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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:15:30 GMT -5
Segment: Bre's #1 Tip (Credit: Bre, Rena, #1 Fan)
The Camera returns to the backstage area. Bre Double T comes into frame, he seems to just be looking around the Backstage area as he is till getting used to this new setting of ACW. He walks by locker rooms, possibly looking for advice on how to rise to the top of ACW. We see locker rooms with labels such as RDK, Yoko, Midcard Wrestlers room B. Then Bre comes across a locker room and stops, the door is open just a crack. Bre opens the door a little more and peeks inside, We can now see that the Locker Room is labeled Senatorial Stable. A voice comes from inside the room.
Voice: Hey, What are you doing!?
Bre crouches and his face cringes, he mouths the word shit. he slowly gets up and tries to sneak away.
Voice: Wait, Where are you going?
The Camera pans to see that the person is Rena, She bites her lip as she looks at Bre. Bre slowly turns and looks a bit frightened.
Bre: Well, I was gonna go get some Code Red, you know how I roll, you've seen Fallout, right?
Rena: No, not lately.
Bre turns his head to the camera and mouths the word Dammit.
Bre: Well, My names Bre Double T and-----
Rena: What were you spying into our locker room for anyway?
Bre: Uh, well, ya see, I just wanted to see if I could talk to someone from the stable, they are very good and I wanted to see If I could get any tips.
Rena gives a sly smile.
Rena: I can give some pretty good tips you know.
Bre: Like what kind of tips?
Rena: why don't you come in and I'll tell ya
Rena seductively walks back into the locker room. Bre pumps his fist and walks cockily into the Locker Room. Once inside we see a chair, it looks like a barber’s chair.
Rena: Take a seat…
Rena motions toward the chair.
Bre: OKAY!
Bre sits down in the chair. He notices something’
Bre: What are the straps for?
Rena: You'll see…
Rena straps Bre into the chair.
Bre: I kinda like this.
Rena walks out of frame for a second and comes back with her hand behind her back.
Rena: Tip #1, you shouldn't grow your hair out so long.
Bre: But I like my Ha-------
Bre gasps as Rena takes clippers from behind her back and holds it up. Bre starts trying to get lose, but Rena has strapped him down tight, He becomes more frantic as she approaches.
Rena: Stop being a baby!
Bre: NO! I like my hair long, Let Me Go! HELP! Somebody, HELP!
Rena: This won't hurt one bit…..
Just as Rena gets close to Bre….
Rena: OW!
The Camera pans down to see a young male teenager BITING Rena's leg and growling as he does it.
Rena: Get Off Me!
Bre starts to wriggle free of the constraints. He gets out of the chair and claps his hands.
Bre: HEY! Stop Biting!
The teen stops at Bre's command.
Rena: What is going on? Who is this?
Bre: This, is the #1 Fan!
The #1 Fan gets up and stands by Bre.
Rena: That's it, get out of here! Or I'll cut your hair, and I promise to make it painful – it’ll be the stuff you don’t need a hat to cover!
Bre: Whatever, let's go.
Bre and The #1 Fan turn to leave, Bre leaves the room first. The #1 Fan turns to Rena.
#1 Fan: When it comes to Bre and his hair, Only a Fan really knows, BITCH!
Rena gets an angry look on her face. Bre comes back in and puts his hand on The #1 Fan's mouth as he drags him out of the room.
Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:15:57 GMT -5
Segment: Interview (Credit: Scarlet)
INTERVIEW WITH SARIN ROSSI 20 JUL 2005 6:48 PM
The camera reveals the back of Sarin's head. She is sitting down at a fancy restaurant blocking the view of her dinner-mate, except for his hands, which are fiddling with a tape recorder.
Sarin: This is so sweet of you dear. How on earth did you find this restaurant? There aren't many Indian cuisine specialties in Ireland. Mm? Yes, this does make me feel more at home. Mama was the greatest cook, when, of course, we had actual meals. The vast majority of the time we ate dry bread and whatever we could scrounge.
You want to interview me? Well, I guess I'll allow it. Ever since signing with the ACW, I've been getting so much fan mail, and I haven't even had a match yet, not even a house show! Well, you could imagine my surprise when I was bolstered to celebrity status. I can't walk down the street anymore without someone taking my picture.
