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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:08:18 GMT -5
Match 5: Hardcore Bra N' Panties Match Rena vs. Gary
After a short trailer, the scene returns to the ring. Rena is still there as only a minute or so has passed, and Philip has joined her.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Hardcore Bra and Panties match… the winner is the person who strips their opponent to their undergarments, and any and all foreign objects may be legally used. Now please welcome Rena’s opponent… from parts unknown, please welcome Gary!
”Loser” plays, and the crowd pops for the fed’s favourite jobber… but the cheers become exclamations of surprise when they see how Gary is dressed. He’s wearing a full length, Edwardian style crinoline dress in powder blue, and carrying a very feminine parasol; he walks to the ring waving girlishly to the fans, and then delicately folds his accessory on the outside before carefully entering the ring. Rena has no idea what to make of it.
Rena: What the hell are you supposed to be?
Gary (trills): I’m a laydee!
Those who watch the BBC world service laugh at the reference; everyone else just continues to think Gary is bonkers. The referee shakes his head, and calls for the bell before things get any weirder.
Bell Rings.
The crowd is still trying to get over the sight of Gary in crinoline as he sashays around the ring, his wrestling boots just occasionally seen beneath the layers of fabric. Rena’s seen enough unusual taste in clothes during her many liaisons not to be put off, however, and runs forward to clothesline her foe; in doing so, her foot gets caught in the folds of the dress, and both she and Gary tumble over on to the mat. Whatever he’s wearing, Gary is in no doubt as to what he has to do, and tugs on Rena’s jersey in an effort to remove it; Rena suddenly realizes that she’s vulnerably dressed for this type of competition, and that if she’s going to maintain her impeccable record she needs to act quickly. The crowd cheers as Rena rips into Gary’s costume, sending pieces of material everywhere; it’s as if she’s unwrapping a large and unwieldy parcel, and as the pair separate, the shredded remains of the lower half of the dress reveal that Gary is wearing what appears to be a pair of red Bridget Jones style “giant pants”… which is probably the least disturbing option available given the match type. Rena smirks, and beckons Gary forward with an impeccably manicured finger; Gary’s not slow to respond, as the grin on his face suggests that he’s more than willing to put up with a bit of women’s clothing if it lets him get close to ACW’s premier diva. Rena kicks Gary hard in the gut, and goes for a DDT; but Gary resists, twirls around behind his opponent, and gets her in a lock from behind, grinning from ear to ear. The crowd laughs, and urges Gary loudly to get Rena’s jersey off so that they can see what’s underneath; he tries to oblige, but Rena elbows him forcefully so that he has to let go, and then rolls quickly to the outside of the ring.
The fact that it’s a hardcore stipulation match has not escaped Rena’s notice, and she quickly zeroes in on the chairs being used in the timekeeping corner. She retrieves one, tipping its occupant off without ceremony – but then there’s a surge of sound from the crowd, and Rena finds herself being whacked over the back by Gary, who is using his folded parasol to great effect. Getting very angry at this, Rena lets her temper flare, and whirls around with the chair, striking the ornamental parasol so hard that it snaps in two. Gary looks shocked, and then quite upset; he has little time for either, however, as Rena bashes him in the side with the chair, causing Gary to yelp and run back to the ring. Rena follows him, and the crowd sniggers as Rena chases Gary around it a few times until he trips on his own damaged dress. At once Rena smacks him on the back, and then discards the chair; with Gary on his front, she is able to pull the braiding at the back open, and the front of the dress sags. Gary gets up as fast as he can; Rena closes the gap, wanting to get the match finished, but Gary has one more surprise left – he pulls out the tangerines that were serving as “padding” on the chest area, and throws them at Rena’s head. The first misses, but the second is a direct hit, and Rena is stunned for a couple of seconds. Instantly Gary jumps forward and tries to pull Rena’s jersey over her head; he gets it up as far as her armpits, showing a glimpse of the white lacy bra that matches her panties and making the crowd pop loudly. But Rena fights back, and pulls herself back into her clothing – and then with one movement, she turns and whips Gary hard toward the corner. Gary trips, and SMACK – lands face first on the discarded chair. He rolls over, barely conscious, and with a smirk Rena pulls off what’s left of his dress, to reveal a now deflated red bra in all its “glory”.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rena Matheson!
