But now it's too late, and March is upon us! Will Tim still make it through his date okay? Here's hoping!FSX: Alright! Now is the time for all of our training to finally get showed off! Tim: Training? Leaving me with an odd Mexican man and letting me get an erotic massage is training? FSX: Who asked you? Both Fallen and Tim seem to have different views on the situation as they stroll down the sidewalk together, arguing all the way. Tim seems unusually dressed up tonight, as he wears a quite tacky looking yellow tuxedo and holds onto dead flowers in his hand. I guess that's the best that can be done on such lengthy notice. Fallen seems to be keeping a notable distance from his protege, and you can only hope it has nothing to do with smell.FSX: It doesn't matter if you got trained properly or not anyway! Tonight is the night that you are going to meet your true love! Tim: How's that? You told me you found my date on the internet! FSX: The only place where you couldn't make a repulsive first impression! Tim: What? I don't give a bad first impression! I'm an awesome guy with first impressions! I could give the lady a compliment by comparing her to the hottest of Dead or Alive beach volleyball characters, and maybe even seduce her a bit by telling her the tale of how I bought my Street Fighter II arcade kit. 2D fighting games are the sex, after all! Fallen stops in his tracks as Tim continues to walk on, before turning back to shrug at the clearly disturbed wrestler. Fallen can only shudder and grimace for a moment, before continuing his walk.FSX: I won't even begin to tell you how many sick things are wrong with what you just said. There isn't any time for that. Your date will probably be there by now. Tim: Oh? Well, is she a hot assed candy cane of a woman? FSX: Hot assed candy cane? She's a human being, man! She wasn't made in a factory or anything! Get that through your head! Tim: I know, I know! It's just an expression. Like when people say they dig pecan pie. Just means they enjoy having sex with it. FSX: ....What?! No, it means they fucking like pie! Your a scary man! Tim simply shrugs once again as another sick shudder runs through Fallen and he comes to a stop in front of a restaurant of sorts. It appears to be quite old and decrepit, as it advertises being a five star resteraunt....with four of the stars having fallen off.Tim: What a dump. FSX: Yeah, it's just not the same place it was when Chef owned it... Tim: Who? FSX: You know, Leon Chase. The greatest chef the world will ever know. Tim: I see...well, it's still a dump now anyway. Why didn't you take me some place nice? Like an Arbys or something. FSX: Because the average meal at this place cost about thirty seven cents, and I blew most of the money I feel like spending flying us to New York for no apparent reason. That explains that. Without the name of Chef, all restaurants on ACW island are bound to failure! Tim and FSX look to each other for a moment, before Fallen holds open the door for him and the bold virgin makes his way into the building. Finally, Fallen can relax as this is out of his hands!FSX: That's the end of that problem! Hmm...it usually takes longer for things to have a happy and complete ending then this. Guess it gives me some time to relax! Yay! But before Fallen can put all of this behind him for good and escape the clutches of love, Tim makes it quite obvious that he isn't prepared enough or ready enough to do this all on his own. Frantically, he nearly leaps through the door and hugs onto Fallen's arm, shaking and whimpering softly.FSX: Er....date over already? Tim: I can't do this, Fallen! I don't know what I'm doing with a real woman! I can't go through all of this alone! Please please please don't make me fall in love with a beautiful girl! FSX: None of that makes sense to me. Stop being an idiot and go on your damn date! Tim: I can't! I'm scared! Oh boy...with a sigh, Fallen seemed to realize that his job wasn't even close to being over after all. Looking at the whimpering and quite pathetic image of Tim clutching onto him like a baby, he turned and walked into the restaurant with him clinging onto his arm and took a look around the stank and disgusting place for Tim's date.FSX: Your going to do this. I'll stay close by and make sure you don't screw up, but you have to go through this. It's time for you to become a man! Tim: But I like being a boy! It's easy and porn doesn't talk back to you! Can't I just wank for the rest of my life? FSX: Nah, then even your mother wouldn't want to touch you. Tim: How could she? I told you she's dead! FSX: Well..you know..I meant when she was alive. Tim: She wouldn't even let me touch her hand when she was on her death bed because I told her I don't wash my hands... FSX: ...Ewww. Get off me! With a bit of a struggle, Fallen pushes the clingy man away from him and stares at the arm he was clinging onto. Noting that he'd have to scrub away at it for hours later, he waved for Tim to go on to his date already.Tim: But I can't! FSX: Look, just do this one date and see how it goes! If she petrifies you and things don't work out, I'll let you be and you can go back to your pitiful life. Deal? Tim: Well..alright, as long as you stay around. FSX: Ok. Now all we have to do is find your date. Taking a quick look around the restaurant it soon became apparent that there was only one other person foolish enough to eat their, a young woman that was sitting down by herself alone and apparently waiting for someone. Fallen moved a bit closer to her to get a better look, before double taking a few times.FSX: No...no way can that be right... Tim: Why? What is it? Is she some kind of mutant spawn of evil? FSX: No, nothing like that... Tim: Then what? FSX: Well, it's just...she's really hot. I think she might be out of your league, Tim...Tim? Turning to face his protege, Fallen seems a bit taken back as he's nowhere in sight. Could he of already ran off? Sighing to himself and turning back in the direction of the girl he nearly falls over himself as Tim had already ran over there and was having a conversation with her.FSX: Huh...wouldn't of expected things to work out like this. Tim can't possibly make things work with someone that hot! As the camera quickly left the side of the baffled mentor of love and went to check in on what Tim and the girl were talking about, up close they look like even more of a bizarre couple then they would far away.Tim: Say, babycakes. Has anyone ever told you that your the spitting image of sexy? Woman: You bet. Has anyone ever told you that you'll probably die alone? Tim: All the time! Wow! It's like you really know me! What's your name, vision of perfection? Woman: Er...I'm Sheena. Tim: Oh? What a sexy name! Has anyone ever told you that you have the same name as a ninja girl from the game Tales of Symphonia? In fact, the only difference is she showed a bit more cleavage! She's definitely on my Top 20 list of Namco characters I'd fuck till the end of time! Ahahahaha...I'm Tim by the way! What a great start to a budding romance! As Sheena looks to Tim with eyes that can only say that she felt loathe at first sight, he smiled back to her and tried his best to make up charm as he went along. What an odd couple! But seeing that this is taking place on ACW television, odd couples always work! Is their hope for Tim yet? Could Sheena be the one that finally takes his age old virginity? Has Fallen made a horrible mistake by sacrificing an attractive girl to be Tim's date? We'll likely get these answers and more as Invasion of Love is continued!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:13:52 GMT -5
