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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:02:07 GMT -5
Segment: Healthy Competition (Credit: BK/Kudo)
The scene opens with BK London continuing to walk from the ring through the dark ramp and heads into the locker room area of the arena. He still has the International Championship hunched over his shoulder as he walks past some of the crew in the back. One of the make up artists walks past BK and he turns around, still walking, to get a peep of the junk in her trunk. He continues walking backwards and then bumps into none other than Kudo, who gets a bunch of heat mixed with a few of his usual cheers from the crowd himself. BK is startled when he bumps into someone and then almost hesitantly turns his head around to see for himself that it is the Entertainment Champion standing in his way.
BK: Oh...its you. I suspect you witnessed my wonderful masterpiece promo I just cut in the middle of that ring.
Kudo: You just don't get it do you?
BK: Get what? What are you talking about?!
Kudo: You still can't handle the fact that 3 days ago, in the middle of that very ring, I pinned you one....two....three.
BK: You pinned me? Please...the only reason you won is because you have a partner you can count on, your little Armada buddy, I was stuck with some orange picking, car washing, imbecile. And besides...you can't consider that a true win because it was a two on two tag team match. I was distracted with other things, and if I faced you one on one and kept my main focus on winning, you better believe that I would be the victor.
Kudo: Oh come on now, stop trying to throw excuses around Mr. Boy Wonder, because I'm afraid I don't want to hear it. The fact of the matter is I pinned you on Monday. And there is nothing you can do about it.
BK(angry): Nothing I can do about it?! You wanna see what I can do about it?! I'll show you what I can do about it! I'll...I'll..
Kudo(grinning): You'll what?!
BK: Why don't we have a competition huh?! You're always going off about how your the light heavyweight athletic godsend of this generation, so I bet you in any form of competition, ANY form of competition, I could wipe the floor with you!
Kudo: No, I've got a better idea. How about we settle this in a match tonight, mano y mano...one on one. And we'll see who's the better out of the two, no blame game, no technicalities... no excuses.
BK: ...You want a match? Well you know what?!.........no. (some fan boos are audible from the outside) You see, I have to defend this bad boy tonight against Hitman of the Gods. (slapping the title over his shoulder) The biggest person to date to step into the ACW ring, and of course I can't have two matches tonight.
Kudo: Of course not, we all remember the last time you had two matches...
BK: ...Shut up! You know what? I'll bet you something. I've seen all your matches against Hitman of the Gods, all your Entertainment title defenses, well I bet that tonight I can go out there and not only beat Hitman and successfully defend my International title, but I'll do it in less time than you ever could!
Kudo ponders to himself and smiles while looking up.
Kudo: Haha, okay, you've got it. I'll bet on that.
BK: Excellent. Now I have a match to get ready for so if you'll EXCUSE me ---
BK aggressively pushes his way past Kudo towards his locker room and doesn't even take a look back as Kudo chuckles to himself and walks off smiling as the camera fades out.
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Match 5: Hitman of the Gods vs. BK London (Credit: Daredevil)
The show passes the halfway point, and the crowd shows no sign of flagging as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will have a 20 minute time limit! Firstly making his way to the ring, from New York City...BK London!
’Diamonds’ by Kanye West hits, and BK London walks through the curtain to a mixed reception -mostly boos - fro the crowd as he walks down to the ring. When he gets to the area immediately around the ring, he does something odd – he walks up to the timekeeper, and asks him a question which the mics do not pick up. The timekeeper just nods, and BK seems satisfied.
He enters the ring, spins around with his arms up in the style of a certain Kurt Angle before waiting at the ropes for his opponent. Suddenly the sounds of thunder echo throughout the arena, and the lights fade. ‘I Love It Loud’ by KISS hits, and Hitman of the Gods walks out, wearing his trademark trenchcoat to the screaming fans.
Philip: And making his way to the ring, being accompanied by his guardian angel XS3, standing at eight feet tall and weighing in at 600 lbs, Hitman of the Gods!
Smoke fills the stage as the fans continue to go wild, and the Hitman slowly walks down the ramp, with XS3 slapping the hands of the fans. They both get to the ring, where Hitman enters and the lights resume. Hitman gives the ‘rockout’ sign \m/ and the song stops. Philip leaves and Hitman turns to BK, who is mockingly clapping and taunting ‘bravo’ as the two get ready to fight.
Bell Rings.
Hitman and BK walk towards each other and BK comes in with an immediate barrage of elbows to the head. The height of the Hitman though is almost frightening, and he turns, smiling to the camera before throwing BK to the floor. BK jumps up, looking a little embarressed but goes back to the Hitman, and throwing several punches, and effective ones at that. Hitman feels the effect of them, but it takes several punches to get him into the corner. BK takes time to rest but he ends up rueing this mistake as Hitman grabs him around the neck, and throws him into the corner. The fans cheer as Hitman begins slapping the chest of BK, and it’s clear that it hurts the Brooklyner as red hand prints appear on his chest. After a couple more slaps, Hitman grabs BK with the head and throws him over his head and landing on his back. BK screams in pain, and Hitman tries a Big Splash, only for BK to roll out the way. BK hits a running knee drop onto the back of Hitman, and takes some valuable time to recover. He allows Hitman to climb back to his feet, but BK has an idea, running up and attempting an Enziguri. However Hitman doesn’t follow the plan, and catches BK, powerbombing to the outside of the ring. The crowd go nuts as Hitman shows off a little, and the camera catches a view of BK, who looks completely out of it. XS3 rolls BK back into the ring and Hitman makes the pin, but BK shows great athleticism in order to kick out before the three count.
Hitman lifts him up, a little pissed off but nonetheless adament in finishing off the match. He throws BK against the ropes, and lifts him up with a Military Press. Hitman shows off again, pretending BK is a weight, and lifting him up and down before giving BK a huge 9-foot drop to the floor. Hitman rolls him over and makes the pin, but again BK Manages to kick out. Hitman lifts BK up and again throws him against the ropes, this time trying a Big Boot. However BK slides under the boot, and rolls Hitman up, only to get a two-count. The crowd aren’t pleased, but BK gives them the finger before turning around, and giving Hitman a knee to the face. He tries again, but Hitman grabs the knee and twists it round, cuasing immense pain to occur in the knee of BK. He catches BK around the neck, going for the chokeslam but BK kicks him in the gut, and hits the Revolver (Twist of Fate). It looks all over as BK makes the pin: 1......2......kickout by Hitman! BK just shakes his head in disbelief, lifting the big man up and trying another Revolver. He hits it again and goes to the top rope, hitting the From Brooklyn to London Cannonball Shooting Star Press. However just as he gets ready to hit the move, Hitman sits up, and BK lands with a THUD! in the ring. Hitman gets up as well as BK, but Hitman wins the race, hitting the Judgment Day (Reverse DDT). He makes the cover:
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Kickout by BK!