I don't really enjoy all of this attention, but I suppose if I have fans, I must appease them. Where should I start? The beginning? All right, but could you order some more tea? Thank you dear, such a doll.
I was born Arjumand Banu on the fifth day of April. Oh, I'm not Arjumand anymore, the Bastard legally changed my name to Sarin Rossi soon after I appeared on his doorstep, some six years earlier.
Well, my mother was one of the daughters of an upper middle class cloth merchant in Agra, India. She was a beautiful woman, exotic and lovely to behold. She attracted the eye of a visiting Irish business man, and he left her only after one night.
It soon became evident that my mother was pregnant. When I was born, we were out casted from the family. If I had been a son, they might have reconsidered, but a dowry is expensive to raise, and money was much better spent on children not conceived in sin. I would much rather think I was created in an act of love. Isn't that what we all want, to be loved?
Life was tough for my mother and I. We lived in a tiny, makeshift shack and ate sometimes only one meal a day. Most men cheated my mother and I when we worked for them. Honest men were rare, and they all seemed to move so quickly after hiring us. We would receive a monthly payment from the Bastard, but it only barely sustained us.
Mama made sure that she educated me. I learned how to read and write in both Indian and English. She also instilled in me a deep faith in Allah, a faith I retain to this day. She taught me the importance of Allah in our lives and his master plan for all of us. She insisted that I must never sell my body, no matter how bad things got. Your body is a temple of Allah, she would say every day. Do not desecrate it.
When I was about thirteen, my mother discovered a lump in her breast. It was all over so fast...soon Allah embraced her soul in his caring arms and she knew no more. I was left with nothing, except for her final gift: a one-way ticket to Ireland.
To this day I don't know if my mother had saved up a small percentage of the monthly money sent from the Bastard to afford it, or she had always had money enough for a ticket. Either way I was able to board the plane and land safely in Ireland.
It was such a striking difference from India. Instead of rolling hills of sand, lush green grass filled the land. It wasn't hot, but pleasantly cool. Scared of foreigners, I clutched my black veil around my face tightly, forbidding any man to see my face.
I found the Bastard quickly enough. I wasn't surprised to see the size of his house, but he was surprised to see me.
Oh? I'm sorry, our meeting was so short. Maybe we'll continue next week. Italian this time. Heehee, you're so sweet!
The screen slowly fades to black...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:16:42 GMT -5
Segment: The Worm Food Formerly Known as Trixie (Writing credit: Kiji, Ridley, Rose)
Ridley's eyes flicker open at the touch of the morning sunlight. He pops the joints in his neck, taking in the sight of Rose basically wrapped around him. A couple seconds' worth of unsuccessful attempts to extricate himself from her arms later, and Ridley decides to go with the path of least resistance. He gently runs a hand over Rose's hair, trying to wake her up. Ridley: Alexandra. Wake up, it's time to go. Rose stirs, letting out a long, dragged-out yawn. Rose: What time is it? He glances at the clock. Ridley: Ten in the morning. Later than I usually sleep in, that's for sure. Rolling away from him, Rose sits up on the edge of the bed and stretches out her arms. A couple seconds later, her mind processes the events of the morning so far, and she quickly turns to look at Ridley in surprise. Ridley: ...What? Rose: We...did anything...happen? Ridley: No. You went right to sleep. Rose: Oh. I see... No more words are exchanged, as the two are familiar enough with each other to know that any further discussion would no doubt be awkward. Rather they set to getting dressed; five minutes later, Ridley's swept his trenchcoat over his shoulders, and Rose has her boots zipped up. Rose: Ready? Ridley: Ready. Let's go get the kid.
He approaches the adjoining door to Kiji's room and knocks on it. A few seconds pass, with no sound other than Rose uncapping a tube of lipstick, which she begins to apply with the aid of a small mirror on the bedside dresser.
Ridley: Maybe he's still asleep.
Turning the doorknob, he finds that the door is locked fast. He knocks on it again, more loudly this time, and waits. No answer.
Ridley: Fuck. We don't have time for this.
Rose jumps slightly, smearing lipstick on her cheek, as Ridley gives the door a rough kick. He slams his boot into the door again, eliciting a hearty crack; another kick, and the door bursts open, slamming into the wall and bouncing off with a loud bang. Immediately, an overpowering scent wafts in from Kiji's room, sickly sweet and faintly metallic. Blood.
