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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 15:56:11 GMT -5
"Diamonds" by Kanye West hits and the referee begins to raise his arm for his triumphant win over The Capitalists but he pulls his arm away from the referee and demands a mic from Philip. Philip scurries over to the ring and he hand a mic to BK in which he grabs.
BK: Angelo, I'm tired of play cat and mouse with you..we aren't going to settle this at Heatwave...we are going to settle this right here, right now.
BK begins to pace back and forth in the ring like an angry lion waiting for its prey and then "Suffocate" by Finger Eleven begins to blare over the speakers. Angelo walks down to the ring with one focus on mind, to hurt BK. His eyes are filled with rage and he removes his Senatorial Stable T-Shirt and then slides into the ring. As Angelo gets to a vertical base the two begin to start exchanging lightning quick blows. Each stiff punch lands hard in their opponents jaw but the two seem to be absorbing each other's blows. Angelo begins to get the upperhand being the bigger and more experience brawler of the two. He begins to get BK in the corner and fires a relentless barrage of left and rights at the former World Champion.
BK has no choice but to cover himself up so he doesn't strike his head hard and the crowd begins to give Angelo a huge pop. Angelo backs while BK is in the corner and he begins to slap his knee, he runs at BK full force and rams the knee right into BK's forehead. BK slouches down ot the mat and then he rolls out the ring. The referees and officials begin to run down to the ring and they hold back Angelo. BK begins to walk up the ramp and he turns around to Angelo and flips him off, at this point Angelo is peeved to the fullest extent. He attempts to escape the ring but the officials hold onto him. BK then mouths the words "Fuck you Angelo" amd BK goes to the outside where Philip is and throws him off his chair before folding it.
The referee urge Angelo not to use the chair but he starts swinging it around like a mad man and the referees scatter like flies. Angelo makes his way up the ramp and BK tells him to bring it on while he holds his eye from the knee shot. Angelo charges at BK but BK kicks him in the abdomen and Angelo drops the chair. BK knees him in the abdomen and punches him in the face and they begin to get close to the edge of the stage. BK hooks Angelo's arm for the Side Effect, but Angelo elbows his way out of it and he smashes BK's head into the steel set. BK falls down to his knees and holds his head and Angelo picks up the steel chair with a sadistic smile on his face. The officials scream "No Angelo, don't do it", but Angelo wastes no time and he smashes BK's head between the steel chair and the metal stage.
McNally: HOLY SHIT !!! Edison: DAAANNGERRRROUUUSS !!!
Holy shit chants emerge from the stage and BK is knocked out cold. Angelo is escorted to the back by the officials and the EMTs run out and check on BK. As the camera closes in the eyes of BK London are glazed over. He can barely respond to the medics and they bring a stretcher out and put him on it before strapping him on, and the show cuts quickly to a commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 15:56:41 GMT -5
Segment: Joy Ride (Credit: BK and Angelo)
After the commercial break the scene opens up with the camera crew following BK's stretcher as they hurry to put it in the back of the ambulance. Gingerdude and Paris run down the hallway and they meet up with the stretcher heading towards the way of the ambulance truck. A bunch of superstars, mostly heels are at the site where the ambulance truck is and they load him in. One of drivers close the door and they head to the front. Inside the ambulance truck one nurse and one doctor is checking on BK, both wearing masks to hide their faces. The nurse holds up two fingers and then she begins to talk to BK.
Nurse: BK, How many fingers am I holding up?
BK: Uh...four?
Nurse: He's in bad condition doctor, What do you suppose we do?
The truck begins to pull off as we can assume by the truck moving up and down and the doctor turns around and looks into the eyes of BK. He slowly pulls down his mask and puts it around his neck and it reveals to be Angelo Giovanni.
Angelo: Oh I'll take it from here Nurse.
Angelo jumps on BK and begins pummelling him with right hands to the face and the nurse shrieks, before the ambulance and pull out of the arena it stops. Ginger and Paris are puzzled as to why the truck has halted and then they see the doors swing open and BK London rolling out the truck. The nurse runs out and Ginger believes something has gone horribly wrong, he runs toward the truck and Angelo launches out and takes him down hitting him with some right hands also. The arena's roof nearly blows with the pop from Angelo Giovanni. Daniel Ness and his body guards begin to attempt to free BK as he now snaps out of his mild concussion and begins screaming. Angelo approaches the stretcher and he takes all three men out with right hands to the head. He then goes to the top of BK's stretcher where he begins to push him.
BK: Angelo, you son of a bitch...stop this.
Angelo: Oh don't worry BK, I'll stop. We are just going to take a little ride first.
Angelo runs with BK on the stretcher and then rolls it down the parking lot, which goes flying into Ginger's limo at a high speed, hitting hit with a hard impact. Angelo runs and pulls him another way then opens the back hatch of his red, green. and white truck. He folds the bottom of the stretcher down then lifts him up before putting him in the back of his truck. He shuts the back hatch then gets in the drivers seat. He starts the truck and backs up while fixing his rear view mirror. He pulls away laying on the horn and they speed off out the arena. Angelo then stops and then he looks back out the window while looking back at Ginger and the gang.
Angelo: I'm Rick James, Bitch!!
The truck begins to turn the corner and the Bodyguards begins to help up Ginger and Ginger is furious and begins to hit the Bodyguards to release his anger.
Ginger: Don't help me up, follow them dammit!
Bruce and Tyrone run off camera to possibly retrieve some motive of transportation to follow the ambulance truck as the camera zooms into angry Ginger before fading out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 15:57:05 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Confronted’ (Credit Kudo)
As ACW returns, the camera shows Kudo walking down the hall with a new T-shirt with the writing, “R3” on the back. He turns at the corner out of view but before the camera can reach to turn, Hitman comes into view and is shown slowly following Kudo’s trail. Hitman reaches the turn, and gets out of sight for a few seconds before he slowly backs up. Kudo is shown staring him straight in the eye (which is quite a look up) and forcing him to take a few steps backwards, setting them up into camera view again.
Kudo: Listen here gigantor, I don’t know what the hell you’re up to, following me around like this. But don’t think for a second I can’t sense your big waste of space presence around me.