The crowd fall back in their seats again as BK kicks out, and look quite annoyed as Hitman slams the mat with his giants fists in disgust. He lifts BK back up and throws him agains the ropes, but this time BK evades the attempted clothesline, planting Hitman with the Superkick. He falls back, making the pin:
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Hitman grabs the ropes!
The crowd cheer again as BK just looks on in disbelief, adamant that the match was done there and then. BK slowly uses the ropes to get up, as well as Hitman, and the two get into a grapple hold. 99 times out of 100 Hitman would win this, but this proves to be the 1% chance BK has, and he manages to turn to the back of Hitman, and hits an unbelievable release German Suplex that shakes the ring. BK looks at his options, and grabs the ankle of Hitman, locking in the Make or Break (Anklelock). Hitman screams in pain, but BK sits down, locking in the heel hook. Hitman is in an unbreakable position, and the camera close-up is able to hear him scream as he tries climbing to the ropes. XS3 cheers him on, as well as the crowd as he reaches out for the ropes. He fails, and reaches out again, almost touching the ropes. However now BK applies even more intensity, and this is too much for Hitman, who has no other option than to tap out. BK lets go of the hold, throwing his arms up in the air as Philip re-enters the ring.
Philip: Here is your winner by submission...BK London!
The crowd boo the announcement of BK’s name as Diamonds hits again, but BK ignores them, choosing to leave the ring right away. He walks over to the timekeeper, and the timekeeper looks at the stopwatch with which he monitors the matches… the timekeeper shows it to BK, who smiles widely. The camera just manages to catch a shot, showing the elapsed time on the match as 10 minutes 55 seconds, and BK looks strangely pleased as he makes his way out. Meanwhile, XS3 enters the ring and sees to Hitman’s ankle along with the referee, but the big man manages to get to his feet on his own. As BK’s music stops, Hitman leaves the ring with the aid of his guardian angel XS3 to a standing ovation as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:02:56 GMT -5
Segment: The Latin Strikes Back! (Credit: Latino)
As the show comes back from commercial break the oh so familiar setting of Latino and Atomic’s dressing is shown. Everything is in it’s usual place and Latino comes into view as he walks around with a bag of what looks like to be MeowMix. He starts shaking it trying to get Richard Parker’s attention. He stops for a second and looks around as he doesn’t see the cat in sight. Latino starts shaking the bag once more trying to bring the cat out.
Latino: Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, I want chicken, I want liver, Please Deliver.
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Dammit come out here!
Richard Parker comes out behind Latino from underneath the desk. Latino jumps up taken by surprise and mutters out a “Maricon” under his breath. He watches as Richard Parker jumps on the couch and then stares at the bag.
Latino (pouring the food in a dish): Alright look you’re gonna eat this crap and then I have a special surprise for you.
KNOCK, KNOCK!
Latino: That’s your little friend for today. I’m sure you’re gonna like this. Come on in!
The door opens in as two Hispanic men dressed in a blue uniform come in carrying a large box. They set it down in the middle of the room as Latino starts asking them coming questions.
Latino: Hey cuidate, mexicanos! Be careful with that it’s special merchandise.
Delivery Man 1: Hey! We aren’t Mexicans!
Delivery Man 2: Yea! We are….MEXICOOLS!!
Delivery Man 1 (5 Seconds Later): ….MEXICOOLS!!
Latino: …..Get the hell out of here.
Delivery Man 1: Pero we are-
Latino (Pushing both men out): Callanse la boca! Get the hell out!
Latino slams the door shut and still from the outside you can both men say “WE ARE MEXICOOLS!!!” He shakes his head as he can’t believe what just happened and then turns his attention back to the box.
Latino: Aha! See I got you now gato! Last time you made me make that hole over there but now I got you know.
Opening the door the box.
Latino: Say hello to my little friend!
As Latino opens the door fully the camera zooms in on the entrance trying to get a glimpse of what’s inside. The sounds of an animal come out as do footsteps. Soon enough the face of a dog, a pitbull to be exact, is shown and Latino starts talking with excitement.
Latino: Yea you see him that’s a pitbull. They eat gatos like you for breakfast! See I used to have one when I was kid and now I have this one just for you. Alright Al Pacino attack him…..come on…..bite…..do something!
The crowd holds its breath… but as the dog emerges fully from his box, it’s clear that Pacino isn’t quite ready for a leading role yet; he’s still just a young and rather cute pup. The puppy just sits down as he looks around. Latino starts nudging him as he tries to push him forward towards Richard Parker. He finally picks up the puppy and places him on the couch close to Richard Parker.
Latino: Alright you’re close to him…..get him! Attack dammit!
Al Pacino slowly starts to get up and walk to Richard Parker. Just as they get close Richard Parker meows and bats at Al Pacino’s nose. The puppy quickly jumps back as he lets out a yelp in surprise.
Latino: Hey! You don’t take that from some punk ass gato!
Latino picks up the puppy as he tries to give it a pep talk.
Latino: Alright listen. You can take that cat, you’re Al Pacino! WHO-HA! WHO-HA DAMMIT! WHO-HA!
* Fades to Black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:04:09 GMT -5
Segment: ReVenge (Credit: BK London)
The scene fades in and BK London is on his way back from his match against Hitman of the Gods where he was triumphant in victory. Still exhausted and tired from the bout he adjusts the International Title on his shoulder and looks as if he is about to make a b-line for his locker room. Just then he is stopped by one of the people from the crew, a short stubby man with a blue button up ACW shirt on.
Crew member: Umm...BK. Chairman Gingerdude says he would like to see you in his office right now?
BK: Right now?
Crew member: Right now.
BK: Right now Right now?
Crew member: Right now Right now.
BK:*sigh* Alright, I'll see what ol' Ginger wants. He's in his office correct?
Crew member: Yes sir.
BK turns around and begins to head for his office and he walks down the hall continuing to breathe slightly heavily and then approaches the huge wooden oak door. He slowly turns the knob and enters the room to witness Ginger just finishing up some paper work. He looks up and removes his glasses before calling BK over to his desk.
Ginger: Ah BK, just who I wanted to see. Come on over son, I want to have a word with you.
