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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:06:44 GMT -5
Torak slickly slides into the ring and he waits for Fury to turn around. Fury does so and Torak hits Fury with a Backbreaker. Fury holds his back in pain and rolls around the ring, Torak picks up BK from the mat by his throat. Torak then throat tosses BK over the top rope to the outside of the ring. BK falls onto his abdomen and he screams in pain. BK writhes in pain and Torak goes back on the assualt on Fury. He starts mount punching Fury and Fury begins to block the relentless assault. Torak picks up Fury and he delivers a Gutwrench Powerbomb to him, Torak gets up and he covers Fury but Fury kicks out. Torak gets up and Fury begins to stagger to his feet, Torak stands there as Fury uses Torak's tights to get to his feet slowly. Fury then hits Torak with stiff left punch, Torak is knocked slightly off of his balance and Fury hits him with another. Fury whips Torak into the ropes and Fury takes Torak down with an Arn Anderson like Spinebuster. Torak is out on the mat and so is Fury. The referee begins to count to 10. BK London is slowly making his way onto the apron but ever so slowly. Fury turns over and he puts his hand on the chest of Torak. The referee counts one, two, thr-- but Torak just kicks out. Fury wonders what will it take to defeat Torak, Fury picks up Torak and he goes for a German Suplex but Torak is too heavy to lift. Fury tries, BK then gets to a vertical base in the ring and he hits Torak with a Superkick. Torak drops to the mat and BK kicks Fury in the gut, BK then hits the Fameasser on Fury. Fury is out in the ring too and BK climbs up to the top rope, and he looks at both Torak and Fury. BK jumps off and he hits a perfect Pegasus Dive on Fury. Fury holds his chest and rolls out of the ring, BK holds his head in pain and he begins to get up. So does Torak, Torak grabs BK by his throat and he attempts a Double Handed Chokeslam but BK counters it into a Hurricarana. As BK comes down with the Hurricarana it spiked Torak's head on the ground knocking him out cold. BK sees the opportunity and he goes onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. BK hits the "From Brooklyn to London", his Cannon Ball Shooting Star Press, and he hooks Torak's leg to pick up the win.
Announcer: And the winner of this match, B-K London !!
BK rolls out the ring holding his abdomen and the crowd goes wild. The referee raises the hand of BK London and BK London jumps over the barricade and celebrates with the fans. Back in the ring Cordelia is attending to Torak while Fury is frustrated about his loss; London may be celebrating now, but what if either or both of his opponents decide to take revenge before Winter Discontent?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:08:24 GMT -5
Segment: Bob’s double title challenge (Credit: Bob)
The scene is Bob sitting slumped down by his locker room, with two empty Orange Zima Six Packs. His eyes are glazed over and he’s just staring into space. Kevin Anderson walks by Bob and stops to talk to him, going into his interviewer mode.
Kevin: I’m sitting here with the Current Light Weight Champion, and number one contender for the Entertainment Title, Bob Di`Las. Now Bob how does it feel to be the number one contender after such a sketchy win over Predator?
Bob shakes his head and notices Kevin. He looks him up and down.
Bob: You’re not Daredevil!
Kevin: Um, no Bob I’m not.
Bob: Well that coward didn’t show up! Daredevil became a good guy after Surion beat him like a red headed step child. So I figured that I would invite him over to my place, put a camera in front of us, and do some witty banter. Oh wait! This is Daredevil we are talking about, so scratch the witty banter part! I even brought him some Orange Zima too!
Bob then gestures to the empty bottles.
Bob: But since he didn’t show up, I drank his share! You know what is great about Orange Zima? It has more personality then him!
Bob then stops to laugh at the joke he made. He then falls over in his chair. Kevin acts very casual as if he has done this before. After about 10 seconds Bob stands up.
Bob: But don’t worry Kevin! Before hand I bought a Daredevil action figure because action figures are cool! Now I can talk to him today. I figure it will be just like talking to Daredevil considering they both share the same brain cell.
Bob then picks up off the ground in his left hand a Ben Affleck Action Figure dressed in his costume from the Daredevil Movie.
Kevin: Um Bob, I think that is the wrong Daredevil.
Bob then looks very hard at the Ben Affleck Action Figure.
Bob: Well that explains why I didn’t vomit on sight of this! Oh well he will do. Anyway how are you doing today DD?
Bob then tries, but fails very badly at being a ventriloquist. You can tell his lips are moving as he moves the Ben Affleck Action Figure around to act like it’s talking. He uses a very girly and sissy voice.
Bob as DD: Why good day to you my chap! I am doing very swell today, though I’m still recovering from the Clap I got from Rena. All and all, today is a good day to lose my Entertainment Championship!
Bob as Himself: Well DD, I would have to agree with you on that. In fact, I’m so sure of it, that I asked Chairman Ginger to cancel my match with Fallensouls, and make it me vis you for the Entertainment title, tonight! And also, I am so sure that I’ll beat you for the ET Title, I’m putting my Lightweight Title on the line as well. That’s right, tonight will be a match for both the Entertainment Title and the Lightweight Title! You DD, should feel lucky for being in such a match.