Hitman: There is no way I can be wrong, you are…
Kudo(sharply interjecting): I’m what? I’m what? The greatest wrestler this business has produced in ages? The idol to hundreds of thousands of fans who appreciate my remarkable performances every week? Or the greatest champion of entertainment ACW has EVER seen?
Hitman:….no…You are, no doubt the greater evil residing in ACW… (Now looking at the front side of Kudo’s shirt which says “It has begun…”)
Kudo: What the hell? I’M the greater evil you’ve been looking for? Have you been living under a rock these past few weeks? (Takes a longer look at Hitman’s rugged appearance) Alright, maybe you have, but you’ve obviously been missing out on the fact that I am a godsend to this company. Evil? Is evil measured by the number of fans I keep on the edge of their seats during my matches? Or maybe it’s the fact that I actually care to give fans a show and entertain? Unlike your huge sorry carcass.
Hitman: Entertainment can be measured in many ways…(Takes a look at Kudo’s ET belt around his waist) I’m sure many would be entertained if they saw someone like me crush your thick head. (Hitman brings his hand closer to Kudo’s face, showing an obvious size comparison of his hand to Kudo’s face)
Kudo: …Yeah? (Kudo takes a look down at Hitman’s lifted boots, then stares him straight in the eye again) Well why don’t you take off your boots and say that to my face?
The two glare at each other for a very tension filled couple of seconds
Hitman: I am on a mission that must be accomplished. The warnings of your evil have been loud and clear and I must stop you at all costs.
Kudo: Yeah, and I bet your new buddy Fallen Souls told you that. You know I thought he was going to be a quality wrestler holding that Light Heavyweight championship. But after seeing him hanging with people like...like you, well it’s obvious he’s a few screws short in the head. And anyway, unlike you, I have a match right now, you know, where all the “wrestling” takes place. And, as much as I’d love to hear the tall tale that is your life, I’ve got a mission too. (Turns around so the back of the T-shirt is showing again) R..…Three.
Kudo takes one last look at Hitman before heading back around the corner and headed to get ready for his match of the night with Rena.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 15:58:34 GMT -5
Segment: Rage (Credit: Hunter)
The scene opens in the now familiar locale that is Hunter's prison cell. He sits on the other side of the room, drowning in his thoughts and fears. The camera gazes upon him with an inhumane glance, but he doesn't look up. He hopes to never see this glance. What he hopes for more, however, is his freedom. He sighs.
Hunter: Only three days ago...I'll remember that day forever. Someone...someone killed Cage. And they framed me for it. Why? For what reason? What have I done?
He slowly rubs his forehead while still keeping his gaze trained on the floor.
Hunter: Have I done something so terrible to deserve this? Or did Cage do something? It's...I knew it wasn't me. I'm not strong enough to kill. But I will be.
He scratches his head and looks at the wall to the left of him.
Hunter: The men that come here to this prison usually deserve it. That's what I thought before, anyway. Death is better than this godforsaken hellhole. No one deserves this hell, this pain, this anguish and torment. You hallucinate...you dream...you cry...this isn't human. None of us deserve it. Yet, when I'm not guilty of any goddamn thing, I get thrown in here.
He slowly lifts his head up and looks directly at the camera, an action he swore he wouldn't do.
Hunter: You...you bastard...I don't care how many motherfucking guards will be around me. I don't care if they kill me. I don't care if they keep me in this fucking cell. But...when the time comes...I will KILL YOU. You better come with a whole fucking army if you expect to come out alive. I won't let you live you worthless piece of shit.
He looks down again.
Hunter: Have you ever felt this kind of pain, this torment? I wouldn't wish it upon anyone except you. You destroyed my fucking life. And I think it's only fair if I return the favor. I'm counting the days, the minutes, the seconds before out encounter. Monday...it's so close. I can almost taste it. I can almost feel it. I can feel your bones brushed under the weight of my fist. I can taste your blood on my clothes. I guess that after I'm through with you, I'll have to stay here.
He looks up again.
Hunter: But I'll be glad knowing that I'm in here for taking out a piece of shit like yourself. Be prepared...whoever you are. I'm going to get you eventually. And when I do, you'll wish you never touched Cage, you'll wish you had never fucked with me. All good murders come with revenge. And I've got both planned out perfectly.
He lies down on his bed and closes his eyes, many thoughts floating through his head. Can he really kill this man? Will he? Will this man even come? How should he do it? In the end, will he have the courage? He wants revenge yet he wants his freedom. But he can't have both. What will he choose when the time comes? Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 15:59:23 GMT -5
Match 4: Rena vs. Kudo
With Hunter’s predicament still in their minds, the fans are a little slower than usual to notice Philip in the ring. As soon as he starts to speak, however, their attention comes right back to him.
Philip: This is an intergender singles contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit Michigan, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion…. Kudo Yasuda!
”Poison” plays, and the fans make themselves heard as they welcome Kudo down to ringside. Kudo looks to be in good spirits and has shaken off any concerns arising from his meeting with Hitman, and holds his belt up to the fans before passing it to the referee for safekeeping during the non – title match.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York, she is an associate of the Senatorial Stable…. Rena Matheson!
”Want Me, Want Me” hits, and Rena strides out to a crescendo of boos – her unprovoked attack on Charlotte King earlier in the evening clearly has angered many of those who might normally support her. Rena doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, however, and stalks around the ring before entering it. Philip makes tracks, and the referee reminds both competitors of the rules before calling for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Kudo starts to move in close to Rena, who prefers to keep her distance; this might frustrate some wrestlers, but Kudo simply pauses and smiles, folding his arms and indicating that he’s not going to chase after her. Rena keeps her eyes on him, and a few of the fans start to taunt her, keen to see some proper fighting; Rena’s pride won’t allow her to stand for this, and she makes a sudden dash at Kudo, hoping to use speed to get the upper hand. Getting up on his toes, Kudo ducks her clothesline, and as Rena pivots around extending her leg for a kick, Kudo makes the crowd react by jumping right over it. Rena’s motion leaves her with her back to Kudo, who immediately produces one of his high angle german suplexes, and bridges into a pin which Rena breaks out from at the two count. Rena isn’t best pleased, and shows it by grabbing Kudo as he gets up and bulldogging him back into the canvas. Rena makes a cover of her own which gets just short of the two, and the fans are relieved when Kudo pushes her off and springs back to his feet. Both competitors seem to get the same idea in their heads, and there is a short period in which the pair exchange kicks to the ribs before Rena makes a breakthrough and switches to using her hands, slapping Kudo briskly across the face. It only stuns Kudo for a second or so, but that’s enough time for Rena to deliver a DDT and try another pin. This one gets just past the two count, but Kudo’s kickout is forceful and the crowd is engrossed as they watch the two very different competitors face off again.
