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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:09:54 GMT -5
One last try (Credit: Latino)
The scene opens inside Alicia’s locker room. She is sorting through the items in her kit bag with one hand and holding an ice pack to the back of her head with the other, to relieve some of the pain from the impact she’s had with BK’s locker room wall. As she does this, there’s a hesitant knock at the door; still with icepack in place she heads over and opens it. She’s met with the sight of Latino, who’s evidently arrived almost straight from his match with Hunter, having paused only to fix his hair a bit before his arrival. Understandably AK’s a little surprised to see him.
Alicia: Hi….what do you want?
Victor: I…uhhh…Alicia can I come in? I have something which I need to say to you.
His voice is a little unsteady and unsure, and AK lets him in. He closes the door, as he enters, not wanting anyone to hear what he’s about to say. As he takes a deep breath though he sees the icepack and his chain of thought is broken.
Victor: What’s that you’re holding? Wait, are you injured? Did someone –<br> AK (cutting him off): It’s nothing…..my own fault, sticking my nose in to other people’s business again. I guess BK’s still a bit sore over Samhain.
Latino clenches his fists a little at BK’s name, but AK doesn’t pick up on it.
AK: So, you wanted to tell me something?
Latino nods, and for the first time AK notices that he’s shaking slightly. As their eyes meet, Latinos’ are filled with a deep anguish that looks like it’s been there under the surface for a long, long time. When he speaks, it’s with uneven and faltering voice as he fights to stay in control of himself.
Victor: Alicia….I’m sorry. I’m sorry for it all. I was being an idiot……. I did stupid things and thought very idiotic thoughts, accused you of things with no justification…… I mean you never gave me a reason to think any of that…not once at all did you give me a reason.
A tear starts to run down Latino’s face.
Victor: But I couldn’t help it and I let some thought…some little insignificant thought get the better of me. I let it consume me to the point where it hurt us. It destroyed us……… but I don’t want that anymore.
All the times I said I didn’t care……it was all bullshit, it couldn’t have been further from what I really felt inside. I’m tired of missing you and thinking about you. I’m tired of hiding how I really feel. All those times….I wanted to tell everyone how I really felt. I wanted to let them all know that you are the woman I love but most importantly I wanted to tell you. All I can do now is ask for your forgiveness, even though I know I don’t deserve it, and hope that I do receive it. I only want you chula. No other woman can compare. I see them but none of them matter. I think of you and see you and it’s like I can’t get enough of it.
He’s getting visibly tired from the process of spilling out his feelings, and takes a deep breath trying to hold back any more tears before he grabs a hold on Alicia’s right hand.
Victor: I have always wanted the best for you…for us…..but I know words are one thing compared to actions and in the past my actions have been not so good. I have done things in the past that have hurt you. I have said things in that past that have hurt you even more emotionally. I can’t take back any of those things no matter how much I long to do so, but I can make sure that nothing like that ever happens again. I want to make you happy, for the rest of your life…...
Latino produces a small box from behind his back….it can only be one thing, and there’s a massive collective gasp from the audience, followed by the obligatory “oooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!!”s.
Victor: So…I’m here Alicia Kitsune to ask you not only for forgiveness...but for your hand…in marriage.
Victor gets down to one knee staring up into Alicia’s eyes, opening the box with the ring. Alicia stands there looking down at Victor, clearly knocked entirely for six by this turn of events.
Victor: I know we can fix any problems or any arguments. I’m a changed man and now I know what is important in my life. Please Alicia.
A million and one thoughts and feelings pile up inside AK’s head; there is a long, long pause before she speaks.
AK: Latino…….no, no, Victor…..You have no idea how many times I’ve visualized this moment…..
More “oooohh”s from the crowd, and Victor’s heart flutters….
AK:…..but the girl who used to secretly stop and daydream every time she passed a wedding boutique, she isn’t here now. Someone else has taken her place…someone even I don’t really know any more.
Latino’s expression begins to crumple, and AK is also on the verge of tears.
AK: I do love you, Victor…..I love you with a depth that can’t be measured. But I don’t know if that love is for the man before me now, or for the Victor in my head. I so want to believe that they’re one and the same, but after everything that’s happened…..I just don’t think I can, not yet.
She’s definitely crying now, all that she’s having to come to terms with taking a heavy toll.
AK: And the same might be true for you too Victor, did you consider that? I’ve changed so much in the last couple of months, I’ve had to in order to survive what’s been thrown at me…..and I’ve found a darker side to myself as a result, one you may not like, let alone be able to love. Let’s face it, in the last few weeks I’ve used whips, cricket bats, gasoline, electricity, bladed gloves, even weedwhackers and a power drill, and done the very worst of things for what I thought were the best of reasons…..and it’s true, at certain points, I……I enjoyed….
AK can’t complete the sentence; she’s still having trouble reconciling her actions with her feelings, and the words penned by her late father repeat themselves over and over in her head – “the heart of darkness that resides within me lurks in her, as well………..”
AK: Oh, Victor…..please understand….I don’t hate Ridley or anyone else for anything that’s happened, but I’m scared….I’m afraid that…..I’ve already hurt you so much, and I know this is bad now, but it’s nothing compared to what I might…be……capable of…..
She pulls Victor up to his feet, and then lets go of his hand.
AK: I’m so sorry, Victor….for everything.
Unable to take any more, AK turns and flees the locker room, leaving Latino and the audience shellshocked.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:16:39 GMT -5
Segment: The price is right (Credit: Angelo)
The scene opens in a hallway, to reveal Angelo talking to somebody in the shadows.
Angelo: you got the money?
Man: Yeah, right here.