Segment: Reverberations (Credit: AK)
There’s a certain school of thought which says that, upon reaching the end of your tenure with a particular organization it’s fine to ease the ol’ foot off the gas pedal, relax, and think about how much stationary you can smuggle out with you before your soon-to-be ex-boss gives you a rollicking. Such considerations, however, could not be further from Alicia Laureano’s mind; not only does ACW seem to specialize in the world’s most crap ballpoints, but she has no intention of flaunting even the faintest hint of a bingo wing while she’s on the premises.
She works through the last and toughest part of her showday routine, smacking the full seven bells out of one of the punchbags in the training room. Partly she is driven by a mixture of pride and vanity, qualities which even the most unassuming of wrestlers need to grapple with (pun intended and instantly regretted); but moreso by something she cannot easily name. Uneasiness would be too severe a word, for she is certainly not fearful of anything concrete, there is no wolf skulking at the threshold; finishing her endeavours, and feeling a flush of satisfaction at the results, she collects her things from the simple chair in the corner, and heads out into the corridor where everything seems right with the world.
And yet…
Most nights, she sleeps soundly, her husband an arm’s reach away. But occasionally, she dreams. Sometimes of towers of black obsidian, thronged by nightmares and hazed by merciless heat; rarely, of unfocused yet bright halls, and multitude of voices, singing not of peace but of war inevitable; and once, just once, of a darkness beyond night, colder than a lover’s betrayal, where things which should not be stir in chains of their own making and a mirthless laugh rips down deep to her core-
Quiet vigilance. Only now does Alicia truly recognize the state which being part of ACW has wrought into her; she does not glance over her shoulder for a lurking shadow, but she knows without question what its presence feels like. And if such a thing should ever return… she needs to be ready….
??: WOOOOOOOO! This is awesome!!
The man who rounds the corner looks to be an older teen, wearing an Adrian Flamingo shirt. He has the demeanor of a dog just released into the park; all he needs is a suitably lolling tongue to complete the look. At the end of the corridor, several more people tumble past, all in a state of high excitement; the first guy practically runs into Alicia, just barely seeing her in time to skid to a halt. Recognition spreads slowly across his face as Alicia regards him with gentle bemusement.
Teen: …………….whoooaaa. It’s you!
Alicia: Yes. At least it was last time I checked, anyway. Can I help you with something?
She raises an eyebrow.
Alicia: For instance, you seem to have misplaced your security clearance.
The guy gapes for a moment, then goes bright red.
Teen: Uh, well, you see… me and some other guys, we couldn’t get tickets for the show, so we thought we’d wait out back to see if we could get some autographs. And then this one kid started having some asthma fit or something, and the security people went over to help out, and, like, there was no one at the door – but I wasn’t the first person to sneak in, there was this guy who just calmly walked through the door, and… yeah… someone shouted that Thunderkiss must be in here, so we kinda…
His shoulder sag.
Teen: I know I shouldn’t be here, but I just couldn’t resist… we can’t find Kiss’ locker room anyway, this place is a rabbit warren…
He looks downcast. Alicia considers things for a moment.
Alicia: I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. The quickest way out is to go back the way you came, then take a left, then the second right. Oh, and do be polite and keep the noise down when you pass the locker room on the right hand side down there… the Champion will be preparing for his World Title match. Understand?
It takes a moment for what she’s said to register; then, the teen’s face bursts into a grin.
Teen: Umm…. Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that. Thankyou, ma’am.
He walks away from her… for about five meters, before breaking into a run.
Teen: Guys, GUYS! You won’t believe what just happened…
Alicia chuckles, and decides to exit the immediate area before any more of the interlopers show up. Walking back to her locker room, she returns to a reflective mood, and ponders various things in an absent minded way. So many things which must remain ever unspoken… her saving grace, undoubtedly, is that she does not have to carry the weight of what she knows in isolation; her thoughts drift toward Martha’s Vineyard, and the one other person who understands. Alicia decides that she ought to let Echo know of her impending departure; the two converse sporadically, a text message here, a phone call there, and though the information they exchange is generally humdrum and incosequential, this does not matter in the slightest. What matters, Alicia muses to herself, is that each knows the other is out there, getting on with the business of living; it is, she thinks, a rather masculine way of going about things, for neither desires to pour out their innermost thoughts and feelings to the other in the mawkish manner beloved of female-centric chat shows. There is merely a kind of silent mutual acceptance, occasionally an observation or wry comment here and there, and that is all there needs to be…
Reaching her locker room, Alicia ceases to dwell on things past, and instead is vaguely thinking about what she’s got prepared in the freezer for dinner once she gets home. Opening the door, her lofty ideals of alertness are undermined rather critically as she fails to anticipate what, or rather who, is waiting inside-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:14:51 GMT -5
One of Alicia’s Wiimotes gets bounced on her couch in frustration, and achieves a decent amount of height on the recoil so that the party responsible has to lunge to catch it. A rough chuckle is the only response from the person on his left, who is repeatedly using Bowser’s taunts to rub the hurt in, at least until he sees that he’s been caught in the act.