Kudo acts quickly as he sees Rena looking confident; he drives her back into the corner, and presses his weight against her as he applies repeated knee strikes. Rena gasps at the impacts, but stays cool enough to realise that she has to get out, and takes a leaf out of Kudo’s own book by grasping his head as he leans back for the next strike and slamming it into her own upheld knee. Kudo staggers, disorientated, and Rena hops to the second rope to execute one of her trademark hurricanranas. It connects beautifully, and Rena scrambles in for a cover – but Kudo breaks out again at the two count, and now Rena’s frustrations really are starting to build. Perhaps rashly, she makes another running attempt to tackle Kudo, but this just opens her up for one of Kudo’s powerslams. The crowd cheers, and encouraged by this Kudo runs to the corner, and goes for his Psycho Splash; Rena tries to get out of the way but isn’t as fast as she needs to be, and the result is an awkward sort of half – impact. Kudo still goes for the pin, and gets slightly more than a 2 count; Rena looks a little unsteady as she gets up, and Kudo signals that he’s ready to finish the match. He knocks Rena to her knees with a spinning kick, and then springboards from the nearby ropes to land a neat moonsault. As the pair land and tangle, Kudo tries to lock his legs in for the blackout; but as the pair are still in motion, Rena takes her opportunity and makes use of her supreme flexibility, pulling up her leg so that it is bent double and then kicking Kudo HARD in the groin area, unseen by the referee. Kudo loses his grip, allowing Rena to escape, and she is ready as he struggles back to his feet looking as if he’s in quite a lot of pain. Rena runs in and collects Kudo, taking him down into her Lightning Cradle pin; she is able to hold it just long enough to secure the 3 count, much to the fans’ chagrin.
Philip: Here is your winner…… Rena Matheson!
The crowd boos Rena again, but despite her shady method of victory there’s no denying that she put on a strong performance tonight. She laughs at the crowd’s displeasure, and casts a glance back at Kudo as she leaves the ring.
Rena: Oh, I can’t stay honey. I have to visit a sick friend in the hospital….
Still smiling, she leaves an angry – looking Kudo behind her, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:00:13 GMT -5
Segment: The return of the Light (heavy) Weight title (Credit: Daredevil)
The camera pans around as the scene opens to see Daredevil sitting in his locker room, sitting on the bench as he eats a slice of pizza. As he goes to place a slice in his mouth, he halts, looking at the slice before removing the pineapple pieces. He throws them on the floor before taking a huge bite out of the pizza slice, causing discarded cheese and tomato puree fragments to float onto the floor. DD doesn’t pay much attention as he folds the remaining pizza slice up, stuffing it into his mouth. However it proves to be a bite too much, and so Daredevil tries spitting it out. Only the piece is too big, and so he suddenly begins to choke without any help from anywhere. The crowd are heard laughing in the background as Daredevil is seen rushing about his locker room frantically, gagging for a place to spew. He catches a bucket, and starts choking everything out of his mouth and throat before looking at it. An intrigued look shines upon his face, and he places the bucket down before sitting on the bench and looking at it. To the horror of the fans he grabs a fork and looks at the pizza, seeing if there are any good parts left. Fortunately however for the ACW fans WCW 98 walks through the door at that time, and looks at DD in disgust.
WCW 98: Dan that is revolting! You’re not Gooey you know.
DD throws the bucket back and the spoon at the wall, before resting down on his bench.
DD: You know this place is really empty. And boring. I mean what do we have? Plain, beige tiles, white walls, plain, wooden bench and hooks…when the Lightweight title is once again shining across my waist, we’re gonna get a new locker room.
WCW 98: By Lightweight you mean Light-Heavyweight yeah? I mean after all that shit with Jade going to HWL with the belt, it’s been so much of a clusterfuck.
DD: Too true mate…Wait-Light Heavy Weight title…?
WCW 98: Yes, it’s true. It’s for wrestler 240 pounds and below.
DD: 240 pounds? That’s fucked up, I’m telling ya. That means the lard-arses like Hunter can win the belt, right?
WCW 98: Most likely. But you’re the greatest Lightweight champion ever, so it’s only like an extra 15 pounds. And you’ve beaten the fat camp before. Such as Cernunnos, and your brother…
DD: Ah, the tag team champions. The very titles that I spent 3 months failing to capture. Lucky bastards…
WCW 98: Point is that weight isn’t a problem here. Just go out there, kick Fallensouls’ ass like you have done so many times before, and you’ll do it again. It’s easy.
DD: Yeah, I guess…
WCW 98: Hey what’s wrong man?
DD: Stomach hurts…lack of pizza…must…grab…BUCKET!!!
DD lunges for the bucket mockingly but WCW 98 still take precautions, making an impressive goalkeeper save as he pushes the bucket back. He looks at Dan, who just sighs and rests his head on the bench as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:01:41 GMT -5
Segment: There are some sick people... (Credit: Rena)
A teenage boy sobs on his front step porch, the cops surrounding him. The boy passes them a noted which reads:
This was the first, No screaming or squirming happened, it was so beautiful. I hope you’ve learned your lessons. Love, Rena
Boy: I don’t know why someone would do this! I don’t even know a Rena. How could she kill something so beautiful!?
Cops: I don’t know...but we’ll find out.
--Earlier that day:
The boy enters his room, smiling.