Bob as DD: Wow Bob! It will be an honor to be in such match and lose. I’m not even sure if I need to show up. Please go easy on my fragile body! My “Life Partner” would be so upset.
Bob as Himself: And who might your Life Partner Be?
Bob as DD: Oh, He-Man!
Bob then picks up another Action Figure in his left hand. This time it’s He-Man. During this whole time Kevin hasn’t yet lost his professional composure, this almost makes him lose it.
Kevin: Oh god…<br> Bob puts both action figures close to each other. He uses a deep, burly, man voice for He-Man.
Bob as He-Man: That’s right Bob! I love Daredevil with all my heart! I have always been into the sissy, girly type. So please don’t hurt my boy toy!
Bob as Himself: Don’t worry He-Man. This will be a quick match!
Bob as DD: He-Man! Thank you for looking out for me!
Bob as He-Man: Anything for you!
Bob then puts the two action figures together and makes kissy noises. Kevin is silently wondering if a Kindergarten teacher might not be better suited to his job.
Bob as DD: Oh He-Man! You indeed have the power of Grey Skull!
Kevin finally has had enough and decides to get back to his questions.
Kevin: If you don’t mind Bob, can you stop playing with your dolls?
Bob: Action Figures!
Kevin: Right, “Action Figures”, and please answer some questions?
Bob then tosses his Action Figures to the wayside and pays full attention to Kevin.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:08:59 GMT -5
Bob: Sure Kevin, what’s on your mind?
Kevin: Last week Hunter interfered in your match with Predator. His actions made you the Number One Contender. How does it feel to have another sketchy win under your belt?
Bob: Well Kevin, Hunter will pay for what he did. I could have beaten Predator on my own, simple as that. I do disagree with how I won, but I have to move on. Know this - After the PPV when I beat BK Lite for the Lightweight title, Predator gets a shot at my Entertainment Title the very next show. He may have been on the short end of the stick this time, but I will make it up to him. As for Hunter, he is so on my to-do list. I plan to beat him too once I get an open night for a match.
Kevin: Fair enough. Now do you really mean to put your title on the line against Daredevil in your match with him tonight?
Bob: Of course I do! Didn’t you just see the conversation I had? Should I show you again?
Kevin: Please don’t…..
Bob: Anyway, yes I will be putting my Title on the line tonight! Daredevil can hide all he wants but tonight I will be the first ACW Wrestler ever to hold two Single titles! Now excuse me Kevin, I have a match to win.
Bob then starts walking in the direction away from the arena.
Kevin: Um. wrong way Bob.
Bob then turns around and goes the right way.
Bob: Kevin you are a great man!
Bob weaves off down the corridor a little way until abruptly collapsing to the floor. Kevin jogs up and glances down at him; he sighs, looks both ways, and then tries to stand Bob up again. It’s tricky, as Bob’s legs are like jelly; Kevin staggers along with Bob, intitally heading for the medical facilities, until he notices where he is and has another idea. Kevin stops at a door and knocks, waiting until the door is opened to him.
AK looks at the pair of them and raises her eyebrows.
AK: What in the blue hell happened to him?
Kevin: About 3 litres of Orange Zima.
AK: Jesus. Come on, I’ve got a bath full of ice water run that I was going to use on Latino….we’d better give Bob the same treatment. Try and keep the noise down, Victor’s sleeping……[/i]
Kevin hauls Bob into the room, and the door closes. Only the sound of what’s going on within can be heard….
Bob: Wow, the arena isn’t as big as I thought….
AK: Now just relax, Bob. You’re going to have a little dip to help you clear your head.
Bob: A dip? With you? Brilliant!
Kevin: No, that’s not the idea. Stop trying to take your pants off…..
Bob: Hey, no offence Kevin, but you’re not my type-
There’s a loud splash, followed by –
Bob: YEAAAAGGGGHHHH!
There’s the sound of more splashing, then:
Latino: Wha…….? Whazzat?.......Mami, I don’t feel so great…..
The sound of an innder door being opened.
…………………BOB!! ARE YOU HITTING ON MY CHULA?!.........and..KEVIN?!
AK: Oh heck, he was supposed to be sleeping off those painkillers!
Latino: SANTA MARIA!............KEVIN?....Bob I could sorta understand, but….KEVIN?!!!
Crashes are heard in the room; then the door is flung open and Bob rushes out, soaking wet and instantly sobered up by the sight of a deeply furious Latino. Latino sticks his head out the door.
Latino: And don’t come back, you! Now, where’s-
Latino slumps back to the ground. Kevin steps over him on his way out; he now seems to be nursing what will turn into a nice shiny black eye in a little while.
Kevin: Um, sorry about that Alicia.
AK; Never mind, Kevin. Are you alright?
Kevin nods.
AK: Good. Go and get yourself a dry shirt, I’ll handle this from here.[/i]
AK pulls Latino back into their room and closes the door; Kevin turns to the camera and smoothes his wild and wet hair down.
Kevin: This is Kevin Anderson, for ACW, signing off.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:11:39 GMT -5
Match 6: FallenSouls vs ??