The man in the shadows hands Angelo five hundred dollars.
Man: Ok, you got the money….. now you have to do your job.
Angelo (looking at the money and smiling): Oh just wait, I'll do my job tonight.
Angelo grabs the money and walks away with a smirk on his face.
Scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:17:11 GMT -5
Match 5: Donatello Enzo vs Surion & RDK (Opening: Surion; ending: Angelo)
The emotions of the crowd are being tested to the limit tonight, and everyone’s glad to get back to some honest to goodness wrestling action.
Philip: The next match is now a handicap match, set for one fall, and it will determine the #1 contenders for the ACW tag team titles. Introducing first, from Kelso, Washington…..Surion!
Fuel by Metallica hits, and Surion gets an enormous pop as he heads to the ring. After his music quiets down, Surion grabs a mic and addresses the crowd.
Surion: Well, thanks to a leak in the system, my big surprise has been ruined. As many of you already know, thanks to the internet spoilers, my partner for tonight is going to be the one, the only, Macho Man RDK! But before I invite Mr. Kanyon down here, I would like to address the administration. Ginger, you have got to get a hold on these internet leaks. If you kept a tighter grip on the important plots, then we wouldn’t have had our minor problem here tonight. With that, I would like to introduce my partner, The Macho Man, R! D! K!
RDK’s remix hits, and there’s another massive wave of cheering as RDK walks out, raising his arms to the crowd. He greets a selection of Machomaniacs before he reaches the ring, and he and Surion slap hands and psych one another up.
Then there’s a pause, and “Transform” hits to signify Enzo’s arrival without his TIM partner.
Philip: And their opponent, from San Diego……Donatello Enzo!
The crowd boos Enzo, but he’s more concerned about his two opponents; he looks more than a little ticked off at having been left in the lurch by Angelo. Nevertheless he has a job to do, and he’s determined to do it to the best of his ability, which seems to soften the fans’ opinion of him a little. He enters the ring and faces his opponents; after a second Surion elects to start, and RDK makes his way to his corner as the ref signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
This isn’t the first time Surion and Enzo have met, but Enzo decides that he can’t assume anything based on their previous meetings; TAFKA Rey has an entirely new outlook, and as such his approach to the match is almost certainly going to be different to the way he might have handled it previously. So Enzo opts to stick to the style that suits him best; he blocks a clothesline attempt by Surion and then gets started with a burst of powerful punches that make Surion just a tiny bit dizzy. This slight increase in reaction time gives Enzo the opening he needs and he powerbombs Surion before pinning. He gets about 1.5 before Surion kicks away; Surion clears his head and demonstrates his own increased strength by slipping behind Enzo and giving him a release german suplex. Enzo’s quickly up, and Surion gives him a normal suplex to buy enough time to tag to RDK and make the fans cheer again. RDK and Enzo trade blows, but RDK is at an advantage and he’s soon able to get an opening for a DDT. The legendary Macho Man elbow drop follows, but Enzo rolls aside just in time to avoid this and almost as soon as RDK hits the mat, Enzo collects him up and hoists him on his shoulders before charging toward Surion and bodily throwing RDK out of the ring, forcing Surion to jump aside along the apron to avoid being taken out. Enzo grabs hold of Surion and drives his neck against the top rope; Surion bounces off the ropes and falls to the outside, stunned, and the crowd boo Enzo while being quietly impressed at his performance whilst outnumbered. His celebrations don’t last long however; RDK slides back into the ring, looking seriously unimpressed, and Surion too is enraged; he leaps into the ring and Enzo finds himself facing both opponents at once despite the ref’s protests.
Enzo tries to make the best of the situation; he charges forward for a double clothesline, but as one RDK and Surion duck, run to the ropes, spring back and clothesline Enzo. The ref has just about persuaded Surion to leave, and he moves closer to check Enzo as he pulls himself up using the turnbuckle for support. As Enzo stands he sees RDK rushing in toward him; Enzo grabs the ref and pulls him in front for protection so that the ref is sandwiched between the two, and the ref collapses to the ground. Enzo staggers forward, and walks right into RDK, who tosses him over his back to land hard on the mat. With the ref down, Surion grabs his chance and pays Enzo back with an elbow drop from the top rope – RDK pins, but of course the ref’s in no condition to make a count. RDK tries to revive the referee; meanwhile Surion doesn’t want to let Enzo recover and bends down to pick him up. Enzo though is more recovered than anyone had suspected; he grabs hold of Surion and the pair stand up, struggling with one another, until Surion tries for another suplex. Enzo digs in his heels and stops it before reversing into one of his own, a huge brainbuster variant, and both Enzo and Surion lie on the mat. At this point the crowd’s reaction changes, and the camera turns to show a smirking Angelo heading for the ring. RDK is ready and waiting to meet Angelo; they exchange a blow or two before Angelo gives RDK a low blow and then throws him out through the ropes. The crowd boos even more loudly; Angelo walks over to Enzo, who’s trying to stand, and assists him. Enzo is unsteady but he smiles when he sees Angelo; Angelo smiles back, but something’s wrong……it’s a thoroughly devious smile. Enzo has no chance to react before Angelo nails him with the Italian Decimator; the ring shudders at the impact. Angelo gives Enzo a small kick for spite before pulling a drowsy Surion into a cover and dragging the ref over to the pair. The ref’s waking, and Angelo quickly gets out of the ring so that the dazed ref sees nothing but a cover before him when he opens his eyes. The ref pulls himself together, and makes the count 1……2……3.
Philip: Here are your winners and number one contenders for the tag team championship....... Surion and Macho Man RDK!