Boy: Yes mom! I will clean up after I played my PS2 for a bit, ok?
Mom: Okay honey! But hurry up!
As he moved closer to his bed and in front of the TV, he saw something he would never forget. It was chopped into pieces and spread all around the floor. It was totally mutilated, a sight he had never saw before. Beside it was a lovely hand-written note.
Boy: MOM!!!
The mother rushes into the room and grabs to his mother, sobbing.
Boy: Why would someone do this!? How could they destroy my PS2?
Mom: Son, there are some sick people in this world.
Boy: Did it suffer?
Mom: I don't know, sweetie...
Boy: We need to call the cops, to stop this sick person!
The boy rushed over to the phone and dialed 911.
Boy: I NEED TO TALK TO THE POLICE!! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!
Fade out.
OOC: Don’t ask what this is about, I have no idea.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:02:28 GMT -5
Segment: Interview Pt 3 (Credit: Scarlet)
INTERVIEW WITH SARIN ROSSI 28 AUG 2005 11:00 PM
I really enjoyed our date tonight. The movie was very strange, however. I mean, the animation was good, but the people! They definitely did not look Japanese. All of their eyes were round and huge, and some of them even had blonde hair!
Oh, well, yes, the villain and that samurai had the only Asian looking eyes. Thank you for leaning over to whisper translations in my ear, I'm afraid I'm not very good with languages. Tongue is too clumsy. It took me forever to learn how to speak English properly.
Hm? I guess. I only stayed in Japan for a month after I kil--after the Incident. No, I'm fine, let's just sit down by the fire. You have a lovely fireplace. I never knew you had such an eye for interior design!
No. I'm a psychology major, remember? I was studying at Dublin University before...the Incident.
Maybe in another interview, mm'kay? Not right now. I'm tired, my feet are sore, and it's a very trying tale.
A foot massage? Are you gifted? Oh...oh...oh...yes...you are _very_ gifted...
It's funny. My first real...ugh...win was by interference. That...oh yes, right there...referee wasn't very bright. Daredevil is a very gifted wrestler, but I would have destroyed him if not for that eye shot he gave me...where did you learn to do _that_? Anywho, I was contacted by Stuff Magazine for a cover shoot. I turned it down. I don't think I need to do something like that to increase my already huge fanbase. And too much indecent exposure is against Allah's law. It came as such a shock when I discovered a man could look freely on a woman's face in Ireland! I was embarrassed for days.
Do we have to start now? Oh alright. Here we go...
Every day, for at least two hours, I navigated my way through endless halls, passageways, ornate carpeting, and staircases to the Aikido and Aiki-jujitsu shrine where Sensei resided. While I was always undernourished, my body was toned every day, and I finally shed my baby fat and developed some muscle. Oh stop it, I know I'm no Chyna Doll but my arms are sexier than hers anyway!
Part of the excruciating workout involved carrying two buckets of water up and down the endless stone staircase described in my last interview. My back ached for days, and I could feel cruel welts cutting into my shoulders. Hm? No, I did not have to punch through wood. Wherever did you come up with something like that?
Afterwards, my sensei would instruct me on the mysterious of Aikido. It originally was a form of destruction, used by samurai to obliterate and kill their opponents. Then, a wise man came along and transformed it into the Aikido we know today. Did you know that Aikido means "Way of Harmony?" To master it is to be at one with yourself and your adversaries.
I started out learning combat basics. How to fall, evasive rolls, cartwheel dodges, backflips. I know, it sounds like acrobatics, but for a woman of my size and strength I need to physically outlast my opponent, and evade as many of their blows as possible.
Then came blocking. Sensei attacked me with a total of fifteen different fighting styles. I learned how to anticipate oncoming attacks and block them effectively. He was ruthless, beating me short of breaking my bones. He was kind enough to spare my face. I didn't want to walk out looking like an exhausted three dollar whore.
No, he did not force me to eat rice with chopsticks, even though my hands were sore. Where are you coming up with these ideas, dear?
Stop interrupting and let me finish my tale. Fine, my _interview_. Are you putting this on my fansite? You better edit some stuff out.
Meanwhile, as I labored through the cruel tutelage of my mysterious Sensei, I began to feel homesick. Here I was, alone in this strange world, where men could approach women at will, speak with them, and even take them out for a night on the town! I was scandalized. I wanted nothing of it.
The culture shock from moving to Ireland was mind blowing. There would be days where I'd just sit in my room, too scared and exhausted to venture out. That changed, of course, when school started.
I was petrified. I gave a very poor first impression. I clutched my burka like it was my most prized possession. I heard murmurings, gossip, and cruel jokes behind my back, every where I went. While I was mortified and humiliated, I kept telling myself At least I'm safe and following Allah's command.
While I endured endless insults, I kept my faith. I knew Allah would reward me in the afterlife if I was true to his teachings. In the blink of an eye, I was ready to put aside my faith and crumple up the Koran and toss it in the garbage.
I saw him.
I remember racing to my biology class, a little forgetful and disorientated. In my haste to avoid a tardy slip I neglected to watch where I was going. I bumped into his chest and fell clumsily, forcing him to catch me in his strong arms.
My eyes travelled up his torso, his broad chest, strong neck, a proudly jutting chin, and they finally rested in the depths of his eyes. I gasped, completely forgetting to act embarrassed, ashamed, and mortified.
"Sorry, didn't see you there. Are you okay?"
I weakly nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I heard the bell ringing in the distance, but it didn't seem to register I'd be late for class. He didn't seem to mind either.
"Think you could stand up by yourself?"
I hastened to comply, straightening my back and regaining some composure.
"I'm Scott. Scott Jacoby. What's your name?"
"Sarin Rossi," I squeaked, breathless and blushing, though the burka concealed the tell-tale red hues of my cheeks.
"What's up?"
"Er? What is up?" I asked, misunderstanding. He laughed, boisterously. I smiled meekly to pretend I understood the joke. Unfortunately, his raucous shouts of mirth attracted the attention of a particularly irritable history teacher, who scolded us and sent us on our way. I didn't see him again for another week.