Ridley takes a hasty step forward and flicks on the light. And immediately steps back again.
Ridley: GOD DAMN.
By this time, Rose has tidied herself, and walks up behind the One Man Holocaust.
Rose: What's--
Ridley's arm shoots out in front of Rose, preventing her from moving any further.
Ridley: You don't need to see this. I'll handle it.
He enters the room and hastily closes the now rather useless door. Hesitating for a moment, he decides to secure it with a spindly wooden chair he spies sitting near the doorway. The scene is grim: Kiji is sitting in the middle of the room, staring at the floor, covered in blood... but it's obviously not his own. Trixie (or at least what's left of her) lies a few feet to his left, her head twisted at an unnatural angle and her face streaked with blood and gaudy teal eyeliner.
Ridley: What the FUCK. What HAPPENED in here? We heard some screams last night, but we just assumed you were having fun. What the hell did you DO?
After a moment, Kiji, who hasn't even looked up at Ridley or given any sign of recognition, speaks to the floor.
Kiji: ...she wanted me to pay her money.
Ridley runs a hand through his hair and suppresses a sigh.
Ridley: Well, yes. Hookers tend to do that. But if I killed everyone who tried to charge me for goods and services--
He's interrupted by Kiji, whose voice takes on a harder edge.
Kiji: She was... a hooker? But... she was so nice to me. I thought she liked me. But then she wanted me to PAY her, and when I said no, she started calling me names. Do you know what she called me?
Ridley: Uh, no, I don't, but--
Kiji: She called me a cheap bastard--AND SHE CALLED ME A FREAK!
His head snaps up, and his eyes bore into Ridley with a fierceness matched by his near-hysterical shouting voice. Abruptly, he stands.
Kiji: I AM NOT A FREAK!
He slams his fist into a lamp, knocking it to the floor, and begins to pound the small end table it was standing on until it collapses. Shoulders heaving, he stands shaking in the center of the room, covered in dried blood, and, Ridley notices for the first time, completely naked.
Ridley: ...no, you're not. Now calm down. You need to take a shower and then we need to get the fuck out of here before someone calls the cops.
Kiji seems to regain some semblance of rationality. Either that, or he just happens to share Ridley's desire that he take a shower. In any case, he stalks off into the bathroom without a backward glance. Ridley steps gingerly over the erstwhile prostitute and makes a perfunctory attempt at concealing the blood-spattered bedclothes under the mattress, before muttering "fuck it all" and exiting the room with a last hopeless glance at the mangled body on the floor.
Rose looks up from her seat on the bed as Ridley enters and hurriedly closes the door behind him.
Ridley: Um. We need some trash bags. Now.
Rose: Huh? What's going on?
Ridley: No time for questions, just go. There's a hardware store down the street. Be back in 5 minutes. HURRY.
He rummages in his pocket as he speaks and tosses a wad of dollar bills at her. She stoops to pick it up off the carpet, turns, and exits the room in haste. Ridley spends the next few minutes pacing up and down the room, glancing at the bedside clock every so often. Rose comes through the door almost seven minutes later, out of breath and bearing Hefty UltraFlex trash bags. Ridley snatches them from her and withdraws into the adjoining room again in time to find Kiji pulling on his jeans, now calmer and looking less like a butcher shop. The Archangel of Suffering wrinkles his nose as he crams the dearly departed lady of the evening into the garbage bag, whether from the dismayingly squishy texture of her head or the indignity of being reduced to household chores. Rigor mortis hasn't set in fully, but the body is still stiff, and it takes a couple of minutes for Ridley to get the remains fully into the bag. Even then, the bag bulges suspiciously, but Ridley just ties it shut and starts putting the stained bedsheets into another bag as Kiji laces his shoes and takes up his duffelbag.
Ridley swears loudly as he realizes he can do nothing about the carpet, but prepares to leave anyway, dragging Trixie out of the room, with Rose taking the other bag as Ridley hands it to her.
The three make their way down to the lobby, and Ridley, like some Gothic Santa Claus with the Hefty bag full of dead hooker over his shoulder, shoots a deadly glare at the desk clerk to silence any forthcoming questions. Rose drops a roll of bills on the counter with a mumbled "sorry", evidently having figured out the situation. They quickly detour into an alley and drop their cargo into the nearest dumpster, and move away from the motel at a fast walk--fast enough to facilitate a quick retreat, but not so fast as to draw suspicion.