Surion slowly gets to his feet; he is only vaguely aware of what has happened. RDK however has seen the whole thing and doesn’t know what to make of it, but he and Surion are just glad to have secured their title shot and they celebrate with Enzo only very slowly coming around. At the top of the ramp, Angelo watches this; he just smiles darkly and then leaves, his objective for the night completed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:19:47 GMT -5
Segment: Truth or Dare (Credit: Daredevil)
As the event crew make checks after the last match, “Take a Look Around” hits and Daredevil walks out with an unusual grin on his face, despite his defeat against Surion at Samhain. He enters the ring, and the time-keeper throws him the microphone.
Daredevil: You know, I'm on a real high tonight, though I don't know why!
The crowd cheer. Daredevil then puts his lips up against the mic again, but the crowd erupt into a 'Daredevil, Daredevil' chant'. Dan stops to take in the chants, as he's done so many times before.
Daredevil: I lost my match at Samhain. Boo-hoo. But that's not what's important. The important thing was the return of Surion!
Again the crowd erupts.
Daredevil: Now at Samhain, we witnessed me, Double-D, appreciating someone. Now that's a rarity. But that's not the only thing that happened at possibly the greatest PPV this business has ever had, was it?
The crowd quietly murmur amongst themselves, presumably talking about the different points.
Daredevil: No it wasn't!
Daredevil starts walking around the ring in circles. He then stops, and talks again.
Daredevil: You see, we witnessed title-beyond-title being handed over. Hunter and Cage proving brothers CAN fight together. We also saw Ridley fluke his way to victory over AK. But they aren't the important things. The important thing is this: that the federation saw a female ACW World champion for the first time ever. Now I have a word to say about Rose. So Rose, I'm calling you out!
The crowd looked shocked, and they cannot believe Daredevil called out Rose. Suddenly, 'Scars of Time' hits and Alexandra Kaesar enters the arena, complete with the heavyweight title belt! The crowd, however don't appreciate her, and she enters to a chorus of boos, yet Daredevil claps her into the ring as she collects a microphone from a cameraman.
Daredevil: Everyone, let’s welcome the new ACW World Champion!
The audience boos as Rose just stands there looking at Daredevil as if he's a freak. She then begins to speak, but Daredevil quickly cuts her off.
Daredevil: So, I don't believe you've ever met me before, so I'd like to give you an introduction. My name's Daredevil and I'm from Wales. My hobbies include...
Rose: Listen, Daredevil. Thanks but I'm a very busy woman now, so this has to be quick, I don’t want your life story.
Daredevil: Um, ok. But I just wanted to get to know the new champion……
Rose: Well, you should already know all you need to about me, Daredevil. All you have to do is look at all the broken bodies I have left in my path.
Daredevil: Yes, well I do tend to watch the ACW programmes. Anyways, I called you out here because I have a special announcement to make.
Rose: And what is that?
Daredevil: Well, you won your title at Samhain, right?
Rose: Yes. I beat Skurai to a bloody pulp.
Daredevil: With the help of Ridley, I believe...
Rose begins to get angry. She walks up to Daredevil so they are face-to-face.
Rose: If you ever, ever, mention Ridley's name in a tone that I deem inappropriate, I will rip your tongue out of your mouth.
Daredevil: Ok, ok. But it IS the message being spread about backstage. I was just the one to come out and tell you.
Rose: Listen, Daredevil. You really are a cocky one. Keep it up and I will make sure that you feel the wrath of Pain Inc. So if I were you, I would watch your step.
Daredevil: I'm not scared of Pain Inc.
Rose: Then you’re a bigger moron than you look. You will be...............
Rose drops the mic and moves toward Daredevil.
Daredevil: Um, I said that's the important announcement that I was to say to you. Goodbye!
Daredevil escapes Rose and makes a run for it. He then stops and turns around.
Daredevil: Oh, and Rose. That title looks nice around your waist. Shame that you'll be defending it against none other than me tonight in a match! See ya in the ring!
Take a Look Around hits again as Daredevil leaves. Rose looks as though she couldn't get more furious at Daredevil, and the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:20:52 GMT -5
Match 6: John Gotti vs Ridley
Words said at haste are frequently rued at leisure, but for Gotti the consequences are to be swift and more devastating than he could possibly have predicted…..
Philip: This is a singles contest, set for one fall……introducing first, from Long Island New York…..John Gotti!
The crowd has a field day as Gotti walks slowly to the ring; chants of “You’re gonna DIE” echo in his ears all the way to the ring. But despite it all Gotti’s pride will not let him back down, and he stells himself as best he can, waiting in the centre of the ring.
There’s a pause, a long pause, and some people wonder if Ridley’s too busy butchering the crew to attend his match; Gotti’s hopes start to rise, and then…..
GONG……
GONG…..
Truly the bell is tolling for Gotti, as the lights fail and mist swirls around the entrance.
Philip: And his opponent, from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama……Ridley!
The roar of Masamune overpowers that of the vocalist on “Monchromatic Stains” as Ridley strides to the ring; the front rows almost crush those behind in their efforts to stay as far away from the scything blade as they can. Ridley jumps up to the apron and fixes Gotti with a predatorial glare; he swishes the weedwhacker a bit, and then seems to decide that the fun will last longer if he uses his hands instead. Gotti is hugely relieved as Ridley discards the ‘whacker, but his trepidation returns as Ridley leaps over the ropes, rips off his cloak (tearing the hooks in his own flesh in the process) and charges. The ref jumps clear, Philip literally dives out between the ropes, and the match starts up on the spot.
Bell Rings.