Oh please, don't be so...so...I don't know. If you haven't noticed, I'm not dating him any more. And who says I do date him anyway? Alright, it's pretty obvious. Whatever. Wanna play checkers?
--End--
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:05:00 GMT -5
Segment: No hard feelings? (Credit: Senator/Predator)
Coming back from the break, the Senator is seen standing next to Kevin Anderson in the back. Phillips is wearing his usual custom tailored suit, and looks a bit ticked off.
Anderson: On Warfare, last Monday, you had a Submission match wi...
The Senator: Pure Style submission match, Mr. Anderson, continue.
Anderson: Ok, a Pure Style submission match, with BK London, and you had him locked into one of your signature holds with him about one second from tapping...
Senator: You do not know that. London is a pretty tough cookie to crack, I would probably have eventually prevailed, but he was not about to tap at that moment.
Anderson: Ok...um...Predator attacked you then, what did you think about that?
Senator: What do you think I thought? I was in the middle of a very competitive match, in one of the few situations I have to blow off steam and enjoy myself thoroughly, and I was interrupted! What do you think about...
All of the sudden, a hulking figure walks in range of the camera, yes, it's none other than Wolf, who snatches the microphone from the Senator.
Wolf: Don't be shittin' me here! I think you're going to receive a beatin'!
The Senator stares up at the larger wrestler for a moment...at least until Predator comes out of nowhere, blindsiding him with a wrench to the back of the head, sending Phillips sprawling out on the floor. Wolf tosses the microphone to the Pred.
Predator: Hey Senator! How's that feel? Oh wait, you can't feel that, you're unconscious!
Predator pauses for a second, and gives a sharp look to Kevin, who is quivering in his shoes.
Predator: Hey Kevin, you not a Pred-Head or something? You don't like that? Huh?
Anderson: Uhh...I...well...you did just knock out the person I was interviewing...and I have no idea why you did so...
Predator: You want to know why I attacked Senator? Simple. I'm going to move up in the ranks and make a name for myself here, and I'm going to do so by beating the Senator at Heatwave! That's twice that the stuffed shirt didn't know what hit him, you know. The Pred-Heads and I are going to run him down like a deer in the spotlights! No matter where he is, between now and Heatwave, I'll seek him out and hunt him down, 'cause that's what I do!
Wolf: And that's the truth!
Predator: Damn right it is!
Predator and Wolf both walk off, leaving Kevin Anderson to watch the medics revive the Senator. The Senator looks in no condition to do much of anything as they carry him off, and one can only wonder what Predator's got planned next.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: Hospital Visit (Credit: Rena)
Rena’s heels clicked down the halls of the hospital as she made her way through the rushing doctors and nurses. She stopped and talked to a nurse.
Rena: Can you please tell me where Charlotte King’s hospital room is please?
Nurse: Are you a family member?
Rena: Of course, I’m her sister. Don’t you see the resemblance?
Nurse: A little, she’s down the hall. She’s resting though.
Rena: Don’t worry, I wont bother her.
Nurse: All right.
Rena smiled sweetly and moved along into the room which Charlotte was in. She closed the door loudly so that Charlotte’s closed eyes popped open. The minute she saw Rena, she opened her mouth to scream something.
Rena: No, no, no;if you say anything I’ll just have to make sure next time you end up in a drawer in the morgue, instead of a comfy little hospital bed.
Charlotte: What the hell do you want?
Rena: Silence, that’s all I want. I just came by to make sure you kept your mouth shut, and to bring this cute little necklace I found.
Charlotte: Why the fuck would you give me a necklace?
Rena: I didn’t say it was for you! They’re for me. I brought you these hideous weeds. Quite fitting for you, don’t you think?
She put some weeds into a vase and filled it up with water in the bathroom. She came back into the room with a smile.
Rena: So how are you?
Charlotte: How do you think I feel?
Rena: You should feel relieved, someone finally gave you a wake-up call. Too bad it had to be me.
Charlotte: Wake-up call?
Rena: You parade around the arena like you’re the hottest shit to ever grace ACW;s presence, with your revealing clothes and shaped body. But everyone knows that you’re just a copy-cat of me. Beauty, blond, toned body, revealing personality. All traits you and I both share, but here’s the difference; I came here first, and I am and always will be the number one female of ACW. Don’t you forget that!
Charlotte’s temper flares, and she can’t stop herself from retorting.
Charlotte: I’m not trying to be like you. I don’t want an STD.
Rena: Excuse me? You little bitch!
She moved over to the bed and called the nurse button.
Nurse: Yes?
Rena: Hi this is miss Charlotte King’s sister, she needs her Percocets right now.
Nurse: Miss King is not scheduled for a percocet-
Rena: She said she really needs it, I’ve been trying to keep her off the drugs lately, trying to be the good older sister, you know? But her problem with them has worsened and I’m afraid she’s becoming a little un-hinged.
Charlotte: I DON’T WANT PERCOCET! GET THE HELL OUT OF THE ROOM!
Rena pressed a hand over Charlotte’s mouth.
Rena: See what’s happening?
Nurse: Maybe you need to leave the room before she harms you.
Rena: Thank you, and make sure they sedate her. Lord knows what I’d do if my poor little sister hurt herself!
Nurse: We will, thank you.
Rena clicked off the call and moved away from Charlotte.
Rena: Bye honey! See you on Monday!
She blew a kiss and smiled. Charlotte gritted her teeth and started to scream obscenities towards Rena. The door flung open with a doctor holding a needle, and Rena’s smile turned into a fake cry complete with tears.
Rena: My poor sister!
Charlotte: YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER! GET THE HELL OUT!!
Rena: OH GOD!
The Doctor put the needle into her and washed the liquid into her body as Rena tearfully ran out of the room. As she got out of the hospital, she wiped them away and began to laugh.
Rena: I’m just teaching her a lesson; making everything wrong in this world-right once again. She’s gotta learn that there’s only room for only one sexiest woman of ACW, and it just has to be me.
((Fade))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:06:38 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Light Heavyweight Title Match Daredevil vs. Fallen Souls
Match 5 approaches, and the crowd is buzzing as Philip sets to work.