The crowd is still laughing from the shenanigans backstage when “Boldly going nowhere” hits, and Fallensouls heads down to ringside. He has a mic in hand as he enters the ring.
Fallen: All right, so Bob has decided that he doesn’t want to face me…..I can understand if he’s a coward, he wouldn’t be the first. But I am still determined to demonstrate my power tonight….so this is an open challenge to anyone backstage. If you think you can take me, get your ass out here and make a name for yourself!
There’s a pause; Fallen paces backward and forward in the ring, until suddenly “Metal Health” bursts into life, and Hardcore Jay walks out into the arena lights. He too has a mic alongside his customized steel chair.
Jay: Now that sounds like my kind of match! I accept, Fallen – so get ready!
Jay throws down the mic and charges to the ring; a ref hops in, Jay drops his chair to the outside and the pair are fighting before the timekeeper has a chance to react.
Bell Rings.
Punches are thrown furiously between the two men; Fallen isn’t looking for a long or artistic match – all he wants is to beat Jay to a pulp, and that suits Jay down to the ground. Fallen strikes the first heavy blow of the match with a swift DDT, but Jay is up again immediately and whips Fallen into the corner. Jay steams in like a locomotive, ramming his shoulder into Fallen; he stands on the first rope and the fans count along with him as he delivers a 10 – punch, with each blow harder than the last. On completing this he drags Fallen up to the second rope; he’s ready for a superplex, but Fallen holds on and Jay can’t lift him clear. Fallen then makes things much worse for Jay by grabbing his arm and jumping over the ropes; Jay cries out as his arm is twisted and wrenched, and Fallen goes on to grasp Jay by the head and start hammering his forehead against the top turnbuckle. Jay starts to get dizzy; Fallen lets him stagger back from the corner a little way and then produces a superb arcing senton from the post to crush Jay to the mat. Fallen pins and gets a 2 count, but Jay forces his way out strongly and taunts Fallen. The fiery Korean won’t stand for this; he runs forward, and Jay catches his arm to whip him to the ropes. Fallen spring back, but Jay catches him and delivers a huge jumping powerbomb that makes the crowd gasp. Jay pins and tries to hook the leg, but Fallen won’t allow it and he rolls away, kicking out at Jay as he does so. The men circle one another, but Jay can’t bear to hang back for long; he rushes Fallen and goes for a crossbody, but Fallen braces himself, catches Jay and reverses it into a strong slam. Fallen stays down for a cover and again gets a 2 count, and Jay finds his feet before Fallen can capitalize any further.
Jay and Fallen grapple briefly, but it’s not a style that either of them favours and they quickly shift back to a more normal punching and kicking strategy. The battle moves close to the ropes; now Jay decides to use one of Fallen’s own tricks against him, and goes for an arm wrench over the ropes; but Fallen reads it well and jumps at the same time so that both men end up on the opposite side of the ropes, standing on the apron. Fallen smashes Jay with a punch from the arm he isn’t holding; as Jay reels, Fallen looks down and sees Jay’s chair lying close to the outside. Fallen smiles, and the fans get loud as he sets up his fallaway slam; the pair seem to hang in the air for a second before Fallen slams Jay on to his own weapon of choice. The ref isn’t close enough to see the chair, and Fallen hurriedly bundles Jay back into the ring, keen to get the pin and the win wrapped up. Fallen pins, 1,2, - no! Jay’s arm is up, and the crowd is cheering with great gusto for Jay, who kips up and throws his arms in the air to fire up before launching another string of huge punches against Fallen. With the crowd behind him, Jay piles on the blows until Fallen looks quite dazed; his heart pounding, Jay prepares for the Last Call…..he sets Fallensouls up in a DVD position, and prepares to convert it into a reverse DDT on the way down, but Fallen has objections to the plan and he struggles free. Jay has a second plan; he runs forward, going for his running inverse neckbreaker, but Fallen raises up a booted foot and Jay runs on to it. Fallen brings him down with his silence scissor kick, and Jay falls to the mat; with clinical precision Fallen springs from the nearest corner into his Defiance of Death (Corkscrew Moonsault), and the combination attack is just too much for the brave Jay to overcome before the 3 count is made.
Philip: Here is your winner…….Fallensouls!
Fallen makes a quick exit after grabbing the win; Jay may have been pinned, but the crowd still applauds loudly and he holds up his arms in a salute to them, pacing around the ring. He picks up his chair as he too makes his way out, and both Jay and the crowd are certain that his first win is just around the corner.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:13:24 GMT -5
Segment: Losing it all (Credit: Skurai)
The scene at first is nothing but static; but the sound of chairshots and lighttubes breaking is heard. As the camera zooms out a TV screen is shown with Skurai .vs. Bladeshadow at the KOTDM. A loud gulping is heard as the camera zooms back even more to show a table covered in empty scotch bottles. Most of the room can be seen now as it looks to be someone’s living room. A loud crashing sound and the chants of “HOLY SHIT!!” can still be heard from the TV. A familiar voice growls over the sounds from the tv.
?: The fucking prime of my career.
The camera spins around to reveal Skurai slouched down in a chair with a bottle of scotch and a glass at his side. His appearance looks even worse than when Asmodeus was in him. His eyes seem glued to the television but than suddenly turns toward the camera.