?? #2: Heheheh, this is class, bruv, wanna……. Oh. ‘Allo. There is a moment’s pause; Alicia puts her hands on her hips, a half-smile on her face.
Alicia: Well, this has to be a world first, the pair of you being early… to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?
The taller of the two men leans back on the arm of the couch.
?? #1: For a start, Nintendo Europe still can’t organize a shag-a-thon in a brothel. 30th April, my arse.
Laughter breaks the last of the ice. Alicia dumps her bag, and walks forward, shaking the taller man by the hand. She repeats this with the second, shorter man, whose handshake dissolves into a brief, warm hug.
Alicia: Ron, Reg, it’s great to see you.
The taller man nods. The shorter one concurs.
Ron: Same here.
Reg: Yeah.
With the game now on pause, the gentlemen rearrange themselves to give Alicia space to sit comfortably. Alicia clasps her hands together.
Alicia: So, how’s things with the London Pride?
Ron and Reg glance at one another.
Ron: Errr…. Well, the long and short of it is, we have parted company with our former brothers of the robe-
Reg: We quit. Actually, we ‘effed em over good and proper, and then legged it.
Alicia looks shocked.
Alicia: You…. What? But Ron, you were going to be the Crowned Lion, the head bloke, right?
Ron shakes his head.
Ron: Wrong. Some bleedin’ Russian Neo-nazi wankers moved in, didn’t they? They bribed half the order, and before you know it, it’s bye-bye to a few Aquarian rituals and nights down the pub, and in with extortion rackets and Nine Angles shit! So we ‘ad no choice.
Alicia furrows her brow.
Alicia: I’m not sure I want to know about this… ah, sod it. What did you do?
Ron leans back in his chair with a shaded smile.
Ron: Seen the footie results this weekend?
Alicia pauses, nods… and the penny drops.
Alicia: You mean, all those shock results in the-
Ron: In the Cup, yeah. That’s what happens when you reverse the polarity of the flow in a “Dark Victory” ritual. Needless to say, the black ones of the deepest waters were less than pleased… we made sure we were well clear of it all, but I don’t think there was much left for the Fuzz to clean up. Couldn’t take the risk of anyone being left to follow us, y’see.
Ron sighs. Alicia puts her hands over his.
Alicia: I feel your pain… having to make a choice like that.
Ron: Yeah… thanks. Never thought I’d see the day when I’d sell out Chelsea…
Quiet falls for a moment. Reg, who looks very faintly bored, twiddles one of the Wiimotes hopefully. Alicia shakes her head.
Alicia: After the show, if you don’t mind. I want to see the title matches-
Reg’s face immediately lights up.
Reg: Oh, yeah! ‘Funderkiss is on… I fink he’s brilliant.
Reg’s expression fades, and he clarifies this slightly.
Reg: Um, apart from that bit when he was doing the stalking. I would’ve done ‘im over for you, like, but I sort of guessed you’d do it yourself.
Alicia smiles gently.
Alicia: Your faith in me is touching, Reg. I appreciate the thought.
Reg looks much happier at this, and settles down into the couch. Ron just shakes his head a little at his brother’s unique blend of naivety and extreme violent tendencies, and casts half an eye in Alicia’s direction.
Ron: So….
A pause.
Ron: This “job” you have for us. Want to shed some light?
Alicia smiles, not for the first time with a hint of mystery.
Alicia: Ahh… I’ll tell you all about that when we get home. This place has too many ears…. And I want this to have an impact. A real, lasting impact…
Nothing more is said between them… some secrets, at least, will remain buried for a while longer…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:18:30 GMT -5
Match 4: Fallen Souls vs. Jason Freeman - ACW International Championship (Credit: Freeman)
The fans are going wild as the International Title match is about to start…Freeman has had this title before, and he certainly wants it again, but he shakes hands with his stable-mate, making it clear that there is nothing personal in this match, but also that he isn’t going to hold anything back, and FSX thinks likewise. Freeman goes for the first shot with a punch, but FSX ducks right under and counters with a hurricanrana, sending Freeman across the ring…Freeman gets up, only to be hit with a running chop block from FSX, and then feels a heavy senton splash landing on his ribs, as FSX goes for the pin. 1….and a kick out. FSX gets up, and tries to run forward again, but Freeman gets behind him with a schoolboy rollup…1….and FSX kicks out. FSX and Freeman both get to their feet, and as FSX goes forward, he runs right into a clothesline from Freeman, who then jumps and hits a knee on FSX’s head…FSX rolls over, and Freeman waits for him to get up which he does.