After they've put some distance between themselves and the Motel 6, Ridley stops and addresses Kiji.
Ridley: Okay. NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. Do you want to get us killed, or, worse yet, arrested? I understand you have a temper, but... DO NOT KILL ANY MORE HOOKERS. Got it?
Kiji shrugs noncommitally and mutters something.
Ridley: I'll take that as a yes. Let's go to the Deadpool. And no more interaction with the local wildlife.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:17:37 GMT -5
Match 6: Yoko Satoshi vs. Scarlet – ACW World Title Match
As the technicians finish their checks before the next match, the fans can be heard discussing the current hot topic: Will the newcomer in this match prove to be something special, or will she be out of her depth against such a formidable opponent? Philip cuts through the chit – chat to get things underway.
Philip: This match is set for one fall, and it is for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, making her ACW Debut – currently hailing from Dublin, Ireland, Sarin Rossi, known as Scarlet!
Scarlet’s custom theme starts to play, and the fans crane to see as the martial arts specialist walks out. She catches her breath just for a moment at the sight and sound of the crowd, and then walks to the ring. Upon entering she stretches a few times and waits for her opponent.
Philip: And her opponent, from Okinawa Japan…. She is the current ACW World Champion, Yoko Satoshi!
”Flower of Carnage” plays, and Yoko enters, her belt on her shoulder. Her expression is hard to read; perhaps she’s a little unsure of what to make of her opponent, or possibly Stanton’s change of attitude is bothering her. In any case, she brushes these thoughts aside and enters the ring, watching her opponent with some care. The referee accepts the belt, and then nods to the timekeeper for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
Scarlet moves into an attack right off the bat; she comes quickly forward and Yoko finds herself facing a blizzard of energetic kicks. The initial burst is aimed at a high angle, so when Yoko protects herself she leaves herself open to a sudden switch to low, sweeping blows. Yoko is taken off her feet and Scarlet almost falls with her, seeking to plunge an elbow into her head; Yoko though rolls aside and Scarlet jars her arm as she lands on empty canvas. As she gets up Yoko sees an early chance for the Pop from Okinawa, but Scarlet evades it by ducking and rolling sideways and the two women rise up and approach one another again, this time with a little more caution. Yoko is keen to impress upon Scarlet that she rules the roost around here, and she expertly dodges Scarlet’s rapid kicks, ending up behind her opponent from where she is able to produce a superb dragon suplex. Scarlet comes down hard and Yoko pins, getting a 2 count; Scarlet looks a little surprised at the power contained within Yoko’s graceful frame, but she does not appear to be disturbed by this. If anything, she looks pleased; Yoko approaches again and lands a couple of forearm blows to the chest, but then Scarlet takes a leaf out of Yoko’s own book, slips behind her and shows off her double arm lock toss. There’s a thump as Yoko comes down face first, and Scarlet eagerly rolls Yoko over for a pin of her own. It receives a solid 2 count, but Yoko’s kick out is powerful, and Scarlet doesn’t see Yoko’s foot lift up and whack her in the side of the head while she’s still kneeling from the pin. With the crowd shouting out its enjoyment of the match, Yoko stays close to her foe and there’s a pop as she locks in the Ol’ Ball and Chain.