Skurai: This is what the once feared and powerful Skurai is reduced to. Sitting here watching his greatest pieces of work for the past three days. I have been fired from what I love……wait no, what I once loved. Now it is meaningless to me. I have realized that just from sitting here.
Skurai stops for a moment and pours more scotch into his glass and drinks it all.
Skurai: Do you so called fans know what it is like to make it into the business? Ever since I was a little boy wrestling has been my dream. Everyday I would watch it and just imagine working in front of millions of people and winning a major title. When I was twelve I started a backyard wrestling federation with my friends. That’s when I learned that it truly was my passion. Though none of us were ever good we just fucked around and nearly killed ourselves. One thing led to another and we were forced to break up the federation. I still practiced wrestling for another two years until I was sixteen. I than entered a training school. Everyday I would bruise, sprain, tear, or break something just for what I love. I didn’t only hurt myself physically but in other ways too. Do you know what it is like to be the only person who wants to get a career in pro wrestling at your high school? People rejected me and thought I was a loser and wrestling was fake. They didn’t even believe me when I showed them some of my cuts and bruises. But a long and painful year later I graduated, the top student of my class. I thought that would be the end of my long and hard journey but that was only the beginning. I was wrong.
Skurai drinks straight out of the bottle this time and chugs the whole thing down. After the bottle is empty he throws it behind him and a loud sound of shattering glass is heard.
Skurai: My hell started to really begin. I was forced to move away from my hometown and into the mid-west to do Indy shows. I left behind the few people who actually had some feelings left for me. I was never really popular with the fans until I was booked in something other than a regular match. They started to love me for nearly killing myself for their fucking pleasure. Sure I was still a semi-good technical wrestler but they didn’t want that. They wanted my head on a god damn silver platter. Recognition came from me as the man who would do anything to impress the fans. At the time I was happy just to be getting popular. I soon started to win belts and such and getting paid higher. The downside was the injuries were also getting more and more damaging…. scars began to cover my deforming body. I still thought it was worth it though just to do what I loved. Later I was booked in a sixty minute Ironman match where I took a Psycho Driver off the apron onto the concrete. I landed straight on my head and broke my neck. You know what the fans did however? They chant my opponent’s name! As I laid there I remember thinking where’s my credit for this? Where the fuck is MY fame? I nearly might never be able to fucking walk again and all I get is a fucking paycheck for four hundred dollars! As I went to the doctor’s office they told me never to wrestle again. Of course I only listened to them for about five months before stepping back in the ring. Luckily for me it did heal over time. By that time I was twenty-one and one of the biggest names on the Indy circuit. Than one day ACW found me.
Skurai spits onto his rug as a smile grows across his face.
Skurai: People started to tell me, “Skurai, now it is finally your chance to make into the business! You’re a huge step closer to your dream!” I decided to fly home to personally tell my parents that I had finally made it…….
He pauses, and he shudders as a pain which has never even come close to healing sinks its poisoned fangs into him, before continuing.
Skurai: When I arrived however I learned of some terrible news. They had died….. in car accident a few nights previously. I didn’t get the message because I was working a show and I hadn’t been able to get to my apartment for about a week. I missed my parents last moments due to wrestling…….. you people can’t even comprehend the sorrow I felt. I thought I should have given up right there and I should have. My pride however told me not to. I accepted the ACW contract and within a month was one of their top stars. I was involved in quite possibly the biggest feud in ACW history with Ridley and Rose. My fame however didn’t come through pure wrestling but yet again by the means of sacrificing my body. I dove off a fucking ladder onto a cell and it shattered. Afterwards I soon won the Entertainment Title and lost it on my first defense. It didn’t bug me till later….. this is when I started to realize maybe something is wrong. I then turned against the fans and became up there with the evils such as Pain. Inc. I than did it. I became ACW Champion. Everything was going great up until my first PPV as champ. I lost the belt to Rose and got my balls nearly destroyed by Ridley. I sold my soul to Asmodeus thinking I could get revenge but that failed on me like everything else. I kept losing and losing. Than on Warfare I lost against RDK and got fired. I got fucking fired. Everything went down the drain as quickly as that. I thought oh maybe the fans will help me back. They did jack shit. If someone like Latino or RDK got fired you know what would happen? A huge Internet petition to get them back? With me however I haven’t heard a goddamn thing from anyone. I bled to get to where I was. I should be fucking dead right now. My whole body shows the scars of what I had to give up to reach where I was. What do I have now? Fucking nothing!
Skurai looks as if he is ready to explode as he stands up out of his chair. He slams his glass on the floor as he looks up at the camera.
Skurai: I am sitting in my fucking house watching old fucking tapes of me killing myself! The passion, which I had once had, has become my hatred. The people whom I thought would have supported me have abandoned me. Everything I have now will probably soon be gone. So I am saying this as my last message to you the fans and the roster. Fuck each and every one of you. I hope to see you all rotting in hell with me because than I know for a fucking fact that hell won’t be so bad.