The two continue wrestling back and forth evenly for quite a while, with a couple of nearfalls, but as of yet…no real damage done. The two wrestle back and forth, and Freeman attempts to go for a DDT, but FSX manages to spin out of it, and kick Freeman hard in the ribs, and then set him up for the Small Package DDT! The move is very effective, sending Freeman into the ground hard on his head…and as FSX covers, Freeman doesn’t move….1….2….and Freeman gets the shoulder up…FSX expected as much, but he wants to keep the momentum, and so he picks up Freeman, and attempts to hit him with the Rainbow STO!....Freeman elbows him in the head however, and attempts to get behind him and apply a sleeper hold for the Middle of Nowhere! FSX however, manages to roll forward, and Freeman goes forward as well, getting up in the turnbuckle…and FSX charges forward for a charging corner high knee…and on instinct, Freeman grabs the ref, throws him in the turnbuckle, and hits the ground. There’s a THUD as the knee hits the ref…and FSX bends over in shock, to see what damage he did…and Freeman does as well…obviously doing this based on old habits…and not on purpose…It’s actually FSX who capitalizes on this…because he recovers first, and spins with a spinning wheel kick onto Freeman, knocking him to the ground.
The ref remains down, as the two fight…Freeman goes for an irish whip, but FSX knees him as he is whipped, causing Freeman to bend over, and he then jumps up with a HUGE scissors kick, planting Freeman into the ground! FSX raises his hand to the air, getting a cheer, and he goes over to the turnbuckle, seeing that the ref is almost up again. He climbs, planning on putting this one away…he dives off with the defiance of death, but Freeman rolls away…the ref is beginning to stand, but is using the ropes to get up…as Freeman reaches his feet…awaiting FSX to do likewise. The fans are excited as the match seems like it still can go on for much longer…as Freeman runs back into the ropes…
CRACK
The sound of a steel chair hitting the back of Freeman’s head! Freeman stumbles forward, as outside the ring, Thunder Train holds a chair with a smile on his face! Freeman stumbles right into a rising FSX who quickly reacts with the Soul Transfer, and pins, as the ref has finally gotten up….1….2…..3.
Phillip: Here is your winner…and STILL International Champion…FSX!!
The crowd doesn’t really know how to react…and FSX doesn’t really either. He reacted out of instinct, but now he sees Train on the outside, and realizes that he may not have won fairly…but what’s done is done, and he knows he had no choice. He shrugs and raises his title belt, as on the other side of the ring, Freeman lies on his stomach glaring at Train who begins to back up the ramp.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:20:31 GMT -5
Strike A Deal Credit: Limelight / Jay Zero / whoever and Jon Taylor [/b][/center] We return from commercial break on this special 'Night of Champions' edition of ACW Warfare. As the shot fades in, all we see is the back of a certain person. From just the back of their head, it's a bit hard to tell but we have our suspicions. After a few seconds pass, the man begins to turn around and we see that it's none other than Jon Taylor. Right when he looks up from the ground he is suddenly thrusted sideways, sending him back first into a wall with a large hand grasping his throat. Taylor coughs and gasps for air while he's being choked. The screen fades out a bit to find the attacker to be Limelight -- and right beside him is Nicholas Savich. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: Ah! Jonathan! So nice to catch you! How are you doing!? Limelight doesn't hold back at all and continues to choke Taylor with great force. Jon tries to spit out a response but, he's lucky enough if he can breath. Nicholas Savich: Oh, speechless are we? Heh heh, I can understand why! You had your first win in ages last Thursday! That's something to be quite proud of, isn't it?! Savich paces back and forth in front of a struggling Taylor, trying to loosen the grip of Limelights palm. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: --You know what everybody has been saying? Nicholas gets very close to Taylors face and whispers to him. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: You wouldn't have had a chance if it weren't for Limelight. This sparks Taylor to shake back and forth, desperately fighting to break away from Limelight who slams him back against the wall. Nicholas backs away and begins to speak in his normal tone again. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: And you know what! They're right! You either would have tapped to Jonny Hughes or been pinned once again by FSX! But whatever, that's all good and dandy. See, I'm here for something different. Something that made me a bit ... well, a bit "flustered." Remember what I told you to do in that match? Hm? Do you? I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM LIMELIGHT! AND WHAT DO YOU GO AND DO?! YOU STEAL THE VICTORY RIGHT OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM! THAT WAS HIS MATCH AND YOU KNOW IT! SO WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! Limelight forces Jon to the right with a push, letting go of his throat. He coughs, gasping for air and right when he catches his breath, goes off on Nicholas. [/center][/color] Jon Taylor: Hah? Steal his victory? I don't know what the hell you're on about Savich, but you certainly weren't watching the same match as I was competing in. True, Limelight may have been a useful partner to have in the match but that doesn't change the fact that I not only DOMINATED Hughes and Fallen Souls - but I was the one that pinned Hughes - not Limelight! Nicholas Savich: Yeah? Well guess what! YOU STILL DIDN'T BEAT FALLEN SOULS! You just happened to pin his partner! Jon Taylor: Does it really matter who I pinned? If I remember correctly Limey here didn't pin anyone. I did. Besides, Fallen received more than enough of a beating throughout the match, Hughes just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Nicholas Savich: So here we go -- running your big mouth again? You should be begging me for mercy right now before I tell Limelight to do more than just choke you! You understand me?! Lime! Get hi-- Quickly, Taylor acts before Limelight can. He quickly tries to make a point over to Nicholas. [/center][/color] Jon Taylor: Hey! Take it easy a minute, man. You know, since our match on Meltdown I have been thinking about something. I have a suggestion which may prove to be appealing to yourself and Lime. Nicholas Savich: Oh really? Do you have a suggestion on how we should cave in your skull? Jon Taylor: Fortunately not! You know, I was just thinking that since Limelight and I were so, you know dominating in the match, what would happen if we were to continue to work as a team? Now, there's no doubt that Limelight is already a force near unstoppable on his own, but what happens when you add The Ultimate Competitor to the mix? There's no doubt in my mind that the near unstoppable force becomes UNSTOPPABLE! So, hey, how about instead trying to kill each other we instead work together and make ACW our own playground. Limelight looks at Nicholas who does nothing else besides star blankly back at Taylor as if he's trying to read whatever is in his mind. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: .... Work together? Jon Taylor: Yeah....you know, you got my back i've got yours sorta thing? Nicholas Savich: Now answer this for me, will ya? Why in the HELL would I even consider working with an arrogant piece of work like you? Jon Taylor: Well, I don't know exactly, but you were out there last Thursday - you saw the domination by the team of Jon Taylor and Limelight. I can guarantee you that if we became a team there's nothing but a whole lot more of wins from where that came from! Nicholas shakes his head, as if he's not even allowing the concept of it to stand a chance of even being considered. [/center][/color] Jon Taylor: Hey, I know you're probably a bit skeptical with it coming from me - I know I would be in your position also! But just hear me out about this! Just think; Jon Taylor and Limelight - the most unstoppable force in ACW! Taylor begins backing away form the two. Either he's being clever in just stalling to exit, or he's actually serious about the offer. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: --You know, I'll "think" about it and see if I can come up with an answer. I already know of all the cons on the list--hard part is going to be trying to dig up a single pro! Jon Taylor: That's the easy part, Savich. Wins, wins and more wins! Nicholas Savich: Yeah, well Limelight is entirely capable of doing that by himself! He doesn't need your help! Jon Taylor: Yeah, yeah I know. But, hey, if Limelight can cause so much destruction by himself think about what TWO people can do! Now, all im asking you to do is to think about it. Get back to me on Meltdown, ok? Nicholas Savich: Whatever! Dipshit. Taylor is already far enough away to be safe. He turns around and grabs his throat, gently rubbing over it. The camera zooms in on Nicholas and Limelight. Limelight seems to be angry at letting the opportunity that he had to take Taylor out has passed, but on the other hand, Savich begins to shoot a smile. Could he be thinking of the possibilities that could come from this deal?
The scene fades. [/center][/color]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:21:44 GMT -5
Segment "A Gift for Baby" Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia / Black & White
[Taking one look at the outside of the Entourage locker room door, one could easily deduce that ACW security is not doing the best of jobs tonight. It is a virtual mob scene as dozens of fans surround the door trying to get inside to meet their idol and current ACW World Champion - Thunderkiss! Standing behind the crowd is the Champ himself, wondering how the hell he is going to make it inside without getting mobbed to death! If the fans only knew the object of their obsessions stood amongst them!]
Thunderkiss *screaming*: Hey look, it's Thunderkiss!
[The crowd silences in a heartbeat. All it takes is the suggestion and their madness does the rest.]
Random Fan *pointing*: IT'S HIM!
[Upon seeing a man turn the corner down the end of the hallway, they take off running in his direction believing him to be their hero. At that moment TK makes a beeline toward the locker room door, unlocks it and quickly rushes inside stopping only when he thrusts his back up against the door as a barricade.]
TK: G’damn!
Anna Sommers: I cannot get a moment's peace with the throngs of fans clamoring for your attention. Father beefed up the security at my request, but I don't think it's doing much good. However did you get through?
TK: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Anna: Not all of your fans are mindless mobsters. Look at this nice gift I received from a fan!
[Anna sticks out a box wrapped in black ribbon that comes together neatly at the top in a bow. He’s seen this before and the outcome has never been a pleasant one.]
TK: Oh my God, Anna where did you get this?
Anna: A nice man gave it to me!
[Without warning, Thunderkiss immediately pulls the present right out of her hands. In shock and confusion, Anna questions him.]
Anna: Aiden, what’s wrong?
[He doesn’t answer her, he doesn’t have time to. Ripping the present apart like a wild animal, Thunderkiss frantically makes his way down to the box’s contents and what he sees makes even the Worldbreaker himself feel fear.]
TK: Oh Jesus, no.
[Lying there in front of him is a mutilated Teddy Bear, sliced and lacerated in several different places including the head. It isn’t so much that sight take sends chills down his spine, it’s the message that accompanies it - ]
Dear love, I hear you’re going to be a daddy soon. How precious, I am happy for you. So happy in fact that I am sending you a little gift for you to give to junior. I hope he likes it, I know I do. I can’t wait to someday raise him together with you. Just you, me and baby. Oh yes, the perfect family. The thought of this gets me so hot and makes my blood flow in all the right places.
Forever yours, B&W xoxoxo
TK: Fucking asshole!
[With this gift, the threat of Black and White has now escalated past Thunderkiss and is now endangers the safety of his girlfriend and unborn son. The thought of this man even approaching Anna almost sets him over the edge as he begins to wildly pace and forth spewing obscenities in anger.]
TK *screaming*: FUCK!
Anna: Aiden, you're scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.
[Not getting any answers, Ms. Sommers takes the initiative to find them on her own. Her curiosity draws her to the open present where she gets a good look at what has set her boyfriend off.]
Anna: What the -
TK: Don’t look Anna, please.