No one has any idea what kind of endurance skills the new arrival has; certainly the widening of her eyes suggests that Yoko’s hold is surprisingly painful to her. Experiencing pain, and giving in to it are two entirely different things, of course, and Scarlet has a will of iron; she isn’t all that far from the ropes, and although movement is difficult she starts to edge toward them. Yoko makes her fight for every inch, but Scarlet makes it and Yoko has to let her go; the crowd is clearly impressed. It’s cost Scarlet quite dearly in terms of strength, however; the movements of her lower limbs in particular seem to be a little slower thanks to fatigue, and this miniscule difference lets Yoko slip her own attacks in between Scarlet’s own. Scarlet starts to stagger backward and Yoko rushes her, to try and knock her down (Yoko actually has a slight weight advantage in this match, an almost unique situation). Scarlet, though, has other ideas; she performs her somersault kick, connecting with Yoko who can’t slow down in time, and Yoko drops to the mat, temporarily stunned by the impact. She fights to get back up, wary of a grounded attack – and then sees Scarlet take off into what looks like the setup for a very strong jump kick. Though Yoko’s never seen Scarlet fight before today, her instincts, which have been honed and sharpened over her time in ACW, warn her that this is a match – ender in the making; Yoko bends backward, almost in a “matrix” manner, and Scarlet’s kick just fails to connect. Scarlet soars over the top of Yoko, unable to catch hold of her for the Scarlet Dream, and drops down to land in front of her; Yoko decides in that instant that she needs to put this match away right now. She holds her arm up and the crowd goes wild; Scarlet recalls just too late what that sound represents from the tapes she’s watched, and Yoko nails the YKO to a thunderous roar. There’s no recovering from such a hit, and Yoko makes a simple pin to take the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner, and still ACW World Champion……. Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko looks a little relieved to have come through this match; she shakes Scarlet’s hand as she takes back her belt, and the fans cheer both women, pleased with the quality of the match. Scarlet certainly seems to have the skills to take her far in ACW, and the fans wonder what else lies in store for her as she and Yoko head to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:18:36 GMT -5
Segment: A hard loss to bear (Credit: Davey Marvel)
Total blackness fills the screen; you hear nothing but the breathing pattern of an unidentified man. It continues on like this for some time until eventually you are drilled to the back of your seat with the voice of a Madman. The darkness is a curious one; you are unable to clarify if it is a dark room or a hollow moonless night. A cry comes out of the nothingness...
Madman: REVEEEEEEEEEEEEEENGE!
The moment you are done recovering from the shock of that sudden scream you are met with, the voice starts to talk.
Madman: How does my title feel Jakie boy? Does it feel nice? Anything would be nice after spending that much time with me. Too bad I can't say the same for you Jakie boy. You have stolen two things very near and dear to me; my title, my dignity and slowly you are running away with my sanity.
The madman lights a zippo, lighting up the night and revealing it to be Davey Marvel. He is standing outside in a random field in a random part of the country. He has his hood draping his face revealing only his lower mandible. He is alone and seems like a Davey unlike that we have seen to date.
Davey: This field and I have something in common. This field is now bare, it used to run rampant with crops; it was something of a symbol in many ways. You could say a symbol of pride, love, passion and hard work. Then the day came when someone saw fit to put an end to all that and rape this field of what it had housed. That’s what you did to me Jake. You raped me pf my pride my title and like I said soon to be my sanity. The way I see things Jake you have two choices, you can either live like a refugee the rest of your life or you can be a man and accept my challenge to you at 7 Deadly Sins. Which ever you choose Jake is fine with me, but I should warn you. I will find you and what happens next I assure you, is not something you want to experience.
Davey who is still holding the zippo begins to walk while the camera follows. The sounds of crunching dead grass, twigs and shuffling rocks flood the back ground. With all the darkness in the cool night air it is hard to see Davey as he is walking. Flashes of Davey's clothes and the occasional spark of a fire fly as it whizzes by. Davey continues to both walk and address his issues.
Davey: Tonight you felt the need to taunt me with my own title. I am sure you thought that would get me going. You might be careful of what you wish for because you might just get it.
Davey arrives at the road where he has his corvette waiting for him. Once he gets to the road, he removes the hood and leans up on the red Chevy Corvette that is being lit up by an overhanging street light. Davey looking like a fit of rage personified crosses his arms and with fire in his eyes glares back at the camera that has stopped just paces in front of Davey.
Davey: Now I must go. Jake you know the right thing to do. Don't make me do something desperate.
Davey removes himself from the side of the car unlocks it and gets in. He starts it up with a thunderous roar (must be an eight cylinder). He revs the engine and throws it into gear leaving a nice patch of rubber wear his tires spun. The camera fades out as you see the car speeding away and getting smaller and smaller.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:19:38 GMT -5
Segment: The ball keeps rolling (Credit: Angelo)
The scene opens to show Angelo Giovanni walking down the hall with his title in hand, making his way to the ring for his match. Just then he is spun around and gets head butted by Wyvern. Angelo goes down hard and smacks his head on the ground. He’s holding his head in pain as Wyvern stands over him.
Wyvern: Son of a bitch. Like I said, I will do whatever it takes Giovanni. Whatever it takes.