BK: If it’s about the $20 I took, I'll pay it back man.
Ginger: No, no, no. It’s about the status of our show. You see, your one of the top superstars in ACW today, hell your one of the most decorated superstars in ACW history...and I see you week in and week out strutting in with that International Championship and I can't help but think to myself...you deserve so much more.
BK: I've been thinking about that too...you see ever since I lost the World Title I've never really got a rematch for my coveted belt. I think that at Samhain I should be the Number One Contender for the World Championship...
The boos from the crowd can be heard coming through the walls from the ring area and BK acts like he doesn't hear it.
BK: So what do you say?
Ginger: Title shot? What are you talking about, I'm talking about your in-ring skills. Your in ring skills should be used to its full extent....you are a great in ring competitor and I want to exploit that. So next week on Warfare I am putting you against a person…who like you...has been on one hell of a roll, a person who has been itching to get their hands on you since your last encounter. And that person is none other than............Hunter.
BK: Hunter?! Why that long haired, hippie, Pink Floyd dick rider...
Ginger: Because I want to put on the best matches in ACW, now if you will excuse me I have some business to attend to elsewhere.
Ginger grabs his blazer from the back of his chair and places it on and salutes BK London before exiting his own room. BK London questions himself and says to himself "Hunter?" before shaking his head and exiting the room.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:05:30 GMT -5
Segment: The three sort-of musketeers (Credit: RDK)
Back in the ACW corridors, Julien has been awake for a while now, and he now realizes what has happened. He has told many people what has happened but nobody believes him, however El Froggy saw all of this with Beau James as they were discussing and debating about politics in the janitor's closet. The two talk to Julien about the matter...
Beau: They be goin' downtown I reckon'!
El Froggy: But not just anywhere downtown they go. Froggy know route.
Julien: Is that right? How so?
Beau: Me and the frogster be seein' these scoundrels runnin' about trying to find where RDK was and what not, they asked us a few questions if I recall...but uh, I thought they were after MY SSW TITLE! I---
El Froggy: No title, just questions. Froggy suspicious, seen their van go by many time, silly men live two blocks from arena. Janitor's binoculars, why he has em? Froggy doesn't know, they help though.
Julien: Can you guys take me there?
Froggy: Free supper at Red Lobster!
Beau: The frog has a good idea, seize the opportunity and take the SSW Champion' an' is' companion for dinner!
Julien: Alright Alright! Just take me there! I got a car!
The three speed off through the corridors and out the exit as they get into Julien's 1991 Crown Victoria, speeding off into the night....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:06:00 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Entertainment Title Match Predator vs. Kudo (Credit: Davey)
We begin with "Stay together for the kids" already playing and Predator in the ring and waiting on his next Entertainment Title shot. He stretches and attempts to get ready for his title shot in the moments that he is in the ring and waiting you hear, “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi start up as Kudo makes his way out from behind the curtain.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring from Kyoto Japan and weighing in at 200 lbs Mr. K.O. Kudo Yasuda!!!!
Kudo makes his way to the ring and turns around to hand his title to the ring assistant.
Phillp and already in the ring from Winnipeg, Canada! Pre...
As Phillip begins to announce Predator's participation in the match, Predator jumps Kudo from behind.
Bell Rings.
Predator continues with stiff rights and lefts to Kudo's back bringing him to the ground. Predator flips Kudo over and goes for an early pinning attempt.
1 . . . . . . 2 . . Kickout!
Predator gets up already frustrated and shows it by arguing with the Ref. He slaps his hands together three times as to say that was a three. While he is busy arguing with the ref Kudo is able to shake off any effects from the sneak attack by Predator. Kudo gets up and stands directly behind shaking his finger as Predator turns back around. Kudo runs up to Predator and delivers a Yakuza Knee strike laying Predator out cold.
1. . . . 2. . . . 3. . . . 4. . . . 5. . . . 6. . . . 7. . . . 8. . . . 9 . . . 10!
The ref calls for the bell.
The bell rings
Phillip: Here's your winner by knockout...Kudo!
Kudo has his hand raised in victory. He grabs his title and come back into the ring and just stares at Predator’s motionless body and laughs. He exits the ring just as Predator comes awake. Predator gets up and begins to look for Kudo. He seems to think the match is still going. The ref comes over and informs him. Predator is not happy he grabs the ref by the shirt and launches him across the ring. Predator then leaves to the back disappointed but knows that odds are that he will get another shot at "his" title in the future.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:06:42 GMT -5
Segment: Shining (Credit: Davey)
As we open on what appears an unstable Davey Marvel, You can see the look of a desperate and troubled man in his face. He is gritting his teeth in anger. Although we are unable to see what he is doing as we are only focused on his face we are able to guess that he is writing something. He appears to be writing it on the walls of wherever he is. As the camera pans away from Davey's face you begin to notice that there is writing all over the walls in a locker room that does not belong to Davey. Still unable to read what the writing says Davey grabs the camera and shows you what it says.
The walls read as follows: All work and no play makes Davey a dull boy.
It says that all over the walls. The more we are in the room the more we notice that it is the Senatorial Stables locker room. This must be in retaliation for what Hunter and the Capitalists did to his rug the show prior. Davey knowing that Hunter nor anyone else in the stable will enjoy the decorating that he has done. So Davey leaves before anyone can come into see this. He exits the locker room looking behind him in the hall making sure no one is there. He turns a corner and turns back around to make his escape to the safety of the Untouchables locker room. When Davey turns back around he is shocked to see the Capitalists standing right next to each other as if they were twins.
The Capitalists (together): Come play with us Davey. Come play with us.
Shocked by what he has seen Davey rubs his eyes in disbelief. Upon taking his hands down from his eyes he is surprised to see that Capitalists gone and Davey is now in his own Untouchables locker room. He is horrified by the sight he sees in front of him. Someone has bloodied and beaten Damien and Rev. They are motionless on the floor laying a pool of their own blood. Davey who is now furious knows who did it. Davey exits into the hall in pursuit of the one he feel has done this. On the way out Davey arms himself with a devastating weapon. Rarely used in these situations. Devastating, underused and unorthodox, the Axe-Handle Smash is Davey's weapon of choice. He begins to search out Hunter. Screaming for him all the while.
Davey: Hunter! Hunter my boy! Where are you Hunter! Come out come out where ever you are...