”Violet Sauce” hits again, and Rena tosses away the ruined garment. The male fans chant for another look at Rena’s lingerie, but Rena just ignores them; she doesn’t consider them deserving of such a privilege, and she struts proudly to the backstage, no doubt to further concoct her plans for Winter Discontent, as the show takes a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:09:30 GMT -5
Segment: A question of trust
Backstage, tempers and voices are raised; Rena’s “revelation” has caused quite a stir, and one man in particular is absolutely furious. As the camera fades in, Latino storms past the shot, shoulders hunched and seething.
Latino: Of all the low down, nasty…. that BITCH!
He comes past the other way, and this time the camera follows him. Alicia is sitting on a chair, silently watching the tirade.
Latino: I don’t know how she did it. A lookalike? Clever editing? Whatever… only one thing matters. That is NOT me in that damn tape!
He’s still pacing, but now he comes and kneels on one knee in front of Alicia, so that he can look her directly in the eye.
Latino: Chula….
Alicia looks at him, and then looks away. It’s obvious that Rena’s actions have had a powerful effect. Gently, Latino turns her head back toward him, until they are eye to eye.
Latino: …if you can’t believe me right now, it’s ok. I know that it must be hard after what happened before. But I promise you, on everything I hold dear, that I have not been involved with Rena Matheson or any other woman. And-
There is a knock at the door, and a crew member opens it slowly.
Crew Member: Uh… Mr. Laureano?
Latino (irritably): What?
Crew Member: It’s your match, sir. They’re waiting for you to start.
Latino sighs, and hangs his head. A match is the last thing he wants to be worrying about now… but he has no choice.
Latino: All right, I’ll be right there.
The crew member leaves, and Latino takes Alicia’s hands in his.
Latino: …I have to go wrestle. But I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.
He gets up, and leaves the room. Alicia watches him, and only when she’s sure he’s gone does she let the tears flow down her face.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:10:29 GMT -5
mMatch 6: Latino vs. Santiago (Credit: Santiago)
The shot returns to the arena. The camera swoops down to Eddy Edison and McNally.
McNally: Okay guys and gals out there, next we have a big match up.
Edison: Well it’s not really that big.
McNally: Oh but the contrary. This match is Puerto Rico vs Mexico. Sort of like the Soviet Union vs The World matches, but this time with slight changes. Yes you may have guessed it, The Latino One, Victor 'Latino' Laureano vs Santiago 'The Iron Man' Rivera.
Edison: We've already seen this match up before but Latino issued the challenge to Santiago to battle out and see which is better. The odds are pointing to Latino though, as Santiago has yet to prove himself, only having one win per six losses!
McNally: Yes, only to have defeated Davey Marvel after that 1000th Trip to Hell. But tonight, Latino looks to bag in a win for Puerto Rico as he attempts to take Santiago out with that Switch Blade Cut.
Edison: Well actually tonight, it's Frog splash vs moonsault if you would say. Now, let's go to Phillip Jones, head ring announcer who is about to start this thing up!
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is Puerto Rico vs Mexico! First, representing Mexico, he weighs in at 232 pounds and currently resides from Austin, Texas. SANTIAGO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIVERA!
"Get Your Way" by Jamie Cullum hits as Santiago makes his way from the back wearing his fancy, Ric Flair like robe and holding his glass cane as he walks down the aisle, set to take on the Latino heat. Santiago stops at the ring and drops the cane into the ring then proceeds to walks over to the steel steps. He walks up one at a time then looks out at the crowd and raises his arms into the air. He then walks on the apron and rubs his boots on the canvas before stepping into the ring. He stands there for a moment then lifts up his arms quickly, pushing the robe off and Santiago goes into a flew. He then smiles and picks up the robe and cane and hands them to a technical crew member near ringside. The music fades down.