Wyvern slowly starts backing away as Angelo slowly pulls himself up to his feet and looks down the hall at Wyvern, very angry. He holds it his and sees a small trace of blood as he picks up his title then heads back down the hall shaking his head.
Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:21:22 GMT -5
Match 7: Angelo Giovanni vs. Jonny Spade – ACW International Title Match
With the show almost complete, the crowd’s already had plenty of bang for their buck, and things are about to get even more heated as Philip returns to the ring.
Philip: The main event tonight is a singles match, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, the Challenger – from Toronto Ontario, Jonny Spade!
“Bodies” starts up, and Jonny enters the arena through the crowd, performing his intricate entrance. The sound of his theme acts as a useful hurry – up to anyone tarrying outside the main arena, so that Jonny gets a full and loud reception once he’s in the ring.
Then, after a brief pause, “Suffocate” hits, and the crowd reacts instantly to the appearance of the champ.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York….. he is the defending ACW International Champion and a member of the Senatorial Stable, Angelo Giovanni!
Angelo walks to the ring with less of his usual cocky attitude than normal; it seems that he’s taking this match very seriously, and the fans sense that this is not just going to be a routine defence. The referee checks both men over, takes the belt, and triggers a cheer from the crowd as he signals for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
Jonny is well aware that if he wants this title, he needs to make the running and go all out to get it. To that end he leads with a full frontal attack, closing the gap to Angelo and landing a single blow before Angelo has a chance to respond. One lucky shot is all he gets, however; the next moment, Angelo’s arms are up and he defends himself with confidence so that Jonny is unable to hit anything of major importance. A little frustrated by this, Jonny takes hold of Angelo and whips him to the ropes; Angelo bounces off and comes charging back, and Jonny’s response is not quite quick enough to prevent Angelo scoring a direct hit with his clothesline. There’s a loud thud as Jonny hits the deck; Angelo pivots around and performs an elbow drop in a super – smooth movement that possesses marvelous grace. Angelo makes a cover, and gets about 1.5 from the ref before Jonny kicks out powerfully and kips up, taking Angelo by surprise. He pulls Angelo up, and produces a Killswitch; the ring shudders again and Jonny makes a pin of his own, which Angelo breaks out of just before the 2 count. With both men now on a strong adrenaline surge they rise up and start to beat seven shades out of one another – they takes shots which would KO a lesser man on the spot, and the crowd is in no doubt of the passion which both men are feeling at this moment. Very gradually Angelo steers Jonny backward toward the ropes; once they’re close, he knees Jonny in the abdomen and then sends forward an enormous superkick. Jonny lurches to one side and Angelo misses, but as that foot comes down Angelo twists into a backward high angle kick with his other leg. This one Jonny doesn’t see coming, and he is sent out over the ropes to land with a thwack on the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2005 16:21:55 GMT -5
Jonny realizes that he can’t afford to be caught napping; he gets up as quickly as he can, and this turns out to be an excellent policy, for as he does so he sees Angelo taking a risk and launching into a springboard plancha. Jonny stabilizes himself and braces, and there’s a collective gaps from the crowd as Jonny catches Angelo, and with a huge effort executes his Towerhacker Bomb on the outside. Angelo looks to be in quite a bit of pain from his back as he and Jonny get back to their feet; Jonny is keen to make the most of this reversal of fortunes, while Angelo is forced to return to a defensive strategy, backing away from Jonny and trying to buy time to get his breath and energy back. Eagerly Jonny follows him until the pair are around next to the announce tables; Jonny tries to trap Angelo against one of them, but Angelo has other ideas and he uses a throat – thrust to put Jonny off of his rhythm for a moment. With a great effort Angelo suplexes Jonny backward on to the table; there’s a CRACK, but the table does not give way and Jonny rolls sideways off of it before it gives up the ghost. Angelo gives Jonny a couple of stomps while he’s on the floor, and then tries the oft – used tactic of whipping into the steel ringposts. Jonny manages to turn so that he hits back first, but the grimace on his face is still clear to behold, and with the referee now close to the countout Angelo scrambles back in, keen to retain his title by whatever means. By protecting his head from the metal, Jonny retains enough lucidity to roll back into the ring, stopping the count between 8 and 9; Angelo is of course back on his case at once, but Jonny’s still hanging in there. Angelo looks to be getting more edgy by the minute, and as Jonny gets up Angelo goes straight for the I.C.D. But Jonny’s having none of it, and as Angelo spins him around Jonny thrashes, unbalances the motion and forces Angelo to drop him. Angelo turns around right into the Jonormous Slam, the crowd goes nuts, and Jonny pins, breathing hard, 1……2… - at 2.5 Angelo gets a shoulder up, and the fans just cheer more loudly at the endurance and determination of both men.