Davey begins walking down a hallway near the ACW arena kitchen. He sees what appears to be Hunter hiding in a cabinet. Hunter knows he has been spotted and makes a break for it. Davey begins sprinting after Hunter. The two are in hot pursuit. Davey of Hunter and Hunter of safety. Hunter ducks into a locker room. Davey attempts to open the door but fails, Hunter wisely locked it before Davey had a chance to open it. Davey begins to hit at the door with his Axe-Handle smash. The ACW officials are not liking what they are seeing and attempt to control Davey. This just makes him more mad and dishes out fierce Axe-Handle Smash after Axe-Handle Smash. Dropping poons like Bobby Brown drops 12-step programs. Davey finally punches a decent enough whole in the door. Peers his head in and says.
Davey: Heeere's DAVEY!
Hunter reaches back and delivers a haymaker of devastating proportions. Laying Davey down but not out. Hunter makes a break for back through the door and to the safety of his own locker room. He walks into the locker room and is even more horrified but what he sees all over the walls. He backs up out of his locker room and makes a break for it out the door of the arena.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:07:13 GMT -5
Match 7: Jake Cheng vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: BK)
A clash of the stablemates is on the cards for match 7; the crowd watches as Philip starts to speak.
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 196 pounds, from Hong Kong, China, representing the Untouchables, Jake Cheng!
"Through the Iris" by 10 years hits and the crowd begins to boo the former Entertainment Champion, Jake walks down to the ring and looks as if he is about to slaps the hand of the fans in the crowd but he pulls his hand away and slides through his hair. Jake chuckles and slides into the ring before taunting the fans getting more heat.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Toronto, Canada, also representing the Untouchables, the Ace of Spades, Jonny Spade!
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits and the crowd continues to boo and Jonny makes his way down to the ring focused on his match. He slides into the ring and begins to stretch and now trash talks the crowd. The referee signals for the bell and the match begins.
The two stablemates quickly lock up in the center of the ring and Jake quickly latches on a waistlock on the bigger man Jonny. Jake tries to take Jonny down to the ground and possibly pull out an amateur style move but Jonny uses his superior weight to keep himself in a vertical position and then he begins elbowing Jake in the side of his face. Jake eventually releases the hold due to the barrage of elbows and Jonny bounces off the ropes, hoping to catch him with a clothesline but is a victim of Jake's Sling Blade. Jonny lays on the ground holding his neck and Jake picks him up and sets him up in the corner. Jake begins to take it to Jonny, laying him in with a few right hands and then focusing on his abdomen with a few shoulder thrusts. Jake hits him with two shoulder thrusts, and then does a back flip and attempts to hit him with a running shoulder thrust a la RVD but Jonny is having none of that as he connects with a knee to the temple of Jake. Jake holds his head in pain and Jonny connects with a clothesline, taking down the former two time Light-Heavyweight Champion. Jake is out on the ground and Jonny begins to pick him up and he whips him into the ropes, as Jake comes off the ropes Jonny attempts to hit a Sidewalk Slam on him but Jake has other thoughts and now attempts a Headscissors Takedown but Jonny even counters that into a Reverse Powerbomb, sending Jake face first into the mat. Jonny rolls Jake over into a pinning position and the referee counts one, two, thr-- but Jake kicked out at the last second.Jonny picks up Jake and sets him up on his shoulder, he spins him for the TKO but Jake lands on his feet with Jonny still in the inverted facelock position and Jake delivers the Guillotine shot.
Jonny could be out of it but Jake is also down due to exhaustion, Jake begins to crawl over to Jonny and he lays his arm over the chest of Jonny, the referee slides over to the shoulders of Jonny but Jonny kicks out right after two. Jake can't believe it and he slowly begins to get up, Jonny begins to get up too. Jake now attempts to hit one hell of a Hurricanrana on Jonny but as Jake is flipping down, Jonny pulls him back up in Powerbomb position and tosses him neck first into the top turnbuckle. Jake holds his neck as he groggily walks out of the corner and Jonny sends him back into the corner with a great standing dropkick. Jake lands into the corner and lands face first on the ground, Jonny backs up and begins stalking Jake edge style. Jake gets up and Jonny sprints at him for a spear but Jake jumps over to Jonny and Jonny lands face first into the corner. Jonny gets up and Jake bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Jake over the top rope but Jake goes over the rope also. Both superstars are out on the outside and they are laying on the outside and the referee begins to count on the outside. At 8 both Jake and Jonny are up and Jonny attempts to slide into the ring but Jake pulls him out before he can make it fully into the ring. Jake tries to slide in the ring but Jonny pulls him out the two begin fighting each other to get into the ring but the bell rings and both of them realize they have exceeded the 10 count.
Philip: Due to both superstars not being able to get back into the ring before the count of 10, this match has resulted in a Double Count out.
Both superstars are shocked and they can't believe it and are disappointed in their little double countout result. Even so, they shake hands; Jake heads for the back, and Jonny is about to follow him…
Jonny, still tired from his match he just had is standing up against the ropes, catching his breath when suddenly the alphatron flickers to life and shows a scene backstage……
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:07:46 GMT -5
Segment: Surprise appearance (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene shows a women running along backstage running into people and equipment backstage. The camera, is still focused from behind the women so we aren’t able to see who it is, that is until she turns to her right and starts to bang on a door she looks both ways and at that moment it is clear that it is Rena Matheson. She continues to bang along the door and eventually the door opens to reveal it to be the chairman of the company, Gingerdude, and he is surprised to see Rena there and he quickly looks worried and begins to speak.
Gingerdude: RENA! While holding her up Where were you?
Rena: Well…Someone…had kidnapped me and locked me up so I couldn’t have that match…
Gingerdude: You’re not serious…. who would do such a thing?
Rena: Well, I am not sure who it was ‘cause the guys had masks on. But, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that asshole, Jonny Spade messing with me just because I was offered the number 1 contenders spot and not him.
Gingerdude: Yea probably, so what do you suggest we do about it?
Rena: Hmm, Oh! can I have a match with him on the 24th?
Gingerdude: Why so late?
Rena: Cause I have more important things to do than worry about him so is it on for then?
Gingerdude: Yea sure, but unless I find something else about this then there will be no match ok?
Rena: Yes I understand.
Ginger then turns and walks back into his office.
Rena: Well it’s a shame that he will spend his time looking into this because he will be wasting his time because I made the whole thing up, oh well.