Anna *backing away*: Oh my God... that was him wasn’t it? The guy you told me about. The stalker.
[Suddenly realizing she had to have seen who gave her the present, TK grabs Anna around her shoulders and questions her.]
TK: What did he look like Anna? You had to have seen him!
Anna: I-I don’t know. He had a long coat, a-and it was dark!.
TK: You mean you accepted a gift from someone and you didn’t even see their face?!
Anna: It all happened so fast! When I went to thank him he was gone!
[Upon seeing her become frustrated, TK pulls her in tight and embraces her.]
TK: Shhhh, it’s alright. I know it's not your fault. God, I am so sorry you have been brought into this.
[He kisses her forehead. He has tried everything: increased security, new locks and even private detectives. All have failed. There has to be a way to find out the identity of this man and now that he has threatened his woman and child, he’ll search hell if need be.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:22:37 GMT -5
Segment: Freeman's Revenge! (Credit: Freeman & Chef)
The camera fades in to show Thunder Train, who has just recently interfered in the Intenational Title match of Jason Freeman. ThunderTrain walked down the hallways smiling to himself, happy with a job well done. His business with Freeman had been picking up as of late, but he refused to let Freeman have the last laugh. He was taken by surprise by him once, and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. He was able to make Freeman pay, though. He had cost him a title match…which he knew Freeman had wanted, and he was feeling very proud of himself at the moment…he mutters under his breath…
Thunder Train: Well that’ll show him…
As he continues to smile sadistically, he begins to descend a decently long staircase, thinking that although a match between the two of them had not been announced…it was obviously inevitable. And he was going to be prepared…just then he hears footsteps behind him, and he turns to see who it is…only to see a pair of arms come forward and shove him! Train is taken completely by surprise, and he loses his balance, and tumbles backwards, falling down the staircase…practically rolling over backwards, as he smacks a couple of steps, and lands with a sickening “THUD” on the bottom!
The camera zooms up, to show Jason Freeman…standing with an angry expression on his face. Once again he was cost a title match…and this time by Train. And even the sight of Train on the ground calms him down sufficiently…on the ground Train groans…rolling over slowly, but mostly lying still…obviously in great pain.
Freeman: Well…Train, I suppose you don’t know when to stop…but let me warn you right now…every single time you assault me, I’m going to do it right back! And I hope this taught you a lesson…but if it didn’t…feel free to come and find me whenever you want! I believe it’s your turn.
With that Freeman turns and walks away…the camera zooms one more time at the fallen Train…who slowly starts to get up…as it fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:23:21 GMT -5
"Ruffled Feathers" (Credit: Anonymous)
It seems my choice to put certain people on notice has agitated quite a few of you. I couldn't care less. It shows me that I'm doing exactly what I should be doing.
And why not? I don't care about the repercussions of my actions. I'm just doing what many others would do in my shoes. Anonymity is best when someone knows everything and the remainder know nothing.
It sucks to be each and every one of you. Not just because you don't know anything, but also because it's something you never considered would happen.
Sure anonymity has been done to death. "Who is doing this?" "Why is this happening?" "Why can't I figure this out?" All questions on your mind and yet, you can't answer a single thing.
I've given some of my motives for all of this, but deep down are the true reasons and I will say that it's nothing that you could have foreseen.
You didn't think I could steal Rattlesnake's weapon, but I did. You never considered it at all.
The next thing I do is going to be something you never even dreamed would happen. Curious? I know you are. You just have to wait and see just what I do.
Someone once said "expect the unexpected" and I will guarantee that even in this case, you just can't do that.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:23:42 GMT -5
Segment: Search for the Truth - Part. III (Credit: BK London)
He managed to get a seat for the show inside by buying off tickets from one of those mexican scalpers outside. Sure, the seats weren't that great, but he was able to see the ring and wrestlers quite clearly. One thing he noticed was the crowd wasn't exactly as rowdy as some of the ACW fans. There weren't that many signs, there wasn't that much chants during the matches, but everyone was still having a good time. After sitting through 6 of possibly the most choreographed matches he ever saw, it was time for the main event. Dr. Wagner Jr. vs. Tarzan Boy.
Tarzan Boy was one of the more musclar wrestlers on the roster. He worked a bit for the WWF back in the day, but of course he feels a bit more at home here on the CMLL roster. As the half naked ladies accompanied him down to the ring, the crowd waited for Dr. Wagner to come out. And once he did, the roof blew off the building.
The match wasn't too bad of a main event, certainly a lot more arm drags and hurricanranas than he could ask for, but it still managed to keep him on the edge of his seat at times. It was a Frankensteiner however that managed to put down Tarzan Boy for the count. The crowd erupted as Dr. Wagner Jr. would get to keep his mask, giving them possibly the show of their lives. At the end of the show, many of the young fans made their way around the locker room door of Dr. Wagner Jr. to get an autograph from their favorite wrestler. He was happy to sign anything and everything, until BK London stepped to him. He stared at the six foot two, two hundred and fourty five pound, black man for a few moments. A smirk appeared behind the mask, and BK spoke the first word.
BK London: Me llamo BK London. Yo soy Luchadore.
Dr. Wagner Jr: Don't worry, I speak English.
Pwned.
BK London: Oh thank god.
Dr. Wagner Jr: What can I help you with BK London?
BK London: Well, if it's ok with you, I need to talk to you in private sir.
Dr. Wagner Jr: No problem, just let me finish off these last few autographs. Take a seat in my office and I'll be with you shortly.