The scene fades out with Skurai slouching back down into his chair.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:16:14 GMT -5
Match 7: Daredevil vs Bob (ACW Lightweight / Entertainment Title Match)
No one’s quite sure what will come of this match, and there’s a chatter of excitement as Philip gets down to business.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a double Entertainment and Lightweight title match, set for one fall. Introducing first, the ACW Entertainment Champion – from Cardiff, Wales, Daredevil!
”Take a look around” hits, and Daredevil comes out with his belt held high. Despite being given very little warning of the match, he looks focused and set on taking both belts for himself. He enters the ring and stretches to warm himself up.
Then “Stomp it to my beat” hits, and a dried – off Bob comes out to a reasonable pop, despite his recent less than stable behaviour.
Philip: And his opponent, from Los Angeles California…….the ACW Lightweight Champion, Bob Di’las!
Bob seems to wince a bit at the strobing lights of his entrance, but a healthy dose of shock from the cold water and angry Victor have done wonders for his mental state, and he dashes to the ring looking more than ready for battle. DD is also ready, and the ref holds up both belts to signify the importance of the match.
Bell Rings.
The man rush one another; Bob tries to surprise DD by dropping to the mat and going for a leg sweep, but DD jumps upward and comes down to deliver a dropkick to Bob as he sits on the mat. Bob collapses backward and DD makes a pin; he gets 2 for his efforts, and any fuzz left in Bob’s head is knocked away by the physical blow and the realization of how close he came to losing his title in a most embarrassing fashion. Bob turns on the style; his punches and kicks have a rhythmic, almost poetic flow to them and he makes Daredevil dizzy before executing his people run. Now it’s DD’s turn to get a wake up call; he too breaks out at the 2 count, and there’s a buzz of excitement from the crowd as the match continues at high velocity. For several minutes slams and punches, suplexes and kicks are bandied back and forth between the pair; there are several close calls, and no one wants to try and predict who will eventually come out on top. Such is the fire, the intensity of the combat that it can’t last; Bob and DD rapidly drain one another of energy, and DD makes a grab for the double glory by going for the Stunt Bomb. It hits, but Bob somehow just beats the count; a little more scrapping is followed by Bob nailing the Dance – Breaker on to DD, but he too digs into uncharted territory and finds the will to kick out at 2.99 recurring. Both men get up; they pause for a moment, searching for a new plan of attack, but suddenly the crowd gets very noisy indeed. Bob never even sees Jake Cheng’s approach; he takes a chairshot to the head from behind. The ref shouts angrily, but everyone is stunned and appalled when the ref also gets clobbered remorselessly by Jake. DD tries to disarm Jake, but Jake boots him in the gut and gives him the same treatment as the other two. With the referee deliberately taken out, the timekeeper takes the initiative and rings the bell, whispering urgently to Philip who is sitting alongside. Philip quickly gets to his feet
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the timekeeper has declared this to be a no – contest-
Philip doesn’t get any further; the deranged Jake is out of the ring and cracks the chair over his head and Philip crumples to the floor. The crowd boo this action very loudly indeed; Jake jumps back into the ring, and goes head to head with both Bob and DD, who are back on their feet and livid at his actions. The fight looks like it’s about to get really nasty, but after the earlier incident with Blade Ginger has security on standby, and they hurtle to the ring to break the fight up. Ginger comes out on to the stage with a mic and stares at the three men.
Ginger: ENOUGH! I can see where this is going…..the three of you are determined to take each other to pieces, is that it? Well if that’s the case, then you can do it in a way that will entertain all our ACW fans, at Winter Discontent! You three are going to have a match…..a very special match. See, just like tonight both the Entertainment and Lightweight titles will be on the line….but the match will have two falls. The first fall for the Lightweight Belt……and the second for the Entertainment Belt. And the defending champion does not have to be pinned to lose their title…..now I suggest the three of you go and try to calm down, because you’re going to need all your wits about you at the PPV! Now leave my ring so this show can continue!
Ginger stalks off; and the camera fades out on the three men staring at one another as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:18:36 GMT -5
Segment: A broken friendship (Credit: Yoko)
Yoko Satoshi approaches a large door, with the words "ACW Divas" written on it in sparkly gold letters. She pauses in front of it momentarily, then decides to enter.
As she enters, Rena's new diva prospects all stop what they're doing, and stare at her.
Yoko: Um..I need to talk to Rena. It's important.
Rena comes out of a door in the back of the room.
Rena: ...Yoko.
Yoko: Rena, I need to talk to you. About the last time we saw each other.
Rena turns to the other divas.
Rena: I'll be right back, girls. I'm going to step outside for a moment.
She and Yoko walk out of the room and close the door.
Rena: Well?
Yoko: You...Didn't frame me.
Rena: I know I didn't.
Yoko: This is hard for me, I'm sorry for accusing you.
Rena: I'm sorry for accusing you too, Yoko.
Yoko beams a large smile at her.
Yoko: So we can be friends again, right?
Rena shakes her head.
Rena: No, we can't. What happened between us shows that we can't trust each other. It was a simple misunderstanding, but we accused each other.
Yoko's head drops.