Philip Jones: And now, representing Puerto Rico! He hails from New York, New York and weighs in at 240 pounds! The Latino one! Victor Laureanooooooooooooooooooooo!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH LATINO!" then "Low rider" by War hits the PA system and the Latino one steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage getting many pops. Latino looks around, and he conceals his inner turmoil and smiles a lot as he walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way. He walks towards the ring then stops and looks at Santiago. He then gets his cocky smirk back as he rolls into the ring and hops right onto the nearest turnbuckle and begins to slap his chest and then point out to some members of the crowd. Latino then hops down as Philip leaves the ring and the referee signals for the bell.
Ding, Ding
The Bell rings.
Santiago and Latino hop around the ring trying to stay low and not let the other get the upper hand in the beginning as they go into a grapple. It's back and forth as Latino's starts pushing more onto Santiago's side. Santiago begins bending back, and back, and back and is nearly on the floor but still on his feet. The ref goes down to look for the shoulders, but he is clear. Santiago then begins to pull up but it is no use as he goes right back down, this time the ref sees.
Ref: 1........2....
Santiago pulls up for a quick second and Latino pushes back down.
Ref: 1......2.....
Santiago flips Latino with an armdrag and this starts to get the crowd into it. Latino and Santiago are both back up quickly, just staring at each other before Latino starts shaking his head and saying "okay, okay" as he prepares to get back into it. Latino signals for a test of strength and Santiago looks cautious but then slowly goes it. Right as Santiago goes in, Latino gives him a thumb to the eye. Santiago stumbles back holding his eye then he turns to Latino. He looks at him and Latino just shrugs his shoulders. Santiago runs at him and Latino runs also and goes for a clothesline. Santiago ducks and runs across the ropes and Latino drops to the mat and Santiago jumps over him and runs across to the opposing ropes. Latino jumps up and then goes back down and does it again, Santiago follows and jumps over, but right when he lands Latino reaches and grabs his leg, making Santiago trip forward still going fast. He just misses gullotining his throat on the bottom rope and falls out of the ring. He slowly crawls over to the barricade and holds his face as he looks into the ring as the referee is talking to Latino trying to get him to cut that stuff out.
The ref then walks over to the ropes and tells Santiago to get back in. Santiago slowly gets up, holding his chin and then walks over to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Latino extends his hand for a shake and Santiago slowly begins to walk over then extends his hand. Right before Latino grabs his hand, Santiago jumps and dropkicks Latino's knee, making him go down to the ground. Santiago then nods his head finally bringing himself to play Latino's game. Latino holds his knee for a second then pulls himself up and stares at Santiago. He then claps his hands together and begins walking around the ring. Santiago then runs and stops with a fake, trying to get Latino to believe he's going for the leg. Latino then goes in for a grapple and Santiago kicks him in the gut. He then walks Latino back to the ropes and irish whips him across. Latino runs to the ropes and Santiago starts to go a little after him. Latino stops himself by grabbing ahold of the ropes but Santiago is still going forward. Latino then ducks and sends Santiago flying over the top rope with a back body drop. Santiago lands on his feet then falls forward, right into the announcers table.
Edison: Hey watch it bud!