Once BK stepped inside the Doctor's office, he realized it was nothing more than a locker room. Nothing really occupied the room beisdes a steel chair, a closet, a house plant, and a mirror. Much less glamorous than the locker rooms over in ACW Arena, but I guess this was all the essentials he needed. He found his way over to the mirror where he started staring at himself a bit to pass the time, looking at the bags under his eyes. It was getting quite a bit late and he needed to get his few hours of sleep before heading back to ACW Island for Meltdown's show. Finally, the door shut behind BK London and Dr. Wagner pulled down the straps to his singlets and turned his attention fully to BK London.
Dr. Wagner Jr: Now, what can I help you with?
BK London: Well, to get to the point, it's about this man named Adrian Flamingo who..
Dr Wagner Jr: Adrian Flamingo? Sounds very famili - Ah yes! I remember him now. I'd say I haven't seen the young gringo in about 4-5 years now.
BK London: Really?
Dr. Wagner Jr.: Absolutely. I haven't seen him since he opened up a CMLL show and he helped set up the ring. But he didn't go by the name Adrian Flamingo, but Blue Panther.
BK London: Really now? Well, I've gotten into a few altercations with Mr. Flamingo, and let's say things haven't been the best between us.
Dr. Wagner Jr: Oh trust me, I've paid attention. Since ACW started showing here in Mexico last year, I have been absolutely hooked. It's quite refreshing to see another huge fed with such a talented array of wrestlers. But anyway, I'm quite aware of the stunts he has been pulling lately.
BK London: Great. So I won't have to go in much detail. So, this leaves me with one question, are you a doctor?
Wagner chuckles to himself.
Dr. Wagner Jr: Oh please. Don't let the name fool you. I have no Ph.D, it's just a name I picked up over the years I have been wrestling. As far as I am concerned, there is no one else here in Mexico City under the name Dr. Wagner, no physician, no other wrestler, nobody.
BK London: Excellent, this is all I need.
Dr. Wagner Jr: Doesn't surprise me with Flamingo honestly. He was a sneaky snake here in CMLL as well, sad to know that he hasn't changed at all.
BK London: Very. But I must be going now Mr. Wagner, feel free to drop in any time for an ACW show. We'd enjoy it.
Dr. Wagner Jr: I just might do that. Give him hell at Genocide.
BK London: Oh don't worry, I will.
His journey was complete. It was time to head back to ACW for Meltdown, where he would reveal to the world the secret Flamingo has been keeping from them for the past couple of weeks. More importantly, BK London was happy about finally getting his hands on Flamingo at Genocide. This match has been about six months in the making, which is long for any two wrestlers to encounter one another in ACW these days. With this new revelation under his cap, he headed back to his hotel room, hoping to be back in time for Meltdown.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:47:42 GMT -5
ACW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP Match 5: The Senator vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: FSX)
Finally, the time has come. Ever since it was announced on the official website of ACW that their would be a poll to determine the first title defense for our new world champion, many were put on a mission for their individual causes based on the candidate's presented. Some desperately wanted to show support for those that would be a very bizarre and unusual candidate for the title, such as the likes of rookies Jin and Thunder Train. After the initial impulse of votes for these individuals died off, despite the fact they very well could of put forth a competitive contest, it became very clear who would be taking this contest. Taking more then double the votes of the other very worthy contenders for a title shot, and proving once and for all the hot intensity of their feud will never die, 'The Senator' Steve Phillips won in a landslide, without even having to run a dirty campaign! With many singing his praises, it was almost immediately confirmed that this would be the match to take place and tickets for the show started to sell at ridiculous speeds. Falling the almost immediate sell-out of the event, the hype machine began and many other title matches and exciting contests were built to make even more individuals drool over the ensuing main event. Those matches have accomplished their goal and then some, but it doesn't stop the thousands in attendance from screaming until they can't possibly scream any longer as the Main Event is about to begin. Finally upon us. Considering the past affairs that the two have gone through, and their seemingly endless history of bad blood at this point, there is no doubt at all that this will be an immediant Match of the Year candidate. Anything could happen, and something big is bound too! The delay of a match that truly needs no hype is rightfully over, and Phillip makes his way into the ring to introduce the noble two that will due war for the greatest prize of them all...
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL.....and is for the ACW WOOOOORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Wasting no time to get a reaction out of the crowd, many roar in approval that these two are finally getting it on one-on-one in a match for the biggest of all titles. Sure, they've fought over the International title, but never the World!
Phillip: Introducing first tonight is our challenger...Hailing from Washington D.C. of the USA....he is the current REIGNING Senator of Illinois! 'The SEN-A-TOR'....STEEEEEVE PHILLIPS!
There is a moment of nervous silence after the announcement of the challenger's name this evening. Senator has been known to of done all one can do during his lengthy tenure in ACW....though there is no harm in doing all you can do twice! After a few moments, 'Hail to the Chief' finally begins to play and everyone breaks out into frantic cheers as The Senator makes his way from the back. Stepping into the spotlight once again, one might say he looks a bit slower and worn down since the last time he was the World Champion...but alot of people are idiots! Walking his way down the entrance ramp with a glint of greatness in his eye, he acknowledges a few over-excited fans before making his way into the ring. Not one to gloat or work the crowd too much, he simply raises an arm to ensure them that he is well aware of their presence and hops from foot to foot in his corner as he stares up the entrance ramp. His heart was likely beating out of his chest as Phillip waits for things to die down again. Excitement gets to everyone, and Intensity spreads like wildfire.