Seeing that neither man is ready to give ground yet, Angelo and Jonny continue to pound on one another, eye to eye. Jonny eventually tires of this and whips Angelo toward the ropes, but Angelo reverses it and hits Jonny on the return with a traumatic twist. The pin gets a 2, and serves just to make Jonny more irritated; some more blows are exchanged and then Jonny uses a standing dropkick to knock Angelo partially to the mat. A second swinging kick completes the task, and Jonny tries to force a submission by getting Angelo into the Spider’s Web. The effect is obvious, Angelo’s face showing a mixture of pain and serious annoyance; he breathes deeply and summons the energy to twist and kick free, but Jonny’s obviously decided to keep his attention on Angelo’s lower body and legs, and he adds several stamps before Angelo is able to right himself. The fans are split over who to support – there’s no denying that there has always been a quiet groundswell of backing for Angelo even in his heel days, but Jonny’s force of will and extraordinary legacy means that he also commands a huge amount of respect. With conflicting chants now audible all over the arena, Angelo and Jonny can each tell that the match can’t continue to burn indefinitely, and they commit their full resources to the cause; almighty punches and kicks are swapped, and then Jonny makes his play – he takes Angelo by surprise with a brutal and risky headbutt, and then still a bit dazed himself he nails the silver spade. The fans roar, and the ref slides in for the count, 1…….2…..thr – Angelo thrusts an arm up, and Jonny’s shoulder’s seem to sag in unison. He gets up and pulls Angelo with him, but Angelo uses all the mental fortitude he has to conjure up a snap suplex, and produce the opportunity he needs for a storming Italian Decimator. The vibration can be both felt and heard, and Angelo flops into a cover; the fans are still yelling as Angelo seals things with the 1,2, - but NO, Jonny lifts a shoulder and the place goes bananas. Angelo looks genuinely stunned this time; Jonny pushes him away, and though he is exhausted, his eyes meet those of Angelo with fire still burning within. The pair are still kneeling on the mat when out of nowhere the bell rings. Everyone is confused, and it’s left to Philip to find out what’s happened and make the announcement.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the timekeeper has informed me that the time limit on this match has expired, and the result is a draw. Therefore, still ACW International Champion, Angelo Giovanni!
The fans are a little surprised by the result; they have been so engrossed in the match that they did not notice the time passing. Angelo accepts his title back and holds it up to the crowd; they cheer, but they also applaud Jonny and Angelo knows that Jonny has sent a loud wake up call to the rest of the locker room with tonight’s performance. As Angelo heads to the back, Jonny is of course disappointed – but he takes consolation from the fact that Angelo was not able to pin him, and looks pleased at the response from the audience as he too exits.
The show comes to its conclusion, but many questions remain.
Who is Ginger’s mystery correspondent?
How does Tracy manage to survive all these incidents?
And is Jade dicing with danger by coming between BK and his wife?
Warfare shall illuminate us on these and other topics.
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Jul 21, 2005 16:24:09 GMT -5
How...the hell......did i retain?!?!
Good show everyone!
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Post by BK London on Jul 21, 2005 16:24:26 GMT -5
Great Show. Can't wait for Monday...*holds knee in pain*
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Jul 21, 2005 16:25:30 GMT -5
Excellent show brudahs!
Cage Match, International Title Match, Ridley/Rose/Kiji Promos and TNT defeating Latino.
Big Night brudahs!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 21, 2005 16:27:10 GMT -5
Wow I am surprised I of the outcome of that IN title match altough good match and great show for everyone else.
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Post by hunter on Jul 21, 2005 16:37:58 GMT -5
Awesome show...though my seven match winning streak ends...
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Post by Rena on Jul 21, 2005 17:44:46 GMT -5
Great show everybody!
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Post by scarlet on Jul 21, 2005 22:50:15 GMT -5
Awesome show, can't wait for Warfare! Great job everyone!
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