Santiago holds his head and Latino just relaxes as the ref slides out of the ring and moves over to Santiago. He asks him if he's okay and if he would like to continue. Of course, honoring Mexico, he continues. The ref slides back into the ring and Santiago uses the table to pull himself to his feet. He then turns around and runs and slides into the ring then runs straight forward at Latino then slides underneath his legs very quickly and gets to his feet before Latino turns around and he jumps up and hits the Burnout kick. Latino goes down and holds the back of his head while Santiago hops around the ring like Shane McMahon.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:14:09 GMT -5
Latino crawls over to the ropes and grabs the middle rope. He brings himself to a knee and still holds his head he then looks at Santiago. Santiago smiles then Latino runs at him, Santiago drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, Latino, already running does a baseball slide out of the ring and starts chasing Santiago around the outside of the ring. They run around the ring atleast once with Santiago have a good lead. All of the sudden, Latino jumps off the steel steps to turn the corner and…..Santiago isn’t there. He’s not around the ring. Latino looks around at the ref and the ref just shakes his head. Fans in the front row begin to yell “He’s down there!” They point to the apron and Latino smirks. He then lifts the apron up and climbs underneath the ring as well. The ref doesn’t know what to do and he keeps looking around each side of the ring and then Santiago pops out from the opposing end. He slides into the ring and holds onto the ropes. The ref tries to get Santiago away but he tells the ref to scram. Just then Latino crawls out on all fours and Santiago springs over the top rope into a corkscrew, landing right on top of Latino’s back. This makes Latino buckle and go face first into the outside matting. The ref tells Santiago to get back in the ring, but he doesn’t listen. He grabs Latino and pulls his legs out from under the ring. He holds him by the head and walks over to the security barricade. He then puts his leg around Latino’s and grabs his head then Russian Leg sweeps him into the barricade. He pulls him up and does it again. Latino drops to his knees and holds his back in pain as Santiago punches him in the face with a right hand. He then grabs Latino by the tights, and the head and pulls him up. He swings around in a circle for leverage and throws Latino into the barricade. Once throwing, Latino flipped and resulted with his back hitting it.
Ref: Come on! Get him in here!..................1…………………2………………………..3.
Santiago pulls Latino up and has the idea to just get a countout victory. He pulls Latino to the steel steps and rests him up against it, from the side.
Ref: 4……………..5
Santiago walks over to the other steel post then pumps his legs up and sprints towards Latino, going for a spear. At the last moment, Latino dives to the left and Santiago goes crashing, shoulder first into the ring steps, the upper half coming off. Latino jolts into the ring.
Ref: 6……………………………………..7…………………….8…………
Santiago holds his shoulder in pain then begins to drag himself to the ropes, he then calls for the ref and begins shaking his head. He begins to stand a little and the ref gets on his knees and puts his head out from inbetween the middle and bottom rope and begins talking to Santiago, checking if he wants to continue. Obviously, Santiago wants to continue he was just buying time, but it is no use as he pulls himself to his feet as the ref is still under the rope and Latino runs forward and nails the Pitbull’s Pounce on Santiago. They both go down hard and the ref is shocked, probably a little scared since he wasn’t expecting a flying Latino over his head. Latino begins to slowly get up and he pulls Santiago up as well. He then tosses him in the ring and catches his breath for a moment before going in too. Latino walks over to the now crawling Santiago and picks him up. He then slaps his chest and the whole crowd knows what he’s doing. He begins the Three Shots, suplexing him once. He then rolls over and lifts him up into another. He then rolls and goes up for another but this time Santiago twists his way out of it just before hitting the ground, like Latino did. Latino pulls himself up and runs towards Santiago, he hits an armdrag. Latino gets up again, gets another armdrag. This time he gets up but doesn’t go. He stalls for a moment then right when Santiago looks into the crowd Latino runs forward and hits a dropkick to the knee just like Santiago did to him earlier. Latino picks him up again and slaps his chest. He does the Three Shots again and this time nails all three suplexes. The crowd cheers for Latino as he tries to pump up the crowd. Latino then walks over and picks Santiago up. He puts him in a belly to belly suplex position but then jumps and turns towards the turnbuckles before hitting the suplex.