Gotti has no intention of hanging around and letting Ridley beat him down; he too makes a dash for the ropes, but as he tries to slide out Ridley catches up and grabs him by the head, dragging him back into the ring. Gotti kicks and claws to try and get away, but Ridley only releases his grip so that he can start to stomp his foe instead. Gotti takes a couple of very nasty shots to the head before he’s able to roll aside and get up; Gotti realizes that he’s got to at least stun Ridley before he can make a dash and escape (Gotti is more concerned with surviving than entertaining any foolish notions of winning the match, which is probably the wisest thing to do). Gotti gathers his courage and his strength, and throws all his weight behind some massive blows to Ridley’s head and upper body; Ridley though is almost totally unaffected by this and sends Gotti to the mat with a single head – splitting punch. Some part of Ridley’s brain is still aware that this is technically a match, and Gotti gets a T – Bone suplex as he tries to get up. Ridley paces about, seemingly deciding on what torture to inflict next, and then grins maniacally as he pulls out something shiny from the waistband of his pants. The camera closes in, and the crowd reacts loudly as it’s shown to be a pair of scissors….the ref isn’t about to let Ridley use these unchallenged and he bravely attempts to remove them from the Lord of Darkness. The result is predictable; the ref gets a hand to the scissors, only to be grabbed around the neck and thrown into the turnbuckle; the ref bangs his head and is down, leaving Gotti unprotected. The crowd yells, now willing Gotti to get away in spite of his previous behavior, but Ridley moves in and Gotti roars in pain as Ridley scores his forehead with a myriad of cuts, each sending rivulets of blood down Gotti’s face and hair.
Gotti’s blood covers his face and Ridley’s hands; Ridley laughs again, that chilling terrible laugh, and then licks the blood off of the scissors, slicing his own tongue at the same time and making several people in the front rows physically sick. Despite everything though, Gotti still has fight left in him; he stands and then spears Ridley from behind, driving Ridley to the mat. Gotti rolls toward the ropes, but his leg passes just a fraction to close to Ridley, who shoots out an arm and grabs Gotti’s ankle. Gotti yells and desperately tries to drag himself free, but Ridley gets his other hand to Gotti’s foot and leers monstrously at Gotti, who makes the mistake of glancing behind him. Still lying on his front on the mat, Ridley laughs again, and then makes a quick movement of his hands – there’s a sickening CRACK, and Gotti screams in agony as Ridley completely wrecks the bones in Gotti’s foot, snapping them even through his wrestling boot. Still holding Gotti’s lower leg, Ridldy stands back up, pulling Gotti back into the ring;Gotti has tears of pain streaming down his face, but behind this there is also a fierce anger. Ridley draws Gotti closer – a bit too close – and Gotti jumps on his good leg to kick Ridley hard in the temple, sending him to the mat. The ref is back on his feet and Gotti sees this; he has a clear shot to escape, but his Italian pride gets the better of him….almost unbelievably he goes for a pin. He gets a 2 count, which in any other circumstance would be a considerable achievement – but here all it does it to eradicate any remaining shreds of control which Ridley retains. Gotti has little idea what happens next, as it’s all too quick; he feels a huge blast of pain as Ridley locks in a hold on his legs, and too late he realizes with horror that it’s a figure four – an inverted figure four. Gotti bucks and flails, now ignoring the waves of pain from his legs, but Ridley is intent on his chosen course of action and he punches Gotti in the head before applying the abdominal stretch. Gotti’s already screaming, but the real terror is only just about to start; Ridley runs his bloody tongue across his lips, and completes the Necroplasm with the Gantii choke. Gotti’s screaming becomes physically painful to those cllse by, and the ref takes this as a sign of submission; he waves urgently to the timekeeper and is already trying to get Ridley to release the hold before the bell even sounds.
Philip: Here is your winner…..Ridley!
The bell is still being frantically rung, but it makes not a jot of difference; Ridley laughs insanely as he keeps Gotti locked into the Necroplasm, and Gotti’s screams are becoming more and more desperate and agonized with every second. The ref yells for backup, and several more referees pile in and try to prise Ridley off of his foe. But Ridley’s hold is as strong as steel and they have no success – and now Gotti’s in very real danger; his screams have subsided, and instead he gurgles as the lack of oxygen and compression of the blood vessels to his brain become critical….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:22:13 GMT -5
Referee: Jesus! Quick, send in more people, this guy’s dying in front of us! Ridley, stop this, you’re going to kill him!
Ridley couldn’t give a damn; he simply continues to laugh, his tone rising with the fever in his twisted mind. Just behind the entrance curtain, a figure watches and shudders…..
Ridley wrenches with all his might, and Gotti is dragged back to consciousness, just for a moment or two; he stares at the people around him and screams a final, heartrending plea –
Gotti: AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGHHH! SOMEONE, PLEASE…….
His cry for help rips through the souls of everyone present, but no one knows what to do and the audience is yelling and screaming too, horrified at what they’re seeing; they can’t drag their eyes away, so nobody notices that someone else is on the scene until…..
Voice: HEY, RIDLEY! OVER HERE!
The voice is instantly recognizable, particularly to Ridley. His blazing red eyes snap forward to the space directly in front of the ring, and he and AK stare at one another through the ropes for what seems like an age to them, but is not more than a second at most.