Philip: This is a singles contest, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Light Heavyweight championship! Introducing first, from Cardiff, Wales, the challenger – Daredevil!
”Live and Let Die” hits, and the crowd gives Daredevil heat as he comes down to the ring. Daredevil is no stranger to such a reaction, and just ignores it, getting into the ring and stretching as he waits.
Then, “Boldly going nowhere” hits, and the fans cheer loudly as FSX walks into the spotlight with the title over his shoulder.
Philip: And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea, he is part of the Senatorial Stable and the current ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Fallensouls!
FSX smiles at the reaction of the crowd; he’s enjoying holding some gold, and he shows off his belt to the fans by climbing the turnbuckles in the ring. Once he’s done, the referee takes the belt and holds it up before passing it to the outside, and then calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Whatever misgivings FSX might be having about this match, he pushes them aside in order to concentrate on his rival, who looks as if he can almost taste the gold on the line. A lock up starts things off; there’s some scrambling about in the race to take control, and DD’s desire is such that his strength is almost irresistible. FSX, realising that this is not a good position for him to be in, breaks away and whips DD to the ropes; DD grabs them instead of rebounding, and when FSX sees this and approaches, DD braces against the ropes and kicks out with both feet against his foe. FSX stumbles – but to DD’s dismay he does not fall, and as DD is already committed to a springboard splash from the ropes, FSX catches him in the air and turns the move into a spinning slam – to – cover. It gets about 1.5, and DD and FSX race to be the first back on their feet – DD wins the round, and executes a snapmare with cringe – inducing force. FSX does his best to get up again as quickly as possible, but DD is on a roll and whips him into one of the corners. A counted 10 – punch follows, which the crowd recites in time with the referee; Daredevil then whips FSX diagonally across the ring and follows him, going for a turnbuckle splash, but in his enthusiasm forgets about FSX’s signature move. The launch kick once again gets FSX out of trouble, and as DD whirls around and comes after FSX again, a little dizzily, FSX counters his charge into a backbody drop. DD lands hard, and chooses to roll to the outside rather than risk being caught straight away for a pin.
DD avoids a cover, but at a cost; FSX hops up on to the turnbuckles, and wows the crowd with his Senton bomb on to the prone DD. The FSX fanboys cheer, and FSX pulls DD to his feet; things can change quickly on the outside, however, and DD counters a whip from FSX to instead send his foe crashing into one of the ring posts. There’s a ringing sound as FSX bounces off, and he clutches his arm momentarily; DD spots this, and smiles deviously. He batters FSX with a barrage of forearm blows, repeatedly targeting the sore limb, and the pain obviously makes it hard for FSX to keep his arms in front of him to defend himself; DD keeps up his assault, throwing in a kick or tow when the chance arises, and eventually FSX can’t maintain his defences any longer. DD hits a suplex, and then leg drops on to the affected area; FSX yells, and DD smiles even wider as he pushes his foe back into the ring. FSX, though, also has a trick up his sleeve; as soon as his body touches the canvas he pulls himself up using the ropes, and kicks DD back before he too can enter the ring to stop the count. With the referee at 8, DD works out what FSX is trying to do; he leaps up on to the apron and struggles with FSX, desperate to get back in as the “9” count is heard. At the last possible second he punches FSX in the gut and makes a dive through the ropes; he makes it in the nick of time, but as he drops and rolls on to the mat, he ends up looking at the ceiling – just in time to have his vision swamped for a split second by the twisting form of his opponent. DD has nowhere to go as FSX nails the Defiance of Death to a huge cheer, and the ref is in place to make the count for the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner, and still ACW Light – Heavyweight Champion…. Fallensouls!
Daredevil pounds the mat in frustration at his loss; but his anger is tempered by the fact that another chance at the title is just around the corner. FSX hails the crowd, but he looks tired…. can he survive the infinitely greater pressure of the battle royale to come? As is so often said in ACW, time will tell, and the show goes to its last commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:07:09 GMT -5
Segment: Mistaken Identity (Credit: Yoko / RDK)
The camera slowly fades in on a still shot of a gas station. Where is it? Who knows. The point is, it's a gas station, and not the ACW Arena. The camera zooms in on it, slowly. Crickets are chirping. We see two silhouettes enter it, accompanied by a ring when the door opens and closes. The camera abruptly cuts to the inside of the gas station. We see two familiar faces. Yoko Satoshi and RDK. The cashier looks at them, clearly not used to their appearance, and clearly not a wrestling fan.
Cashier: You two... need something?
Yoko: Just some food, it'll only be a minute.
Cashier: Don't try anything funny, I've shot thieves before.
Yoko: We'll keep that in mind.
Yoko looks at RDK.
Yoko: How much money do you have? I don't have any.
RDK: I've got $21 on me.
Yoko: That'll have to do, then. Look for something we desperately need, and buy only that.
RDK nods in repsonse. They seperate into different aisles of the gas station. Yoko is tempted to take a large jar of Slim Jims, she's drawn to the Macho Man Randy Savage on the label. She changes her mind and grabs a generic thing of beef jerky, which would probably last longer than Slim Jims. She also takes a case of bottled water, and heads to the checkout counter. She hands the cashier the two items. RDK comes up next to her.
Cashier: $13.34.
Yoko: ...For beef jerky and bottled water? That's robbery.
Cashier: Pay it or leave, your choice.
Yoko: Fine, RDK, pay him.
RDK: But I'm out of money, brudah.
Yoko: What? You just said you had $21. ...Where did you get those sunglasses?
She just now notices he's wearing a pair of nice sunglasses.
Cashier: $21 dollar sunglasses. He bought them right after you split up.
Yoko: You spent the last of your money..On sunglasses?
RDK: The Machoman has to have sunglasses! Besides, it'll keep anyone from recognizing me.
Cashier: The Machoman? ...Are you Randy Savage?! You look different..
RDK: I'm Randy D-
Yoko stomps RDK's foot. He gets her idea.
Yoko: Yes, he's Randy Savage.
Cashier: I was a big fan of you as a child, Mr. Savage. You made it all look so real. I couldn't handle it when I found out it wasn't, I just stopped watching.