Santiago is sent back first into the paddings, which still hurts. Latino walks over as Santiago falls backwards and lifts his body back up. He puts him in the tree of woe position and makes sure his legs are secured. Latino then takes his time and walks over to the opposing turnbuckle and then runs towards his opponent. He dives right into a baseball slide which connects fully with Santiago. Yet, his feet are still hooked. Latino then thrusts his shoulders into him once, twice, three time then spins and around and takes a few steps before turning and sprinting and spearing him. This time, Santiago’s legs come out from the wire which they were secured. He falls and holds his stomach and face. He awaits Santiago to rise and when he does he slowly turns around right into Latino’s Shuffle Jab combo. Punch after punch, after punch. Santiago looks like he’s drunk and then Latino hits the discus lariat, sending him to the canvas. Latino then positions Santiago just where he wants him then signals for the end. He steps out onto the apron the begins climbing the top rope, he cold be going for the Frog splash or Last’s Night’s Hangover. Latino is now standing on the top rope and he yells out “let’s get froggy” and the crowd begins to cheer for the frogsplash. This has bought Santiago time though as he rolls over and dives, pulling the top rope down before Latino can fly. Latino goes down and lands family jewels first into the turnbuckle. Santiago is still leaning on the ropes as he walks over to Latino on the top rope. He begins climbing to the top rope and once up there, begins to turn Latino around. Santiago then raises his arms into the air as he jumps and flips Latino into a powerbomb off the top rope. Santiago lands on his knees as he nails Latino into the canvas and falls to the mat as well, trying to catch his breath from the last move. The referee checks on both of them then begins to count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:14:41 GMT -5
Ref: 1…………………….2…………………3……………………..4………..
Latino begins to move and try to pull himself up while Santiago is still down.
Ref:…5…………………6…………………..7
Santiago begins to pull himself up while Latino’s already on a knee.
Ref: 8……………………………9
Latino pulls himself as well as Santiago and they both turn at the same time and both go for a dropkick, all they connect with though, is each others boots. Upon hitting the ground the both pop right up and both go for a superkick, well they both connect on each other and both go down. The ref shakes his head as both look knocked out.
McNally: One of these two men has to get up before the ten count or this will be considered a double knockout!
Ref:1………………………2………………….3………………4………………..5……………..6……………..7…
Santiago begins to pulls himself across the mat.
Ref: 8……………….9……..
Santiago gets an arm over Latino and the ref goes down. 1….2…Kick out by Latino. Santiago begins to get and but Latino quickly moves on the ground and sweeps his legs. Santiago falls back and Latino grabs his legs. He then pulls himself up and sets up for a catapult. Latino gets as straight and as tall as he can and looks back to see the turnbuckle. He then falls back and catapults Santiago up. Santiago though doesn’t hit the turnbuckle, he manages to land on top of it and jumps right back into a 1000th Trip To Hell but Latino wasn’t lined up properly. In the first flip though Santiago has managed to straighten it out and he nails the trip to hell but it was a little sloppy. He rolls off Latino holding his stomach and rolls outside of the ring. The ref is checking on Latino while Santiago is resting on the steel steps still holding his stomach. Latino is moving a little and rolls over onto his stomach. He then begins to slowly push is way up as if he was doing a push up. He is now on his knees and Santiago sees this. He then begins to walk over to the apron and slides in. Right when he does this Latino pounces and begins kicking him in the back. He drops back to his knees and starts punching him in the back of the head. He then stands back and waits for Santiago to get up. He slowly pulls himself to his feet then Latino turns around and does a standing moonsault on Santiago. Santiago catches him but nearly falls over doing so. He then knees Latino in the head and goes to slam him into the mat but Latino slips off his shoulders and hits a sleeper hold drop. Latino gets up and jumps up and down, trying to get back into it. He goes to pick up Santiago but gets punched in the stomach. He goes and again and the same thing happen. Santiago pulls himself up and begins punching Latino over and over again. He then whips Latino into the corner. Santiago then runs to the corner as well but Latino pulls the ref in front of him and Santiago hits him. The ref is now down and Santiago hits a roundhouse kick on Latino. He then goes outside the ring and looks at the ref then grabs a chair. He slides into the ring and stalks Latino. Right when he turns around Santiago swings and Latino moves. The chair hits the ropes and bounces back right into his face. He stumbles back like a drunk then shakes his head while Latino is laughing and celebrating. Latino not knowing he’s up turns around right into another chair shot. Santiago throws the chair out of the ring. Santiago begins to pull the ref over and try to wake him up. The ref moves a little and Santiago awaits Latino to rise. About 8 seconds pass as Latino gets up and Santiago jumps up into the Mexican Destroyer. He covers and the ref makes the count. 1..............2……………3!