AK’s interruption has the effect she intended; with a thunderous roar of fury, Ridley hurls Gotti aside and vaults the ropes. His psychosis is if anything now even more intense, and AK experiences a primal blast of terror combined with a surge of adrenaline. Knowing instantly that she has no chance of standing up to Ridley in this state, AK turns and runs as fast as she can, but Ridley seems to be borne on invisible wings and he sweeps down on her, pouncing and driving her hard to the metal floor of the ramp on the stage. AK tries to free herself, but Ridley’s strength is now utterly inhuman and he giggles in his crazed voice as he closes his hands around her neck and starts to throttle his one blood relative. AK thrashes, but in an already weakened state there’s little she can do, and her movements lessen as a blue tinge begins to spread around her lips……
Everything’s happened so fast that the refs in the ring have had no time to act, and it looks like they will be too late as they organize themselves for a belated charge….but then the sound of the audience changes again, and the camera swings back to the stage……
….where two people have become three, and the third is not there to watch a snuff movie.
Latino kicks Ridley in the head with a blow forceful enough to decapitate a normal person; this gets Ridley’s attention for a moment, and drawing power from a previously hidden internal source Latino forcefully drags him away from AK’s limp form. Ridley growls at this distraction, and swings back around, but Latino jumps in and physically separates Ridley from his intended victim. Ridley throws a monumental punch that makes Latino spin on the spot, but somehow he retains enough sense to turn that momentum back against Ridley and smashes a return blow into Ridley’s chest. Ridley’s too far gone to feel any pain as such, but even he can’t rewrite the physical laws of the universe; he unleashes blow after blow upon Latino, but somehow Latino stays on his feet, more by willpower than anything else, and Ridley can’t pass him. Bruises start to appear all over Latino’s face and chest, but he refuses to let Ridley bring him down; he pours all the feelings which he has kept locked away into his fists, and though he can’t do any damage to Ridley he absorbs the rage of Ridley’s assault, protecting AK as she recovers and gets herself moving. By the time she’s fully awake again, Latino is in a bad way; he’s grappling chest to chest with Ridley, his boots sliding backward as he desperately tries to hold the clawing, screaming nightmare back. AK darts forward to add her strength to the fight, but this just makes Ridley even more berserk and Latino yells in pain as Ridley sinks his fangs into his shoulder, causing blood to course down Latino’s back.
Latino: Chula….get out of here, quickly!
AK: But…what about you?
Latino: Don’t worry about that…..I don’t think I can hold him here much longer. Please, run, while you still can!
AK hesitates for a second, but realizes that she’s only inflaming the situation more; with a last fearful glance she rushes backstage, yelling at the top of her voice for security. Ridley bellows again, absolutely galvanized with rage, and he no longer cares whom he is attacking; Latino has exhausted all his strength in restraining Ridley to this point, and he has little left to protect himself as Ridley goes nuts with a flurry of Yakuza Kicks that finally take Latino off of his feet. Ridley continues to kick and stomp Latino against the metal, piling injury upon injury, but at last the refs and the remaining security personnel have got their act together, and Ridley is surrounded by about 20 men. Ridley attacks and takes several down, but the rest succeed in bringing his show – long rampage to an end by handcuffing his hands and feet. A battalion of Police are on hand, and the camera tracks them as the still shouting Ridley is carried away to spend the night in the cells; meanwhile, Latino too is carried out of the arena, but he goes with a different arm of the emergency services, and is taken straight to a waiting ambulance. As the medics load the stretcher in, Latino gazes toward the door of the arena, and places a hand over his heart; the driver starts to close the door of the vehicle……
Voice: Wait! Please, I’m coming with you…..
AK emerges from the shadows and jumps up into the ambulance; she takes Latino’s hand, and leans down toward him….just as the door is shut. So what passes between them remains a mystery as the vehicle pulls away and heads off into the night….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:24:54 GMT -5
Segment: The champ’s reply (Credit: TNT)
TNT is shown in his locker room sitting down with the newly won Lightweight Championship Drapped on his shoulder, drinking some water...
There is a sudden knock on the Door..
TNT looks confused and gets up and goes to the door to open it...and it is Jakie burning a hole in TNT with his staring as the crowd cheers at his sight.
TNT looks confused and looks behind him seemingly trying to find something out about the cold stare of jakie.
TNT: My man, you wanna say something?
TNT rubs his had over the lightweight title.
Jakie: Yeah I wanna say something T-N-T, I wanted to say that, I want a shot at the lightweight title...
TNT: Whoa, Whoa...you want a shot? At this title? What gives you the right you no character, nor interesting gimmick jackass! huh?!
Jakie: TNT, I'm glad to see that AK gave you what you deserved, a mouth cleansing of the fullest, and most Tropical...
Crowd Laughs and Cheers
TNT: Heh...yeah....that easy whore gave me a mouth cleansing alright, but I guess you should've gotton a cleansing when I RKO"d your orangatang ass through the motherfucking car...
Boos from the Crowd.
TNT: You heard what I said people! I said I RKO'D HIM Through a FRIKIN CAR!, Then you got your gimmickless ass owned by Kross....
TNT Pulls out one of Kross's Staff from an out of camera Angle and rolls his eyes mocking Kross and chanting retardedly, then comes back to his normal self and breaks the staff in half
TNT: You see that, Kross the reigning Lightweight champion was brutalized to the point that the source of his power could not help him as I pinned him 1...2...3 in that parking lot with your lil’ Monkey ass knocked out not knowing shit from Ice cream.
Jakie: Well, you can talk all you want boy, but I am going to face you one-on-one and beat you down and win that title, and spark a new reign of a more worthy champion!
TNT: Whoa whoa whoa, junior, hold up, lets not get crazy here, I know you just didn't say more worthy opponent, I mean you may be Mr. Roboto, going on your boyfriend London's orders, but your Ego is inflated more then AK and Yoko's Chests together Punk.
Jakie: Maybe you should be concerned what I just said, if I were you, I would..