Rena turns and walks the way she came back as if nothing had happened (which is the case). Meanwhile back in the ring Jonny is still there and he saw everything that had happened backstage and is super pissed about it. He kicks and shakes the ropes and then slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp and backstage still angry.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:09:20 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW Random Reward Ladder Match Davey Marvel vs. Fallen Souls
The crowd is already getting hyped for the main event as crew members place the required ladders next to the side of the ring; a briefcase is suspended above it.
Philip: The main event tonight is a ladder match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Ann Arbor, Michigan, he is a member of the Untouchables and the 2005 ACW Emperor of the Ring…. Davey Marvel!
”The Leaving Song part II” plays, and Davey gets an enormous amount of boos as he walks to the ring, which just makes him smirk. He looks at the ladders and at the briefcase above him, and rubs his hands in anticipation.
Philip: And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea… he is the current ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Fallensouls!
”Eden” plays, and the fans cheer wildly as FSX comes out holding his title up. Even though it’s no longer on the line, he taunts Davey with the belt to the point where the referee has to keep himself between the pair of them as he finishes his required checks. With the fans shouting loudly, the signal is given for the match to start.
Bell Rings.
The crowd is already chanting for FSX as the two men make a rapid start to the match, quickly moving in close and exchanging a handful of blows. FSX clearly doesn’t want to give Davey a chance to hit his stride; he whips him hard at the ropes, and when Davey bounces back FSX lashes out with a mighty clothesline that dazes Davey a little when the back of his head hits the mat. At once, FSX slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder; however, instead of simply sliding it into the ring, he leans it up against one of the turnbuckles at a 45 degree angle, and the crowd roars as FSX runs up the ladder and launches into a moonsault that collides with Davey as he’s getting up. However, the risky maneuver seems to cost FSX more than it does his opponent; Davey is the first to his feet, and he kicks FSX viciously in the stomach as he’s getting up before delivering the Davey Driver ’04. The crowd boos, but Davey ignores them; he pulls the propped ladder into the ring, and sets it up with a practiced hand. He gets one hand to the ladder, but then looks over to see FSX starting to pull himself up using the ropes; Davey’s smart enough to learn from experience, and knows that there will be no lumberjacks to catch him if FSX topples the ladder while he’s on it. Leaving the ladder where it is, Davey turns his full attention back to FSX, and shoves him back into the nearest corner. He works his foe over with body punches, but FSX won’t allow himself to be trapped for long, and he holds the top ropes on either side of him, lifts his weight and then kicks from the post into a graceful dive over Davey’s head. With great agility, FSX rolls forward and comes back to his feet right in front of the ladder; he’s already a few feet up it before Davey even turns around fully and spots what’s going on.
Davey gives chase, and grabs on to FSX’s ankle to hold him while he catches up. FSX tries hard to push Davey away, but Davey is tenacious to a fault and the crowd yells in surprise as Davey superplexes FSX off of the ladder from about half way up. Both men take a tough landing, and the referee starts a 10 count as they lay there trying to get their breath back; Davey starts to get on his knees at the 5 count, and FSX isn’t far behind, so that both men are up as the count reaches 8. The ladder makes it more difficult for the pair to move around the ring; FSX tries to whip Davey into the ladder, but Davey manages to veer off and just miss it by millimeters. Reaching the ropes on the other side, Davey hits them and ricochets, hurling himself at the ladder and trying to knock it into FSX, who is standing directly behind it on the other side. FSX braces and catches the ladder as it topples; he then runs forward, and tries to crush Davey between the ladder and the corner post. Davey sidesteps, and gets behind FSX – but the crowd shouts out in warning, and FSX drops to one knee, lifting his arms up and letting gravity make the far end of the ladder fall. It connects with a metallic sound against Davey’s head, and Davey staggers comically for a few steps before dropping to the mat. FSX drops the ladder on to the canvas, and signals for the Frozen Motion; he climbs up on to the nearest post, but as he launches into the move, Davey revives and rolls over, grabbing the ladder and then rolling back. FSX splashes down on to the ladder; the crowd winces, and Davey gasps as he takes some damage from the impact too, but FSX has the worst of it and clutches his stomach as he rolls off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:10:25 GMT -5
Though he’s clearly starting to feel fatigued, Davey wastes no time in getting the ladder set up again below the belt. He gets a foot on the ladder, but the sound of the crowd galvanizes FSX into a response, and he kips up to a major pop, pulling Davey away from the ladder again. Davey looks incensed, and the pair scrap with one another, in what resembles a brawl more than a wrestling match due to the high feelings running between them. The referee, conscious that things could turn nasty, watches closely to see that lines are not overstepped; but he pays a price for his vigilance, as when Davey tries to throw FSX into the ladder, the referee ends up between man and metal, and is struck hard when he is crushed between FSX and the apparatus. The ladder falls, and Davey hurriedly puts it back on its feet; he musters all of his speed, and starts to climb up as FSX hauls himself back to a vertical base. FSX jumps on to the opposite side of the ladder, and starts to climb; the crowd thrills at the race to the top, and their sound boosts FSX. It’s incredibly close, but he just manages to beat Davey to the top – and, getting his hands to the briefcase, he gives a single sharp tug, putting all his weight on it. The fixings are strong, but the sudden force on the wire exploits its inherent weakness and it breaks, sending the crowd wild. FSX waves the case in Davey’s face, and slides fireman – style down the ladder…
…but Davey, razor sharp as ever, realizes that with the ref still out, the match hasn’t been declared over. He also slides down the ladder, and comes up behind FSX as he is celebrating. FSX doesn’t see the danger, and the fans are shocked as Davey executes the “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” on his foe. The referee, stirred by all the noise, comes around – and sees Davey holding the briefcase, with FSX down and dazed. The ref calls for the bell, and the fans can’t believe their ears as the referee instructs an incredulous Philip on what to announce.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen… the referee’s decision is that the winner of this match is Davey Mar-
Philip doesn’t get any further; out of nowhere, a smirking Davey nails him with the IDT (reverse gutwrench to side Michinoku driver). The fans, who were already very angry, are now absolutely beside themselves with rage. Davey picks up Philip’s mic.
Davey: All of you morons, SHUT UP!
The crowd has no intention of doing anything of the sort, but Davey doesn’t care. He can still be clearly heard, thanks to the microphone.
Davey: So what do you people think of your so – called Light Heavyweight champion now? Not so brilliant, is he? Well guess what – FSX, belt or no belt, you were beneath me before, you’re beneath me now, and you’ll always be beneath me.
Davey almost throws the briefcase down on to FSX’s chest.
Davey: I have big plans… and no one in this arena, in this entire organization, can stand in the way of them. Because I truly am… untouchable.