Philip: Here is your winner… Santiago Rivera!
The crowd is stunned by the result, and by the intensity of the contest; they applaud, though they’re far from impressed with Santiago’s cheating, and Santiago looks almost as surprised as everyone else for the first second or two. He gets up on the turnbuckles, celebrating his win and ignoring the boos, as Latino rolls to the outside; a bad night just got worse, and he looks to be quite badly dazed as a medic is dispatched from the back to check on him, as the show goes to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:16:31 GMT -5
Segment: Angel's Words (Credit: Hunter)
The scene opens in the Senatorial locker room, where Hunter and the Capitalists are happily relaxing around a large table in the center of the room. In the middle of the table lies a pile of envelopes and around these envelopes their are playing cards, which Hunter and his gang of cohorts are using to play a game of poker.
Hunter: I raise.
Kalb: Shit, I'm out of money.
Fitsharris: Then you fold.
Kalb: Well shouldn't I at least have the right to try to re-win my money?
Hunter: No. You fold. And you know what happens when you fold.
Kalb: ...fuck.
Kalb reaches into the pile of envelopes and pulls one out.
Kalb: ...do you I have to?
Fitsharris: You know the rules.
Kalb opens the envelope and takes out a letter. He sighs deeply, then begins to read it aloud.
Kalb: "Dear Hunter, you're awesome. I love you. You're the best. You'll be champ in a heartbeat. I love you. Fuck me. Signed, Susie."
Hunter: Wow, these fan letters get weirder every day.
Kalb throws the letter into the trash can and stretches back as his friends continue the game.
Fitsharris: Okay, what do you have?
Hunter: Straight.
Fitsharris: Fuck! I got two pair!
Hunter smiles and reaches into the pile of envelopes, then pulls one out and gives it to Fitsharris.
Hunter: Your turn.
Fitsharris mutters something under his breath, then opens the envelope and pulls out a letter.
Fitsharris: "Dear Andrew Hunter, I hope you have not forgotten about us. It has been a while since any of my men have had any discussion with or about you. I believe it is because you have not taken any action into further pursuing our identities"...what the hell is this crap?
Hunter: ...keep going.
Fitsharris: "This comes rather as a shock to me. Generally, I would assume one would be very curious as to the identities of one's brother's killers. Or, killer, rather. Though I have an entire army at my disposal, the killer of your brother was myself. I felt like I should have done it personally.---" My god.
Hunter's emotions are clearly getting built up now.
Hunter: ...is it...possible?
Fitsharris: "Anyhow, I felt as if I should stir up the pot. You have been rather cheery lately, and I feel it is my duty to make you suffer like I made your brother suffer. See, you thought he felt no pain, as he was asleep and I pulled the plug. No. I made sure he was awake before I did it."
Hunter cringes.
Fitsharris: "Regardless, I want you to know that there are people who take pleasure from your pain. We more so than anyone else. Please, attempt to find us. We could use the sport. And if my delicate request does not make you feel as if you need to do it instantly, just listen to the tape. I believe you'll find it rather...inspiring. Sincerely, your guardian angel."
Hunter closes his eyes. But even the darkness that follows cannot make him think clearly. Fitsharris rips up the letter swiftly.
Fitsharris: It's probably just some stupid kid screwing with you.
Hunter: No...it might have been...
Kalb: Snap out of it! What kind of killer actually confesses to a crime and asks you to find him?
Hunter: Wait...he said something about a tape.
Fitsharris reaches into the envelope and pulls out a small tape. Kalb quickly clambers to a desk, then pulls out a tape player. They put two and two together and place it down in the center of the table, pressing play nearly instantly. There is some minor static, and then...
?: Ah, so you're Cage. It is my pleasure.
Cage: ...who...are you?
Hunter closes his eyes and falls back in his chair, his hand over his face. He hasn't heard his brother's voice in nearly nine months.
Fitsharris: Anyone know that voice?
Kalb and Hunter slowly shake their heads as the tape continues.