Rena: Also, you...nearly killed me. I think you're more than unstable. You're not who I thought you were. I'm sorry, but we just can't be friends. Goodbye.
She goes back into the room and closes the door in Yoko's face. Yoko turns slowly and sulks down the hallway back to the Demon Pit.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:20:40 GMT -5
Match 8: Latino vs Hunter (ACW International Title Match)
After all the chaos with the Lightweight and Entertainment titles, it’s time for something considerably more straightforward. The EMTs are still attending to Philip, so despite his protests that he’s “Ok really” Kevin Anderson rounds off a busy night by filling in for him on announce duties.
Kevin: The following match is set for one fall, and is for the ACW International Championship! Making his way to the ring, the challenger…..from Rochester, NY…..Hunter!
The fans boo Hunter as he comes out with his tag title on his shoulder; following his comments on Warfare, Hunter now has to put his money where his mouth is. This doesn’t look like it will be a problem; Hunter stalks down to the ring and slides in radiating total confidence and flipping off the fans without so much as a hint of concern.
Then “Lowrider” hits, and the fans respond with wall – shaking cheers as Latino comes out into the spotlights.
Kevin: And his opponent, the defending ACW Lightweight Champion….from New York, Latino!
Latino holds his own belt as he comes to the ring, basking in the fan’s support; he too seems to have finally shaken off the last of his “tiredness”. He jumps up on to the apron and springs over the three ropes at once; he sees Kevin standing there and heads over to apologize for the earlier incident.
Latino: Hey esse, I’m sorry about the black eye, I wasn’t really with it just then.
Kevin: Oh, forget about it, no major harm done.
Latio pats Kevin on the back and then turns back to his opponent; Hunter smirks and folds his arms, and Latino simply smiles back. The referee holds up the belt and nods to the timekeeper.
Bell Rings.
Hunter runs in quickly, trying for a hit and run attack; but Latino is practically back to 100%, and he sidesteps without too many difficulties. Hunter reaches the ropes and stars the return journey; Latino prepares for a backbody drop, but ducks down a touch early. Hunter pulls up and kicks out, striking Latino in the face; Hunter keeps kicking viciously and Latino suffers several hits before he is able to get back up. Latino decides that he can’t allow Hunter’s strong start to continue; he regroups and comes back at Hunter with short, sharp punches designed to inflict a stream of constant pain on his opponent. Hunter blocks as best he can until Latino switches and uses a “slashing” motion with his left leg to pull Hunter’s right foot from under him; Hunter is momentarily unbalanced and Latino sends him to the canvas with a dropkick. Latino covers, and Hunter kicks before 2. Both men are up in the blink of an eye; they exchange an insult or two before moving in to grapple. Latino looks to have slightly greater physical strength at this point, but Hunter skillfully turns himself around and drops to one knee, armdragging Latino over his shoulder. The fans shout for Latino to kick as Hunter pins, and he obliges them at 2; Hunter looks a tad frustrated, but he restrains his anger and instead shoves Latino over to apply his Camel Clutch. Hunter exerts as much force as he can as he holds Latino; Latino grimaces at the pain, but the fire in his eyes just seems to get brighter and more by sheer will than anything else he inches forward until he can get a hand on the rope. Hunter has to abandon the hold and goes right back to some straightforward kicking, but this time Latino has a plan to handle this and he grabs Hunter’s leg, buying time for him to stand up. Hunter jumps and kicks with his free leg, but as he does so Latino ducks and throws his body, rolling in the opposite direction. Hunter yells as they crash to the mat, his leg badly wrenched, and Latino smiles as he stands back up and beckons Hunter forward again.
Hunter’s a little more cautious in his approach this time round; he and Latino circle slowly, and each time one makes a move forward, the other moves back….until Hunter successfully tricks Latino into doing this once too often, and delivers his Twist of Fate totally unopposed. Hunter pins, and the count passes 2; the fans are becoming slightly agitated, and a few chants of “Let’s go Victor *clap clap clapclapclap*” are heard bouncing around the interior of the arena. Latino is not the kind to “forgive and forget”, and Hunter gets a diamond cutter in return for his actions, which earns Latino a count of very similar length to that just given against him. The two men clash again in the centre of the ring – thunderous blows are exchanged until Hunter makes a move and DDTs Latino to the mat; he goes for an elbow drop but Latino rolls neatly aside and Hunter misses. The battle continues at a frenetic pace; Hunter manages to get behind Latino and delivers a mighty german suplex, and moves to follow it with the sphere of death; but as he’s building up speed he gets just a bit too close to the ropes and Latino is able to hook his legs around them to stop the move in its tracks. So Hunter turns around again and gives Latino another modified neckbreaker as he drops to the mat; Hunter drags Latino away from the ropes and covers, only for Latino to kick fiercely at 2.5. Latino stands back up, and stares at Hunter; Hunter glares back and charges him, but Latino stands firm and Hunter staggers back from the impact. Latino starts to shake his shoulder and the crowd roars; in desperation, Hunter moves in close and tries to daze Latino enough for the Hunter’s Revenge. But Latino blocks and lands a huge punch of his own, followed by a vertical suplex; instead of going for the triple suplex combo, Latino runs to the corner and raises his arms before leaping up for a high – altitude frog splash. It connects, and Hunter is unable to do anything to prevent the 1-2-3 count.