”The Leaving Song” hits, and Davey smirks once more, before heading to the back. Trainers and medics are arriving to sort out the people in the ring; the crowd boos with a rare venom at Davey, who just smirks even more as he disappears through the curtains.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:10:58 GMT -5
Segment: What does this mean? (Credit: Latino)
Fallen Souls is still in lingering pain from his ladder match as he walks down the hallway favoring his left arm. His title drags along the floor it hangs from the same arm and suddenly he stops in his tracks as a shadow is seen on the floor. The camera pulls back slowly as a hand reaches over to grab the belt. As the familiar attains a firm grasp of the belt and pulls it back Fallen looks directly at the person and the camera pulls back fully to reveal it’s Latino who is holding it.
Fallen Souls: Just give me back my title.
Latino: Just hold on. I’m admiring something that I’ve been trying to attain for so long.
Fallen Souls (As he tries to reach for it): What do you mean by that?
Latino: You see back in a little fed called GFWWE I sought after a similar title. I worked my ass in that federation day in and day out just to get a title shot for the Lightweight Title. And after weeks of losing matches I finally, FINALLY I got a number one contender’s match for it. I won it and then I got my shot at the Lightweight Title. This was supposed to be…
Fallen Souls: What?
Latino: The Golden Age of Latino! It was suppose to be my time as champ. It was suppose to be my time to get my rewards but it wasn’t meant to be then. Now I’m going to do whatever it takes to win this little guy but it has to be from you.
Fallen Souls: Why the hell me?
Latino: Because you chico are the best right now. Did you not see that Ladder match? You’re the one running this title. You’re the one that went toe-to-toe with my wife in the ring. Not many have done that and if I can beat you then I know and everyone else will know that I still have it. This title has just about as much meaning to me as did the GFWWE Title and I will stop at nothing until I get it.
Latino lays the title on Fallen’s shoulder and stands him.
Latino: So you keep that title around your waist or on your shoulder. I will make sure that it stays around your waist.
Latino turns to leave but Fallen Souls grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. The two stare face to face as Latino gives him a look as if to say “What now?”
Fallen Souls: You forgot to ask me the question.
Latino: What question?
Fallen Souls: About the match. The title shot. Ask me it now.
Latino: I told you, tell me when you were ready. So I can wait. As long as I’m around that title will not leave your side.
Latino pulls his arm away as starts walking away. Fallen Souls looks back at it confused but then knows what he wants to say now.
Fallen Souls: Latino, I’ve got the date and the time. October 29. Samhain. You want your shot and you’ll get it then.
Latino: Perfect.
Fades to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:12:03 GMT -5
Closing segment: One for all, and all for one, brudah! (Credit: RDK)
The show appears finished but a final sequence appears that it must be administered as the alphatron once again lights up, and we are back almost an hour later from the RDK and Valmont confrontation....
Randy: Brudah I ain't gonna choose! I refuse to be your slave! THAT'S JUST NOT A VERY MACHO THING! OoOoh NOOOO!
RDK struggles to get out of the ropes he’s tied in, his efforts in vain...
Valmont: Sigh, I am saddened by the fact that you refuse to be my personal money maker, but if this is really what you want, then papa will deliver....alright, slam er' down boys!
The four mystery men proceed by making a group effort to bring down the chain, however the door upstairs is kicked down due to it being locked and El Froggy Mask jumps down from the stairs and drop kicks a mystery man...
El Froggy: OoOoh Yeeah!
RDK's face lights up as he sees El Froggy hurricanara another mystery man. Beau rolls down the stairs and knocks over the two others...
Beau: Oww, me supper better be a five star....
Julien makes his way down the stairs slowly as he sees Valmont. He freezes in fright as Valmont angrily glares at him. Julien just can't move. RDK sees this and shakes his head vigorously, realizing he’s gonna have to macho up to get out of the ropes...
Valmont: JULIEN!? Hahahahahaha! You pesky fool! I can't believe your still kicking around after that brutal beating I gave you last time! Came back for another? Bring it my child!
Julien now snaps, leaping from the side of the stairs. He attempts to leap onto Valmont but Valmont swiftly moves the side and slams his cane against Julien's forehead before he flips over and lands on his back, hitting it on the hard cool steal, almost a deja vu from what happened to one of the mystery men earlier in the night...
Valmont: Foolish boy, you’re thirty five years old and you don't have common sense? For shame, I have overestimated your worth!
Meanwhile Beau is slamming his SSW title into the face of one mystery man whilst El Froggy slides between the legs of the other three, confusing them. Beau finishes the man with one final blow of his SSW title and tosses it aside as it hits something with a large chink and he hears something fall. He ignores it and thinks of it as nothing for now. He then low blows two of the mystery men that Froggy is diverting and that leaves them with one left. He goes to try and grab both Froggy and Beau but the two tackle him by the legs and begin to punch him into a bloody pulp....
Froggy: HA-HA-HA-HA! You getting hurt by muppet! HA-HA-HA!
Beau: Don't be talkin' like that bout yourself there Frog!!
Froggy: Froggy talks about Beau, not himself...
Beau: > : (
The two finish beating the last of the mystery man to a bloody K.O...meanwhile RDK has broken out of the ropes due to his massage macho up....he's about to confront Valmont, but Valmont already realizes he's beat....
Valmont: Today you are saved...or so you think Randy! I'm not going to stick around! Certainly not! But I'm not gonna let you get away scott free!
Valmont then reveals a gun from his pocket and everyone freezes, it appears that he is to shoot someone...but that’s not the case rather since he shoots something! He has shot the chain that keeps the anvil aloft on the ceiling and it breaks, plummeting down on the strap that is below it, and a huge crash is heard and seen as the title shatters into pieces....
Valmont: Well, it appears I have that sorted out...have a nice day boys, or at least try to...
Valmont the proceeds to go up the stairs backwards as he aims at the group with his gun...once he leaves everyone ceases freezing and goes to where the title was...
Julien: I'm...I'm sorry RDK....
All four look over in misery at the damaged title, but then Beau looks closer at the strap....
Beau: ARRARRAR! THAT'S ME SSW TITLE!!!! OH NOOOO!!!
The four realize that it is indeed the SSW title, RDK looks behind the anvil sandwich...
Randy: Brudahs! It's my title!
RDK scoops up the strap and clips it around his waist.
Randy: Yeeeeah brudahs!!! WHOOOO!
RDK jumps in the air about 3 feet as Beau begins to cry....