TNT: NO! if you were me...you would have charisma, and YOU should be concerned about fixing yourself a nice tall glass of shut the hell up juice, courtesy of everyone's favorite Superstar T-N-T, but like I said, don't let your ego get you, if you do, I’ll just have to beat the crap outta you, like I probably will later on, if you cross the line, I'll give ya a word of advice jackass...if your boring cellulite ass is feeling salty, then I will be your tequila, so what I want you to do is sprinkle some salt on your hand, take a lick, and take a shot of the TNT, but don't get drunk, or else you'll wake up with the TNT's foot in your ass and his fist in your mouth, now that’s what YOU need to prepare for, if you want to try to handle the T-N-T..
TNT intimidates him and slams the door in Jakie's face, but Jakie is smiling, knowing that he will get his shot....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:26:23 GMT -5
Match 7: BK London vs Skurai – First Blood Match
After the chaos of the last match, the crowd has calmed down briefly, but they’re soon right back at boiling point as Philip prepares to announce the seventh contest.
Phillip: This match is a first blood match; the winner is the person who makes his opponent bleed before his opponent does the same to him. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York……BK London!
”Breathe” by Fabulous hits, and London heads out to the ring with a look of pure determination on his face. His fans cheer him loudly as always, but there are a few boos as well, his earlier actions having not found favour with all the audience members.
Then after a short pause “New Noise” begins to wail, and the crowd boos and jeers as Skurai makes his appearance on the stage.
Philip: And his opponent, from Sacramento Californina……Skurai!
Skurai is still quite bashed up from his Samhain match, but it’s the internal scars that are the most painful to him. If London has frustrations to take out, Skurai is even more wound up, and he looks intent on taking his opponent to pieces once the match begins. Skurai enters the ring and locks eyes with London; neither is in the mood to mess about, and both has more than ample experience in making people shed their blood both inside and outside the ring. The ref senses the hostility and decides to get things moving without delay.
Bell Rings.
Skurai and BK have only one thought in their heads; to extract blood from their opponent as quickly as humanly possible. To this end, Skurai takes the time – honoured route of repeatedly biffing BK on the nose; Skurai lands three or four hits, but this just give BK’s nose a bright red tinge. If this makes BK look a little like a clown then that clown’s name is Pennywise; BK’s inner rage pours forth and he kicks Skurai down to his knees before clawing at Skurai’s cheeks leaving long, angry streaks but not breaking the skin. The pair split up and face one another down again; Skurai charges, going for a Gore, but BK counters with his Yakuza Kick from hell. The ref checks Skurai carefully as he gets up, but it’s only Skurai’s pride that’s damaged, and he takes revenge immediately by stunning BK with a couple of kicks and then hitting the RKO. This floors BK, and lets Skurai put his plan into action; while the ref examines BK for injuries Skurai quickly loosens the turnbuckle cover at one of the posts before heading back to drag BK to his feet. Skurai pulls BK toward the corner, but BK is awake again and fighting back; Skurai changes tack and throws BK over into a German Suplex, but London holds on to Skurai, rolls the pair of them over and smoothly switches into an ankle lock. Skurai bites his lip in pain; BK can’t win the match this way but he’s keen to embarrass Skurai as much as he can. Skurai eventually crawls to and grabs the bottom rope; BK taunts Skurai, and Skurai’s expression sets into one of black steel. With uncanny speed Skurai dashes forward and clotheslines BK; BK gets up only to receive a second straight on top of the first. Skurai’s still running and he goes for a third clothesline; this time though a dazed BK just about counters with a desperation superkick, and both men fall. The ref looks for blood, but as yet there is none, and both men know that they have to be more creative if they want to win this particular match.
After a few moments of recovery, both men are up and ready for more. They lock up, and Skurai carefully works his way back toward the turnbuckle he prepared earlier. When they’re only a few feet away Skurai puts his foot to the floor and drives BK back as hard as he can to the turnbuckle; the impact dislodges the loosened pad, and Skurai keeps shoving BK repeatedly against the buckle, trying to open a wound on his back. BK yells with pain, and Skurai spins him around before trying the same thing on BK’s forehead, where Skurai knows BK has old injuries. BK can now see what Skurai has done; he protects himself with his hands, and Skurai decides he needs BK to be a little more co-operative. To this end, Skurai drags BK up the post, preparing for the 500 channels; BK’s fans shout and yell to try and get him to respond, and he does so in emphatic style; just before Skurai can complete his move, BK counters and turns it into an Alabama Slam that makes the crowd wince at the strength of impact. Skurai is badly stunned; now with the noise of the crowd pushing him on, BK heads to the ropes and springboards into a very high 450 splash. But the height, while impressive, also gives Skurai a critical extra second to react, and he moves so that BK misses and lands on his front. BK stands up, clutching his stomach, and Skurai has a clear run up for a second RKO. BK would be an easy target for a pin, but this is useless to Skurai; he thinks for a second, and then with a malevolent smirk he slides out of the ring and pulls the limp BK after him. Skurai shoos one of the event staff away and takes their chair; he stalks back toward BK, but as he approaches BK snaps his eyes open, grins, and grasps something under the ring. Skurai has a flashback to his match before Samhain with AK and jumps back; it isn’t a cat O’ nine tails this time, but a chair tastefully enhanced by the addition of some barbed wire. BK and Skurai stare for a moment, and then both yelling they charge one another down. There’s an almighty crash as the air meet, and when the camera fixes on them again both are on the floor. The ref is out of the ring; he looks at one, then the other, and then waves his arms. The bell rings, and everyone cranes to see who has come out on top……
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed….that the result of this match is a draw!