?: I am an...acquaintance of your brother's.
Cage: Hunter...that bastard.
?: You should not be angry at him. For you see, you're still alive.
Cage: I'll never...wrestle again because of him.
?: Oh trust me, it will not be his fault.
Cage: What...are you...talking about?
?: Certain things must be done to preserve the future. Certain places must be visited, and certain people must meet an untimely end.
Cage: ...what?
?: Murder. It balances the world and shines a light onto our defunct planet. They say murder is bad. I disagree. It keeps everyone together and invokes something never before seen in a man. Call this an experiment. Better yet, call this revenge.
Cage: ...on whom?
?: Heh. Your brother, of course.
Cage: ...so be it.
?: Ah, acceptance. You are the first man I have encountered who did not put up a fight. I respect that.
Cage: I know how the world turns...and I know what must be done...
?: Such is life.
Cage: Such is fate.
A chuckle can be heard emanating from the mysterious being. There are a few clicks, and then some deep gasps for air. Another click and the gasps stop, then a single long beep is heard.
?: Remember, Hunter. It is not a matter of who. It is a matter of why.
And the tape ends.
Fitsharris: Hunter...
Hunter: Give me the tape.
Fitsharris quickly complies. Hunter looks at the tape almost in a deranged manner, then throws it down onto the ground and stomps on it, crushing it into tiny particles of dust.
Kalb: Why'd you do that!?
Hunter: I'm not playing that fucker's mind games. I can see that it was real...it was the killer...it was...Cage. But...I refuse to find him. This sadistic son of a bitch just wants to screw with me. I won't be his fucking pawn.
A moment of silence goes by. The Capitalists both stand up and leave without a word, and Hunter is left with the camera. He looks directly into it, waiting for the proper words to come.
Hunter: I know you're watching, whoever you are. I'll get you. I'll get you all. I'm not some stupid, helpless piece of shit that you can control. I'm a man. I think, I feel, I hurt. You're right, it's been a while since I've tried to hunt you down. But have I given up? Not at all. I'm going to find you on my own time. And when I do, no laws, no bodyguards, no walls, no weapons, nothing...nothing will stop me. What's worse than a man who has lost a brother and gained a feeling of revenge?
He closes his eyes and succumbs himself in darkness once more. This time, he sees clearly. He thinks clearly. His next words are the truth, and nothing will stop them from being so. He opens his eyes.
Hunter: It's a man who has lost a brother and gained more than a feeling...he has gained the POWER to follow through with his revenge. You better hope I never find you. But, when the inevitable happens, I will. And it won't be pretty.
Click, the camera is off. As is any sense of humanity.
Fate works in mysterious ways.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:17:47 GMT -5
Elsewhere backstage, Latino is walking slowly along the corridor, holding an icepack to his head. He’s trying to work out how to pick up the threads of the rather one sided conversation earlier… but this goes right out of his head as he rounds the corner.
Several people are standing around, watching the medics attending to someone on the floor. As Latino nears, he sees that it’s Gary – he has a bleeding wound to the head, but seems to be conscious.
Latino: What happened to him?
Medic: Someone jumped him, he didn’t see who it was. But he’s badly shaken up.
Gary does indeed look ashen faced as the medics help him up and lead him away. As they do so, Alicia passes them in the opposite direction. Seeing Latino, she hurries up to him.
Alicia: What was that all about?
Latino: Someone attacked Gary. I tell you, something’s not right around here lately.
He shivers, not really knowing why. Alicia furrows her brow.
Alicia: Listen, I have to go to my match now. But I just wanted to tell you one thing…
She stands on tiptoe, and Latino leans his head to one side as she whispers three words, and then gives him a kiss on the cheek. The sound of RDK getting mentally prepared for the match echoes down the corridors in the form of an “OoOoOoOH Yeah!”, and Alicia hurries in the direction it’s coming from.