RDK: Well you must understand, only some feds are fake. Like what I used to be in, WWF. When I fight, I fight for real.
Yoko: Can we please have these supplies?
Cashier: I don't even know who YOU are. But Randy Savage can have them, free of charge.
RDK: OoOoOoOo YEAH! Thanks brudah!
RDK takes the pack of beef jerky and Yoko takes the bottled water. They exit.
RDK: Well, we got free food. Now where do we go?
Yoko: Who knows. Away from here.
RDK: I'm with you all the way!
They set off walking down the road.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:07:39 GMT -5
Segment: Second time's a charm (Credit: Angelo and BK)
The scene opens in a dark area with a slight wind and the flow of water is heard in this very tranquil and serene area. The camera turns to reveal Angelo Giovanni resting against his truck with his arms folded. He stands there and lets the cool breeze flow through his black silky hair. He then takes a deep breath of the night air then exhales it with pleasure. He smiles and looks over to his left where BK is still laying in the hatch of the truck.
Angelo: London……let me ask you a question.
BK gasps for air and Angelo turns the knob and a huge tank with the word "Oxygen" on the front, BK seems now to breath more easily as it can be assumed that Angelo turned back on BK's oxygen. BK begins to breathe more and Angelo pulls it off of his face.
London: Where….uuhh huuuh *cough* the hell….are we?
Angelo: No no, no! I’m asking the questions here, not you! So London I ask you. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Hehe.
London: Your joke isn't funny if you’re the only one laughing.
Angelo then begins to tighten the straps around the abdomen and chest area of BK, BK's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he is now struggling for each and every breath. The camera turns to BK to reveal a look of increasing nervousness upon his face as his mouth jitters and he tries to breath on his own. Angelo then releases the tight grip of the straps and smiles.
Angelo: I can do that again too…
London: Angelo, where are we you sick freak? Taking me out in the woods to fufill your sick pleasures?
Angelo: Didn't I just tell you I'm the one asking all the questions? And that’s Mr. Giovanni to you…
Angelo smirks as he looks around at the environment.
Angelo: Ya know BK, there are many things I could do to you right now. Leave you for the wolves. Drive real slowly with the back hatch open, stay away from hills then get to that busy, busy highway and floor it. But no, I won’t do that. I think I’ll just sit back right here. Ahh what a beautiful night. Too bad for you BK, all you can see is the moonlight sky from the gurney. If you could just see this beautiful site over by the lake. Wow.
The camera turns so it’s behind Angelo to reveal him looking out onto a large lake.
From back in the arena.
McNally: Oh god, what does Angelo have planned?
Edison: I don’t know but that looks like a large lake to me.
Angelo: They were sailing along, on moonlight baaaaay! You could hear the voices singing, then they seem to faaaaade, once they see Angelo Giovanni.
London: *coughlamecough*
Angelo punches BK in the face.
Angelo: London say your prayers, say your goodbyes. I hope Kiley is recovering nicely in the hospital, but I’m also sure that she will see this moment and this will make her wish that you had never gotten involved in wrestling. Wish the best for her, well that is if you still care. BK we all know that you wanted Paris as your manager. We all know that you have something for her just admit it. Soon you’re basically going to be cheating on your own, injured wife. But that’s one more thing that I can solve BK. One more thing I can prevent from happening.
BK: Wow, how long did you plan up this little camping trip? As far as I'm concerned you are only doing this so I don't make it to Heatwave. Is that what you want? To be more of a failure than you already are? You make me sick...
BK spits and just misses Angelo. Angelo turns in anger and punches BK repeatedly in the face. BK now busts open and the blood runs all over his face forming a crimson like mask.
Angelo: You’re probably wishing that Ginger or the bodyguards were in that ambulance to prevent this from happening. That wouldn’t matter, you saw what happened to them. This was inevitable. Now you’re just laying here hoping this is all just a nightmare. Well London this IS a nightmare. One that you will not wake up from.
He punches BK over and over again. Then un-straps him from the stretcher then tips it over. BK hits then ground and Angelo kicks him. Angelo picks the stretcher up then throws it over the bridge and into the lake. BK tries to pull himself up. He takes a swing at Angelo but misses and falls to the ground, still feeling the effects of mild concussion.
Angelo: Aww how cute he’s trying to fight back. Now sorry London, I really should have gotten a priest here to read you your last rites. Oh well. Angelo picks BK up by the head then spins around with him gaining momentum, then throws him over the bridge wall. Angelo bends over the wall and watches as BK falls from the 50 foot bridge to the very large bay. Upon hitting the water there’s a huge splash. Angelo smiles deviously and gets back in his truck. He puts the key in the ignition and starts it up. Angelo speeds off, out of the area with the tires screeching. As Angelo turns the corner the camera moves back over to the water and bubbles are seen coming from the water but they slowly stop.
Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:08:34 GMT -5
Segment: Lying is fun (Credit: Rena)
Rena stood in her and Steve’s hotel room. She wore black lingerie, sipping a cosmopolitan while Steven approached her and rubbed his hands on her arms. He kissed her shoulder and moved up on her neck. She frowned and moved away.
Steve: What’s wrong?
Rena: Not in the mood. I’m tired of playing games.
Steve: What games?
Rena: The game that when you’re gone, I’m lonely, and then you appear and everything is supposed to be fine.
Steve: I’ve been busy.
Rena: Ok. Well I just don’t feel like it tonight, alright?
Steve: Ok. So I heard someone jumped Charlotte in your room.
Rena: Yes, terrible thing, isn’t it?
Steve: Is it really?
Rena: What do you mean by that?
Steve: Do you feel threatened by Charlotte?
Rena: Honesty- I can’t believe you’d think I would do such a thing! That hurts me, Steve!
She pouted, and Steve moved towards her.
Steve: I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone.
Rena: Good. Steve?
Steve: Yes?
Rena: I’m in the mood now….
((Fade out))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 1, 2005 16:09:13 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Tag Title Match - 15 Minute Iron Man Deities of War vs. The Predators (Opening and closing events credit: NBK / Scott Andrews)
For once, the final match is a tag contest, and a title one at that. The fans wonder what they’re in for, as Philip comes to the ring one final time.