The camera zooms in, and it’s true; both Skurai and London are bleeding, Skurai from a wound to his arm and London from his scalp. The fans will argue this one on the internet for days, but the official decision is made. Skurai and London stare at one another, and for a second people wonder if they’re going to resume battle…..but London simply smiles at Skurai, looks at the blood on his barbed wire chair, and holds it up to the fans before exiting the ring. Skurai’s expression is both dark and clouded; he has gone from holding the company’s most prestigious title to being forced to a draw by a man he considers far beneath him (rightly or wrongly) on the wrestling ladder, and it’s clearly bothering him a very great deal as he stalks away, unable to look at the wound on his arm without feeling a pang of failure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:29:01 GMT -5
Match 8: Daredevil vs Alexandra Kaesar – ACW World Title Match (closing segment: Skurai)
It’s time for the final contest of the night. Rose is the hot favourite, but it remains to be seen just how much of a toll her match with Skurai has taken, and everyone’s expecting a strong main event to round off the evening.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our final match tonight is for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, from Cardiff, Wales……….Daredevil!
”Take a look around” plays, and DD comes out to a big pop; he knows this will be a tough match, but hope springs eternal and he’s not about to let Rose walk all over him. He reaches the ring and climbs the turnbuckles before warming up in the centre.
Then “Scars of Time” hits, and the crowd’s reaction, although not hugely positive, is floor shaking as Rose walks forward, title belt on her shoulder and every inch a world champion.
Philip: And his opponent, from St Petersburg, Russia……she is the defending ACW World Champion – Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!
Rose carries her title with ease and confidence; she’s still more than a little angry at DD, but she will have plenty of time to demonstrate that to him here. Rose steps through the ropes and walks right up to DD; words are exchanged but unheard, although it’s evident Rose is questioning DD’s credentials to challenge her. The referee takes the belt and holds it up; Philip takes it away with him as he leaves, and the crowd gets noisy as Rose and DD are face to face. Then in an instant Rose strikes with a forearm, DD comes right back, and the match is underway.
Bell Rings.
DD admires Rose’s achievements, and he’s under no illusions about her abilities; the pair exchange forearm and elbow shots at full power, and so Rose doesn’t get any early advantage from her opponent underestimating her. As such it takes several hits before either is in a position to attempt something more complex; DD moves in, sensing that Rose is feeling a little dizzy from his shots, but Rose won’t let him sneak in a move and the pair grapple, looking for an opening. DD pushes Rose back to the turnbuckle; Rose jumps up to the second rope and DD follows, but Rose shoves him away before he can grab on to something and then goes up to the top before moonsaulting off. Rose stays on top of DD for a pin, and DD kicks away well before 2. Both rise to their feet; Rose throws out a couple of left handed punches, but DD has noted her tendency from previous matches and jinks his head to one side before grasping Rose’s outstretched arm ad whipping her to the ropes. Rose rebounds and lowers her head, charging forward; DD takes the impact in his gut but steels himself and is only pushed back a few steps before he halts Rose and delivers a fast neckbreaker. DD pins as fast as he can; Rose has been caught out and DD gets a full 2 count before she breaks free. DD’s fans are making themselves heard now, and DD starts to get a little more confidence; he cheekily beckons Rose as she gets up, and Rose’s eyes flare with annoyance for a second. Then she smiles, and grants him his wish – Rose rushes forward, jumps in the air, and spins into a mighty airborne roundhouse that smashes into DD’s head with great force. DD falls, but keeps rolling so that he falls out of the ring, and Rose is denied the chance to end it there and then with a cover.
DD picks himself up and looks to the ring; Rose is standing just a little way from the ropes, watching him. Rose knows that DD can’t be counted out if he wants to win, so she ignores his calls to her to come and face him. When the ref gets to about 6, DD gets bored – he climbs up to the apron, and that’s when Rose strikes – she whirls around, runs forward and clotheslines him back off of the apron before leaping to the top rope and splashing down on to DD on the outside. The ref hasn’t stopped counting since DD originally left the ring, and Rose isn’t keen to let DD return; she puts her arm around him for her dragon sleeper, but DD senses the danger and converts it into an over the shoulder armdrag. DD rolls into the ring to stop the count in the nick of time, and then rolls right back out again; as Rose stands up, DD goes for another whip into the metal post but Rose reverses and it’s DD that takes the impact. Rose grabs DD’s shoulder and does her trademark ramming of it into the metal post; DD grimaces and pulls together enough strength to push Rose away before he picks her up and slams her into the thin outside mats. While Rose is on the mats, DD climbs swiftly up to the top of the turnbuckle post; he waits for Rose to stand and turn….but before he can jump, Rose charges into the post, taking an impact herself, but the vibration unbalances DD and his legs slip from beneath him so that he crotches himself on the turnbuckle. As water wells in DD’s eyes, Rose springs up to join him on the post; she looks behind her, and smiles……Philip and the rest only just evacuate the area around the timekeeping table before Rose superplexes DD and herself off of the turnbuckle, crashing down into the mass of furniture and shattering wood and twisting metal. The crowd roars, and it’s several seconds before Rose stands up and makes it back to the ring, stopping the count once more. Rose half expects the ref to stop the match there, but as the ref is about to leave the ring to check DD he picks himself up, looks at Rose, and then walks back to the ring, with several small cuts and bruises but not yet beaten. Rose raises her eyebrows and then the two face off once more, each now eager to end the match.