Beau: What will I be...*sniff*...defendin' now?
Julien pats Beau on the shoulder...
Julien: Don't worry pal, I'll pay what it costs to fix it...
Beau looks up, his eyes excited...
Beau: And buy the king of Kingsport lunch? : D
Julien slaps his forehead as the other three laugh in delight and the show comes to a close on somewhat of a happy note...
Is this really the last we’ll see of the vicious Valmont?
What is in the mysterious suitcase?
And will Kudo take revenge on BK for his lack of respect?
We can’t guarantee all the answers on Warfare… but it should be a great show nonetheless.
Fade to Black.
End of show…..
Or is it?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:16:18 GMT -5
As the fans are preparing to leave, Ginger’s theme hits, and the chairman comes on to the stage. He looks a little flustered.
Ginger (shouting into the back): All right, all right. Are they here? Good Lord, talk about complicated. I don’t know, they run an entire city and still get stuck in airport traffic…
He turns his attention to the fans.
Ginger: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not in your programmes… but we have one further match tonight, one which we have been struggling to schedule due to clashing commitments and other technical difficulties. But if you’ll bear with us, I believe you’ll find it to be worth staying around for.
He looks down toward the ring.
Ginger: Is Jones back on his feet? Oh, thank goodness for that. Ok…
Out in the back, there is what sounds like almost total chaos. A female voice can be heard faintly in the melee.
Alicia: VICTOR! Your bloody dog has chewed up my best pair of pants!!
Victor: It was NOT Al Pacino! Blame your evil cat!!
Alicia: AAAAHHH! I refuse to go into a potentially life threatening situation in substandard clothing!
Ginger just puts an hand to his head and shakes it.
Ginger: We’ll just be a few moments, folks. I’ll leave you to enjoy this.
Ginger wipes the sweat off his brow and walks into the back, and someone hurriedly hands Philip a cue card…..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 13, 2005 16:17:21 GMT -5
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, this final match of the ACW/HWL tournament is scheduled for one fall with a one-hour time limit. Introducing first...from St. Petersburg, Russia, representing HWL...Alexandra "The Black Lotus" Kaesar.
The ACW fans rise to their feet at the beginning of "A Storm of Swords", hoping to get a glimpse of the Black Lotus's arrival. After a second or two, they get their wish, as Alexandra steps out from behind the curtains with her hooded overcoat covering her face. She gets a mixed reaction as she makes her way to the ring, but if she notices it, she doesn't let on. By the time she's on the apron, Alexandra pulls back her hood and finally steps into the ring, getting in her corner with a decidedly expressionless look on her face. It'd appear she's deep in thought...
Phillip: And next, from London England....representing ACW....Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune.
“I’m a Bomb” hits on the ACW Arena sound system as AK comes out to an appropriately loud ovation from the loyal ACW fans, and what sounds like a similar reaction from those staying in the back. She walks down the aisle, looking to her left and to her right, slapping the hands of fans on the way down; though it's clear she's nervous, she doesn't let it taint her entrance. Then she climbs the steps when she makes her way to the ringside area. She takes off her coat and other paraphernalia, and then she enters the ring. She looks at Alexandra for a second, but does not go about trying to start any small talk before the match, instead she takes her corner and awaits the arrival of her brother…
Phillip: Finally...from the Inner City, representing HWL....this is the Ravaged!
The harpsichord intro to "Beast of Blood" plays as the lights dim, and a single red spotlight appears in front of the curtain. As the intro increases in volume, the spotlight widens and widens until it bathes the arena in a crimson light. At the peak of the harpsichord's volume, the guitars finally kick in, and the Ravaged pushes his way out through the curtains. One would expect him get a rather large attack from the ACW fans, but they give him a rather large, if not standing, ovation… He knew what he got himself into, though, and his only reaction is a semi-cynical smirk when he's on the ramp... He looks around for a second, but then he begins his march towards the ring. With a look around, the Ravaged walks down the aisle alone and calmly enters the ring, where his Alexandra and AK await him. He takes off his trenchcoat at the steps and hand it to a nearby official… Then he takes off his gas mask, kisses its forehead, and then tosses it into the sold out crowd. Climbing through the ropes, the Ravaged sits back in his corner and waits for the bell to ring for the opening of the match.
Bell rings.
AK has made the regrettable mistake of keeping her eyes exclusively on the Ravaged, expecting him to attack almost immediately, which leaves her wide open as Lotus takes her knee out from behind. She hits the mat hard and Lotus is on her in an instant, trying immediately for her trademark figure four. AK barely fights it off, and leaps to her feet as Lotus recovers, charging forward with a knee to the gut and an Irish whip. Lotus shoots across the ring (and interestingly, the Ravaged is still in his corner, watching with a pensive expression), comes back through a vie paso, and gets hiptossed on the way back. AK tries to drop into a headscissors to follow up, but Lotus simply rolls over and slingshots her into one corner. As AK stumbles back, Lotus rolls her up, but the referee barely makes it to one before there's a kickout. The two women jump back up, and AK ducks a clothesline, goes for a superkick, and gets caught and dragon screwed. Back in control, Lotus once again tries for the figure four leglock, and AK scrambles to the ropes.
After breaking clean, Lotus steps back and waits for AK to get up. She glances over at the Ravaged, who's in a world of his own for the time being, and then looks back just in time to get met with a kick and a vertical suplex. AK scrambles over into a pin, makes 1 1/2, and is immediately thrown off; Lotus barely manages to get to her knees before the second charge comes. She sweeps AK's legs, going for an pin, but is immediately thrown off as well, and they end up in a stalemate. The crowd applauds this show of athleticism, and whispers are starting to circulate about the seemingly-immobile Ravaged.
Said whispers are silenced a few seconds later, as AK attempts to powerbomb Lotus and gets rana'd over into the Ravaged's corner, coming face to face with the man himself. She brashly gives him a shove upon rising, expecting a shove in return, and so is immensely surprised when she's met with a full-on roundhouse punch in the jaw. The impact is loud enough to echo over the "Ohhhhh" of the fans, and AK simply topples, utterly dazed by the shot from the Ravaged. Even Lotus winces, then heads over to continue what she'd been doing. However, the Ravaged is now animate, it seems; he steps past Lotus and picks up AK by the front of the shirt, holding her just close enough that the cameras can pick up his words to her.
AK: Wha...
Ravaged: You like ridiculing people? I'll show you ridicule, bitch.
Lotus steps closer, looking to get back to attacking AK, and the Ravaged immediately halts her with a wave of his hand.