Phillip: And his opponent...
Before Phillip can continue on with the introductions, a group of female streakers burst their way through the guard that is set up by security and stand in excited awe as they await Thunderkiss to make his first entrance in the role of defending WORLD champion. As someone..likely Thunderkiss can visibly be seen trying to break free of the mighty hold of many backstage and pre-emptively rush out to his...'adoring public', security quickly regains control of the situation and cleans up the situation, as someone yelling out 'DAMN' is audibly heard through the arena. Slapping himself to get over the situation, Phillip coughs and lowers his head as he continues.
Phillip: Introducing our ACW WORLD CHAMPION...hailing from San Fernando, California...Entertainment in the form of man, THUNDERKISS!!
Despite the beginning overwhelming jeers that are heard from many feminists that have clearly had their heart broken by Thunderkiss at one point or another, his brainless army of super fans soon overpowers the much larger majority of those that aren't very fond of what he has been up to of late and cheers their champion with pride. One may begin to wonder with time what is keeping Thunderkiss from simply bursting out from the back with his title belt and enjoying the glory of his wonderful crowd!......hmm..maybe his desire for an exclusive elaborate entrance for his first title defense! As "God of Thunder" by Iced Earth begins to play, and none of the usual effects that accompany his incredibly expensive entrance begin to play one might believe that something horrible has happened. After a few moments, an EXPLOSION seems to take place over the Alpha tron and money seems to be raining from the rooftop! Yay! But wait, that's not money...Ahh! It's plushies! PLUSHIES!
That's right, many different variations of animal plushies depicting Thunderkiss fall from the sky before a confused champion makes his way out to the entrance ramp and down toward the ring, having a good look around as he ponders just what happened to his usual style tonight. Not about to complain at the moment as he raised his golden title high in the air, he made his way slowly into the ring and paced from corner to corner to brandish his belt to those in attendance. Unfortunately, many were distracted by Senator kicking Thunder-bears from the ring and into the crowd as he cleaned it up for the upcoming match. Frustrated at the fact that Senator was stealing his attention, TK quickly gave the belt to the referee so it could be officially raised up and placed on the line. As Phillip took his seat at ringside, and both men circled one another in the ring, it was finally time to get things underway!
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 10, 2008 17:48:40 GMT -5
...and due to unforeseen circumstances, this is all the lays in the ruined remains of what I am damn sure would of been an MOTY candidate. The following is a paragraph that summarizes the events that took place in the match, and I feel really horrible about this. I don't know what the hell happened..
At the beginning of this contest we saw a slow paced match between the two rivals that looked to open up the other to a series of attacks. As they showed each other a decent amount of respect and tested the waters of what the other was prepared to do, they only came to fists a few times before retreating to ensure they didn't give up anything of an advantage. Spotting that many of his army were growing tired and bored with the display in the ring, TK decided to take it upon himself to spice up the match by breaking the respectful series of attacks they had been displaying against one another and rushing forward to take Senator out with what I called a 'Pose Gigantor Boot 5000'. As Senator hit the mat, Thunderkiss decided to take the time to work the audience rather then go on with an attack. This proved to be a turning factor for the match as it allowed Senator to return to his feet and take advantage with a few dastardly maneuvers that aren't usually made a part of his move set. Thumbs the the eyes, stomping the others feet and making sure to degrade the opponent with effective attacks was his show. This only lasted for a short while, however, as TK eventually grabbed the hand of Steve as he sent it forth for a punch, and effectively crushed it as he dropped Senator to his knees. Effectively using a 'I'm going to crush your hand and then the rest of you' approach, this seemed to work quite well before Jonny Hughes made a shocking appearance midway through the match. Surprising and distracting the defending champion, he turned his attention to his newest of rivals and was effectively distracted enough to be rolled up for a near fall.
Following the appearance of Hughes, Senator was able to get several near falls and two counts on TK before being tossed off of him by a show of brute force. But instead of getting an advantage from his power, TK was often distracted by the sneaky Hughes grabbing onto his ankle from the outside and holding him there so Senator could get in another series of attacks. With the advantage of Hughes, Senator eventually managed to hit the Filibuster on TK and get a VERY CLOSE TWO! Irritated he didn't manage to take the victory right there, Senator slowly dragged TK back to his feet only to be grabbed brought up and down with the Heavens door. Going for the pin and expectedly the win, Jonny Hughes lept up onto the apron and distracted the referee as a frustrated TK had to temporarily abandon his hopes of victory and deal with the distraction, instead getting hung up on the top rope and accidentally flinging back into the referee as he fell back.
With the referee unconscious and Senator recovering, Hughes was called upon to send his secret weapon into the ring. With that, Jonny Hughes sent in a copy of the NEW YORK TIMES!!! LIBERAL MEDIA!!!! Laying the copy of the paper in the middle of the ring, he got TK as he got up and hit the Liberalizer into the recent issue of the paper, just as the referee recovered. Growing for the pin, the Liberals proved to once again not get things done as he only managed a two. Frustrated once more, Senator seemed to be calling for another issue of the paper as Thunderkiss shot back to his feet and seemed to be energizing up.
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But before he could finish, Jonny decided enough was enough and took TK to the ground with a shot to the back of his head with his own World Championship, and just like that the match was over.
Phillip: And the winner of this match by disqualification, and STILL ACW WORLD CHAMPION....THUNDERKISSS!!
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