If Rose had failed to take DD entirely seriously before, she’s not doing so now; Rose moves about the ring with amazing speed, and DD has to use all the skill and reflexes that he has to protect himself from the worst of Rose’s huge kicks and punches. But he can see that Rose is tiring; after Samhain she didn’t start the match from 100% of her normal strength, and DD senses that he may have a chance, if he acts quickly. The pair rush one another, and DD jumps up and over Rose; Rose carries on to the ropes, but DD stops and waits….so that as Rose comes back he surprises her with a hurracanrana. As he brings Rose down, DD keeps moving; he reaches the ropes, leaps up, and springboards blind, fingers crossed. He’s ecstatic to see Rose doing just what he needs her to – running toward him – and the crowd roars as DD hits a perfect sunset flip. Rose’s shoulders are down the ref counts 1-2-th – no! Rose gets out just in time, and DD thumps the canvas in frustration, he was so close! DD’s disappointment has a knock on effect – he does not see Rose stand up again, now totally furious with herself for allowing DD to get within half a count of her belt, and now Rose shows what she’s truly capable of. She’s close to DD before he realizes it, and the Dragon Suplex she hits sends a vibration through the structure of the building that even those in the top tier feel. As DD is on one knee trying to stand, Rose uses the ropes for a slingshot and jumps into a massive dropkick directly to DD’s face. DD’s eyes roll; Rose pins, and DD gets an arm up just before 3 more on instinct than anything else. With the crowd making an extraordinary sound, Rose picks DD up and signals for the Mark of the Rose; the crowd pops, and Rose gets considerable height as she delivers the move, again shaking the foundations. Rose covers with one hand, and DD has nothing left to give as the ref counts the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner…..and still ACW World Champion, Alexandra Kaesar!
DD has put up a good fight, but in the end Rose has defended her title with style, and the crowd acknowledges this with some less negative shouting and general noise as she reclaims her belt from the referee and heads back to the locker rooms, her night’s work completed. DD has now competed for and lost the World title twice, but within his obvious disappointment he knows that the only way he will ever be able to one day claim that belt for his own is to keep pitting himself against those who have already ascended the mountain, and bit by bit he is moving closer to that day.
The final match is over, but there’s one more surprise for the crowd; as DD exits, the titantron comes to life one final time, and an unsteady shot of the backstage area is revealed…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 21, 2004 16:32:07 GMT -5
Backstage, loud crashing sounds are heard as the camera flashes to Skurai knocking over anything in his path. He is screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs as he continues his rampage tipping over tables and punching the wall. Wrestlers and crew members alike are backing away from him knowing now is not the time to piss him off.
Skurai: GOD FUCKING DAMN! I had everything I had ever wanted just last week. My belt, my pride, my fucking testicles. Everything was in my grasp. It all slipped away so easily. Now what do I do? I can’t even get a win over BK London!
Skurai begins to scream again and starts to punch the wall in front of him. By this point everyone has got the message to clear out. Skurai continues to punch the wall with each punch getting slower and less hard. He begins to slip down onto his knees, his face sliding in the dent in the wall he made.
Skurai: How did this happen? Why did this happen? Was it me? Did I cause this downfall? No, it couldn’t have been. It was them….
Before Skurai can finish his sentence he stands up in a rage and starts screaming again. This time he seems more out of control than before.
Skurai: ROSE! RIDLEY! ALL OF THEM! THEY DID THIS! IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THEM!
Skurai stops for a second and regains his composure. He than puts his back against the wall and slides down it.
Skurai: It doesn’t matter though. I have never been able to beat them. The way they move, it’s….inhuman. No matter what I do I could never be able to match Pain Inc. It has always been that way and shall always remain that way.
At this point Skurai hangs his head down in shame, mentally defeated. He sighs deeply having no faith in himself. But as Skurai gathers himself to leave he hears a strange whisper echoing throughout the halls….
Voice (softly): Come to me, Skurai…..
Skurai seems called to the voice as he gets up and starts walking toward it. As he follows it the halls grows narrower and darker.
Voice: Over here…..you’re getting closer….
This time the whisper sounds louder. With that Skurai begins to quicken his pace a little. He continues throughout the halls, unsure of what lies ahead.
Voice (loudly): Quickly! You are almost here….
The voice continues to echo as Skurai is now running. After a little while the voices abruptly stop; Skurai skids to a halt, looks around to see……. nothing. He looks somewhat disappointed and begins to walk forward. After only a few steps, a bolt of sensation runs through Skurai’s body as he feels he has stepped on something. Skurai backs up and looks down at what he has stepped on.
Skurai: What the hell?
A bloodstained cloak is on the ground before him. Skurai suddenly feels extremely nervous, but nevertheless he kneels down and lifts the material up a little. As he does so, the air around him becomes freezingly cold……but nothing like so malevolently icy as the voice he hears, right in his ear –
Voice: Welcome, young one.
A deathly white hand snakes out of the fabric and clutches Skurai’s face, its sharpened nails causing the blood to flow; Skurai screams in pain and terror, and the show cuts to black right there, Skurai’s cry echoing a second or two longer before it too is severed.
End of show.
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Post by scrawn on Oct 21, 2004 16:33:42 GMT -5
Great show, though I felt I should have won
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Post by ridley on Oct 21, 2004 16:34:29 GMT -5
Great show, though I felt Daredevil should've gotten his ass kicked worse.
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Post by Trainer kross on Oct 21, 2004 16:36:53 GMT -5
AK, I think I love you more wiht every show. Despite my not being there, this show rocked.
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Post by kain on Oct 21, 2004 16:44:19 GMT -5
Good show, nice to see i came back with a win, lol.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Oct 21, 2004 17:01:02 GMT -5
aw..I missed the show..>> great show. nice to see kain win a match ;D
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