Kevin: Here is your winner……Latino!
The crowd cheer loudly, and Latino climbs the turnbuckles to salute them; Hunter has acquitted himself well, but in the end it was a step too far for him to take at this time. Hunter takes back his own belt and leaves; Latino watches him from the corner of his eye, and understands that Hunter is only going to improve with time. The next time they meet could be very different….but for now, Latino simply enjoys his victory, and the fans are still cheering as the show goes to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:22:53 GMT -5
Segment: Where your loyalties lie (Credit: Yoko)
Yoko Satoshi storms into the Demon Pit, quick enough to alarm Rose.
Rose: Yoko, what's wrong?
Yoko: Rena.
Rose: What happened? Did she do something to you?
Yoko lifts her head and makes eye contact with Rose, her own eyes full of tears.
Yoko: I apologized to her. I apologized, and I told her I wanted to be friends again. She blew me off and insulted me! After I apologized!
Rose: She's just that sort of person, Yoko.
Yoko: But I thought that since I uncovered BK, we would be friends again...
Rose reaches out to Yoko and holds her head against her shoulder, letting her cry.
Rose: There there. Don't worry about it. You're a special girl, Yoko. You...You can compete with the strongest of men. You can overcome any problem. Rena isn't worthy of your friendship.
Yoko pulls her head back and wipes her eyes.
Yoko: Thanks, Rose. I feel a little better.
Rose: Anytime. We have a very...Close, relationship, don't you agree? Like a mother and a daughter.
Yoko: Yeah...
Rose: I've been meaning to ask you something, Yoko. Let's say that perhaps you had a chance to take my title, what would you do? Where would your loyalties be?
Yoko: I've always wanted the belt...A lot.
Rose: I know, that's why I'm asking. Your lust for the World title once took priority over everything in your life.
Yoko: It's still really high up there... But like you said, you're like a mother to me. Here in America, you're the only person I have. I couldn't take the belt from you, ever. My loyalties are with you.
Rose smiles.
Rose: That's a good girl. You go find something to dry your eyes, now.
Yoko nods and goes to her room in the Demon Pit.
Rose drops her smile. She walks over to Ridley's throne where the World Title is draped, and she grabs it and sits down. She looks at it, then at Yoko's room, and sighs.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:24:04 GMT -5
Match 9: Surion vs Alexandra Kaesar (ACW World Title Match)
It’s been a frenetic night, even by ACW standards, and after Warfare there is huge excitement in the crowd about the main event as Philip steps into the ring, professional as always despite his ordeal earlier.
Philip: This is the final match of the evening…..and it is for the ACW World Title! Introducing first, the challenger……the Hand of Albion, Surion!
”Fuel” hits, and Surion gets a massive pop as he enters the arena. He practically runs to the ring; he’s been waiting for a chance like this for many months, and he’s determined to make the most of it.
Philip: And his opponent, the defending champion…..from St Petersburg, Russia, Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!
”Scars of Time” hits, and Rose walks out, her belt around her waist and looking like a true ACW legend. She keeps her sights fixed on Surion; she is ready to begin what she pledged on Warfare, and she remains devoid of expression or emotion as the belt is taken and held up. Surion also is under no illusions about the task he faces, and there is no need for any words as the ref signals for the match to commence.
Bell Rings.
There’s a brief staredown to begin things; Surion refuses to break eye contact with Rose, knowing that even such a small action as this could psychologically influence things in the champion’s favour. They move in on one another and lock up; there are several attempts at different holds, but each time one tries something the other twists themselves free. Surion quickly decides that he’s not yet practiced enough to beat Rose on a technical level, so he changes his strategy and unleashes a burst of rapid – fire kicks to the gut that make Rose grunt a little. Surion’s flying feet mean that Rose has difficulty getting close enough for a take – down move of her own, and Surion pushes her backward until abruptly going for a DDT. But Rose counters and is now close enough to lift and throw Surion with a fast snap suplex; Surion jumps up and gets a repeat performance for his troubles. This time Rose goes for a cover, but Surion kicks out strongly and is already charging to the ropes as Rose finds her feet. Rebounding, Surion leaps up and pulls off the tiltawhirl headscissors to a big crowd pop; he dives in for a cover of his own, but Rose shoves him off without ceremony and starts stomping the proverbial mudhole into his chest and gut, making good on her promise to dismantle any and all opposition. Surion takes quite a lot of punishment, so it’s fortunate that his training with RDK has toughened him up to this kind of straightforward attack, and he picks himself up a little more sore but no less determined. Rose raises an eyebrow as she dodges a clothesline attempt, and prepares to move the match into a new gear as Surion rushes back toward her.