Ravaged: Alexandra. Get me a chair.
Lotus: But...the rules....
Ravaged: No disqualifications in a triple threat, remember? Now get. Me. A. Chair.
Quietly complying with a sigh of resignation, Alexandra leaves the ring and starts rummaging around under the apron as Ravaged whips AK to the corner. The camera follows her searches so we can't see what's going on in the ring, but it's obvious from the "ooh, ooh, ooh, ooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOH" from the fans that the Ravaged is methodically running through his bootscrapes/Das Boot combination, and as Lotus returns to the ring with the requested chair, AK's still looking dizzy and the Ravaged has her prostrate in a semi-surfboard stretch in the center of the ring. Lotus looks at him, a bit worried.
Ravaged: Set it up.
Lotus: Look...is it absolutely necessary? Can you not--
The Ravaged rests a hand on her shoulder, causing her to come to a halt mid-sentence as she sets up the chair in front of him..
Ravaged: You've done all you can, Alexandra. You may go now, if you desire.
Lotus: If it is all right...I think I would rather stay.
He nods, and Alexandra turns and walks to her corner, kneels, and pulls a rosary from her nearby trenchcoat, facing away from the center of the ring. The fans' reaction begins to swell up with excitement as the Ravaged pulls AK's arms up, lifting her into position for the near-mythic Curbstomp with her face suspended a foot over the seat of the standing chair. The chair's steel glints ominously, almost as if it's waiting with eager anticipation, and the Ravaged, his eyes burning with something between glee and loathing, only says one thing before he stomps down.
Ravaged: This is for the fallen.
THUD. He curbstomps AK with an amazingly brutal thrust downwards, and her chin and mouth smack against the unforgiving steel as the crowd shrieks, partially out of pathos and partially out of sheer bloodlust. The fact that their "home federation" is getting blitzed seemingly takes a backseat to the sheer joy of seeing such a "markout" move. Lotus winces in the corner with the impact, and clutches the rosary tighter to her chest, muttering something. However, the Ravaged doesn't step up and out of the move like he normally does; rather, he hoists AK back up by the arms and puts a foot on the back of her head once more, to the simultaneous horror and delight of the fans. Heaven forbid, he's going for another one.
Ravaged: This is for my bride.
THUD. Another Curbstomp, another cringe from Lotus, and the chair still stands. Amazingly, the Ravaged pulls AK back up again, and by this point, the audience's shouts have turned to pure horror. AK's got an unfocused look in her eyes, and she's starting to bleed a little facially.
Ravaged: My daughter.
THUD.
Ravaged: My home.
THUD.
Ravaged: Gabriel.
THUD.
Ravaged: Monique.
THUD.
Ravaged: Salvatore.
THUD. Over in the corner, Lotus is praying frantically, flinching at every thudding sound as AK's head slams into the chair, yet still refusing to look behind her.
Lotus: If it had not had to come to this...
Ravaged: Jif.
THUD.
Ravaged: All the Angels.
THUD.
Ravaged: Dead and gone from me forever, and you have the audacity...
THUD.
Ravaged: And this last one...
The crowd's gone dead silent by now, people covering their eyes or ears, as Ravaged pulls AK up one last time. A healthy stream of blood drips off her face and has already stained the chair, and from her expression, she's in an entirely different world by now. He leans in close, cupping a hand under her chin and pressing his lips next to her ear so he can just barely be heard over the cameras' microphones.
Ravaged: ....is for my father. I hated him with a vengeance, but had yours been half the man he was, perhaps you'd have turned out less of a miserable, pathetic waste of flesh.
Despite her completely out-of-it state, AK's eyes register some form of confusion at his words. Her brow half-furrows, almost twitching, and it brings a bitter snarl/smirk to the Ravaged's lips.
Ravaged: Oh, that's right. You're still under the misguided delusion that we're siblings, aren't you? Well then, as my gift to you, allow me to enlighten you one last time, then, with the knowledge of my paternity, as told to me minutes before I watched his last breath choke out of his lungs and the light fade from his eyes.
He turns his head towards AK's, whispering something to her that only she can hear completely, and the microphones barely pick up parts of it.
Ravaged: My father...is....*indistinct*....son....*indistinct*....the form....*indistinct*....ethos. And how do you like that?
It's obvious, even from far away in the crowd, that the Ravaged takes a distinct thrill in the horror in AK's half-conscious visage, and as a single tear slides down her cheek and splashes onto the bloodstained chair he holds her head over, he runs his tongue over his fangs and lets out one last bitter chuckle.
Ravaged: And you thought we had something. No pithy one-liners now, Alicia? No trite, Pollyanna comments, no snappy retorts? Such a pity; it looks like I've taken your smile.
There are a couple shouts of "No!" in the otherwise-silent audience as the Ravaged pulls his victim up and back one more time...
Ravaged: We had nothing. We have nothing. We never will have anything. Dust to dust, Alicia....dust....to.....dust.
One final, cataclysmic smash of a Curbstomp breaks the chair, sending it collapsing into the mat from the impact of AK's skull, and she's completely out at this point. The Ravaged rolls her over with one foot (a decidedly harder task than envisioned, seeing as how she's dead weight) and puts it on her chest; reluctantly, the referee gets down and counts one...two....three.
The bell rings. There's no announcement, no entrance music, no ceremony, nothing. Only a complete blanket of awed silence over the entire arena prevails as the Ravaged calmly produces the lion pendant necklace from around his neck, drops it on the devastated chair next to AK's unconscious form, and grinds his heel down on its delicate frame, reducing it to dust. He turns, and slides an arm around the kneeling Lotus, helping her to her feet.
Lotus: Darling?
Ravaged: It's over, beloved. Let's go.
She stares at him for a second, trying to put together a cohesive sentence that best represents her thoughts, and all that comes out is...
Lotus: ....Why?
Ravaged: Some things are inevitable. Our work here is done...come on.
The Ravaged helps his lover through the ropes, and after putting their coats back on, the two walk back up the ramp without ceremony and exit the arena. Their work here, far more than any ACW fan could ever know, is done, and now the gates of Hell itself await the Ravaged, prepared to test his true power.
And if he ever comes back...god help them all. Down to the last man.
End of show.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Oct 15, 2005 16:15:02 GMT -5
Well..I guess it's about time that the tournament ended >.> did anyone else see the end as kind of...akward? Anyway, was a good meltdown. ;D I've been robbed! ROBBED!...of....SOMETHING!
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