Philip: This is a tag team contest, with a time limit of 15 minutes and an “Iron Man” stipulation, wherein the team which has scored the most pinfalls and submissions at the end of the time period will be declared the winner. This match is also for the ACW tag team championships…. therefore first please welcome the challengers. From Winnipeg, Canada….. Predator and Wolf, known collectively as the Predators!
”Stay together for the Kids” plays, and the Predators come to the ring looking focused on making the most of this opportunity. Wolf gets a few cheers, but mainly the response is negative as the pair wait in the ring for their opponents.
Philip: And their opponents, from Parts Unknown and Newcastle, England…. Cernunnos and Sgt. Pilko, the Deities of War!
”The Phantom of the Opera Overture” plays, and there is a loud cheer from the crowd as Cernunnos and Pilko walk out together and head to the ring, carrying their belts with them. They enter the ring and watch their foes carefully, and the referee is just finishing his preparations when the lights flicker and then turn off, The arena is left in darkness, then the AlphaTron comes to life showing footage of the African plains, The sound of a lion roaring echoes all throughout the arena. A White Lion can now be seen on screen, it morphs into NBK(cut footage of NBK wrestling is played as well)."Sex Machine" by Dope blares over the pa system. Out Steps Lex De LaRocha wearing an Italian black dress shirt and black dress pants, he arrogantly poses on the entryway ramp, flexing for all of the girls, he points to his abs and grins. Lex grabs a mic from an AcW lackey, throws his head back and his arm up putting the mic by his mouth using his free hand to signal to the backstage to cut his music.
NBK:"FINALLY...Lex De LaRocha has come back,to..."
Lex pauses and lowers his head, he has a look of confusion while looking around the arena. The fans are silent and wait, but the look of confusion slowly becomes a slight grin.
NBK: "Wait a damn minute, do any of you citizen street trash actually know the name of this craphole you call home?"
The arena explodes into a huge negative response of booing and cursing (for he has dared to ask the unanswerable question, that which is and shall always be a mystery, hail hail etc.) as well as the fans throwing soft drinks at NBK.
NBK: "Whoa whoa whoa, you need to realise something! I’m not like you people, I DON'T LIKE TO LIVE IN MY OWN FILTH! OR YOURS FOR THAT MATTER! YOU...MAKE..ME..SICK!"
Extra security was called in to get the crowd under control as Lex keeps taunting and teasing the crowd. NBK paces around the entryway ramp looking down at the four men in the ring. Lex pauses and has his trademark grin across his face. The fans continue to boo.
NBK: "And as for you four jack-me-off sons of bitches standing in that ring, let me remind you of something! You may be fighting in that ring for the tag titles but make no mistake, you are far from being champions! You lower the value of those titles, you are no better then these street trash wannabes in the crowd! Whoever holds those titles, hold the golden one way ticket into the lion's den! I will tear you limb from limb, beat you senseless, and take those titles, putting them where they belong...."
The fans boo loudly as Lex moves his hands across his midsection signalling for the belt being around his waist.
NBK: "Hey, Don't hate....Appreciate!"
Lex rips open his shirt, he poses flexing and spins showing off his muscles. The girls in the arena scream and cheer as all of the males in the arena boo.
NBK: "Oh yeah baby, ya better believe it, I am evolution’s way of saying your obsolete! I’m the best bod in the biz today, Lex De LaRocha is a genetic phenom… the mountain you cannot climb, the ocean you cannot cross...king of kings....The Natural Born Killer, A god amongst men, revered and feared...the same!"
The fans boo.
NBK: "Why don't you street trash go out and get shot by a drive by, it would be the most productive outcome of your lame ass lives!"
The fans start to get more violent pushing and fighting security. NBK flips off the crowd and continues to taunt them.
NBK: "Hey I'll be watching your little, non impressive iron man match backstage to congratulate the winner with a super kick to the face, since I'm such a nice guy!"
"Sex Machine" by Dope hits the amps and NBK throws the mic down and heads backstage. Both the Predators and the Deities watch to make sure he’s really gone, and then Wolf and Cernunnos remain in the ring while their partners shift to the apron. Finally satisfied that all is in order, the referee signals to the timekeeper to let the match begin.
Bell Rings.
It’s a rare day indeed when Wolf is at a size disadvantage…. but this is one such day, and Cernunnos looks as if he’s determined to make every pound count in his quest to cull the Predators. The two men circle, when you’re carrying that sort of power it’s never a good idea to charge rashly into a fight… but there is no other option available here, and the gap quickly evaporates and suddenly Wolf and Predator are face to face, punching the living daylights out of one another. Cernunnos has hands like sledgehammers, devastating even when used in an open manner, but Wolf has been working on his agility and most of the blows miss the mark. In contrast, Wolf can’t deliver a single takedown strike, but he works away on Cernunnos’ abdomen, gradually increasing his foe’s discomfort and also quietly moving backward toward the corner. As Wolf comes close to the ropes, Cernunnos re – times his attack and smashes Wolf across the jaw; Wolf almost falls, and Cernunnos helps him the final step of the way with a sidewalk Slam. Cernunnos drops down into a cover – it takes plenty of strength from Wolf to get his shoulder up at the 2 count, and Cernunnos frowns. Slowly he gets back on to his feet, and drags Wolf up with him – but then Wolf swings his arms and pushes Cernunnos back, and jumps up on to the turnbuckle. He climbs up and turns just in time as Cernunnos approaches again; with his feet on the second rope, Wolf punches Cernunnos between the eyes, shrugs off a warning from the ref, and uses both hands to grab Cernunnos in a chokehold. With a roar of effort, Wolf lifts Cernunnos off his feet and then chokeslams him as hard as he can; the ring shakes violently, and Wolf throws himself unceremoniously on top of his opponent. Cernunnos takes the full punishment of the move, and his kickout comes just a little too late, making the crowd shout and yell in surprise.
Philip: That’s a fall! Four minutes gone, the score is now Predators 1, Deities 0!
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