Rose swings out her long and elegant right leg in a sweeping kick; she connects beautifully with Surion and sends him crashing to the mat. Rose makes a grab for Surion, but he keeps rolling from the impact and drops out of the ring, thus frustrating the champion. Rose slides right out after him and is ready as Surion stands up; the pair trade blows on the outside close to the announce desks, and Surion steals a march on Rose by tugging her vivid white hair before using his other hand to ram her head against the steel ring post. Rose staggers a bit from the impact, and Surion leaps up to one of the announce desks; with the extra height he leaps off into a crossbody that drives Rose to the mat forcefully. Surion doesn’t wait around for Rose to get up; he makes tracks back to the ring, and as Rose regains her feet she stares at him, showing a little emotion at last as Surion challenges her to come to him. Rose doesn’t need to be told twice; she makes a dash around to one side, zig zagging so that Surion’s attempt to grab her is hopelessly off course, and then spears Surion face – first into the nearest turnbuckle. This is never a good place for Rose’s opponents to be, and Surion has this confirmed to his cost as Rose shoulder – rams him repeatedly against the cold metal. Realizing that the only form of defence is offense, Surion rallies and gives Rose a spear of his own to break out of the corner. He fights to roll Rose up, but Rose will have none of it and the count barely reaches one before Rose busts out and the pair separate. The fans are cheering their socks off as they glare at each other across the ring; each knows that the stalemate must be broken, and with new resolve they close the gap between them as the match enters its make or break phase.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 9, 2004 16:24:49 GMT -5
Throwing punches left and right, Surion and Rose now give the battle all that they have. Rose’s intensity is awe – inspiring to behold, and yet Surion bravely faces the assault without flinching, so that the result is a burst of combat which has the audience out of their seats. Rose slips behind Surion after a missed right hook and goes to apply her dragon sleeper, but Surion writhes like a sidewinder and escapes her grip before landing a strong palm strike. Rose is put off for a moment, and that’s all Surion needs; he backs up to the ropes and jumps into a springboard hurracanrana that sends a wave of camera flashes all the way around the arena. Rose is brought down and Surion isn’t slow to pin; everyone counts, 1,2,th – Rose throws up her arm on the cusp of the three count, and jabs two fingers into Surion’s throat making him catch his breath so she can stand back up. Rose picks Surion up and delivers a powerbomb; her own pin gets just past 2. Returning to a former strategy, Rose whips Surion into the corner; she runs forward to dropkick him in the back, but Surion ducks, and then with amazing timing catches Rose as she passes over his head. In a second, Surion throws himself backward; Rose is driven down head – first into the mat and Surion pins again, the crowd roars….1….2…th – kickout! Rose practically throws Surion off, and jumps back to her feet; sensing that the pivotal moment of the match has arrived, the pair lock eyes and then simultaneously charge. Surion jumps up, and Rose ducks; Surion tries to drop on top of Rose, but Rose rolls forward and Surion hits the mat. Rose rolls to her feet, pivots on one leg and has Surion hooked up before he sees the move coming; Rose executes the Mark of the Rose with absolute conviction and crushing power. The ref drops and counts, and Surion’s shoulder is raised a fraction too late to beat the critical 3.
Philip: Here is your winner…..and still ACW World Champion, Alexandra Kaesar!
Rose takes her belt back without showing much emotion; she glances around at the crowd, but does not leave the ring. Surion slowly finds his feet; he looks deeply disappointed, but he too stays where he is. Everyone is waiting, and after a few moments Chairman Ginger comes out and looks around at the expectant sea of faces before him.
Ginger: All right, All right, I know what I said – and I’m a man of my word. This hasn’t been an easy decision to make at all, and I’ve been watching all of the potential contenders very closely over the last few shows. But the bottom line is…….
He pauses for dramatic effect.
Ginger:…..that at Winter Discontent, our reigning ACW World Champion Alexandra Kaesar will face the longest reigning ex – champion, Bladeshadow!
There’s a storm of boos, but Ginger cuts them off
Ginger: HEY! Did I say I was done? She will face the ex world champion Bladeshadow….and the ex International Champion, the Macho Man RDK….
Loud cheers, but Ginger’s just getting started.
Ginger:…..and the master of the SSP, BK London……the Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi…..
The noise is getting incredible now, and the last name added on that list seems to make Rose flush red for just a moment….
Ginger: And finally, the dark horse, the Hand of Albion, Surion! That’s right – we’re going to have ourselves a six way title contest, the biggest World Title match ever staged in ACW History! And as for what kind of match it will be…..
The arena falls almost silent, the fans barely even daring to breathe.
Ginger:…….for that, you’ll have to wait until Warfare. Goodnight everyone…..
The arena explodes with sound again as Ginger walks out; Surion’s expression is one of relief and joy, but Rose is impossible to read.
The six – sided die is well and truly loaded; but what kind of test will the title holder and challengers have to face?
All will be revealed on Warfare…..
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by BK London on Dec 9, 2004 16:27:21 GMT -5
Good Show
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Post by Latino on Dec 9, 2004 16:27:44 GMT -5
Great Show Ak. Too bad I couldn't be in chat to fully experience it with everyone.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Dec 9, 2004 16:28:26 GMT -5
and as winter discontent approaches...the question on everyones minds.....uh...well...I don't know ...
great show
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Post by Jake on Dec 9, 2004 16:28:35 GMT -5
Great Show. I win, beat up Philip and have a shot at 2 titles at Winter Discontent. Things are looking up
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