Latino stays standing there for a few seconds, a smile spreading over his face. Then with things on his mind that he has to get done, he walks away up the corridor in the other direction.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:19:31 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Tag Title Match RDK & AK vs. Daredevil & Jonny Spade
With all that’s gone on, the crowd would be forgiven for flagging as the show reaches its final act… but they’re more up than ever, and Philip has to wait for a few seconds before he can speak.
Philip: Tonight’s main event is a tag team match, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers… representing the Untouchables, Dan “Daredevil” White and Jonny Spade!
”Bodies” hits, and strobes play around the arena as Jonny and Daredevil come out; they are discussing things all the way to the ring, and as they get in Daredevil’s Welsh National anthem remix takes over. They get up on the turnbuckles before returning to the centre.
After a short pause, “Falling Stars” plays, and the crowd gets on its feet as RDK and AK come out, belts in hand and ready to defend them.
Philip: And their opponents, from London, England and Yellowknife, Canada… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and the Macho Man, RDK!
RDK and AK wend their way to the ring, greeting the fans as they go; RDK graciously holds the ropes for AK to enter, and they face down their opponents. The ref calls for the starters, and AK and Jonny are the volunteers; Daredevil and RDK head to the apron, and without further ado the ref gives the timekeeper a nod.
Bell Rings.
The fans are up for a big match to finish the show, and their wish is most likely to be granted; no one knows more about what it takes to be an ACW tag champion than Jonny Spade, and he’s clearly in his element as he ties up with AK in the centre of the ring. Jonny quickly gets traction, and forces AK back against the ropes where he delivers a stream of well timed forearm blows; AK reels a little, but pulls herself together and stops the attack with a strong kick to the midriff that gives her a second or so to get out of the confined position. Jonny spins around, tracking her every move, and gets a sharp kick to the ribs for his trouble; instinctively leaning forward, he gives AK the chance to deliver a neat bulldog and then make a cover. The pin barely passes the 1 count, and Jonny makes AK travel a couple of feet sideways as he throws her off; AK rolls back on her feet, and makes a sudden tag to RDK, so that Jonny finds himself abruptly up against a totally different kind of opponent. RDK hits Jonny with a rapid succession of body blows, and completes with a powerslam; he drops into a pin, but Jonny rolls sideways so that RDK ends up on hands and knees with Jonny off to one side. Jonny makes a grab for RDK, going for the setup on the Haas of Pain; RDK recognizes the danger and scrambles away, but then stands up to be hit by his opponent charging him at speed. Working intelligently and quickly, Jonny executes the Killswitch, and pins for almost a 2 count; the crowd boos, but if anything this just makes Jonny smirk as he tags in Daredevil. DD starts as he means to go on with a Scoop slam, and the crowd starts to get a little edgy, shouting for the Macho Man to find a way to contain the Welsh Dragon’s fire.
DD puts the boot in on RDK as the World Champion gets back on his feet, and then switches to his fists; however, caution should always be exercised by anyone going toe to toe with RDK, and this is illustrated as RDK rallies and starts to land a few telling blows on Daredevil. DD moves backwards in an attempt to protect himself, and then when RDK misses a punch he tries to whip him back into his own corner. RDK though reverses the whip, and Jonny has to be on his toes to avoid taking a mistaken hit from Daredevil as he strikes the turnbuckle chest first. Jonny offers the tag, but DD shakes his head and comes out fighting; he and RDK exchange a handful of shots until RDK spots a chance for something more concrete and sneaks in a swinging neckbreaker. He covers, and gets almost a 2 count, though the more savvy fans have a suspicion that DD is simply exploiting any chance to conserve energy, however brief; certainly the ferocity of his attack seems undiminished, and he retaliates by bouncing off the ropes and acquainting RDK closely with his “Inside Out” 360 degree kick. RDK’s head spins almost as much as DD, and Daredevil gets a count of almost 2.5 thanks to his prompt action; he pulls RDK up on to his feet, intent on continuing the assault, but RDK has different ideas and headbutts DD, causing both men to stagger and lose their bearings for a second or two. AK shouts loudly to attract RDK’s attention, and this guides her slightly dazed partner back to his own corner; AK tags RDK out before DD can increase the damage, frustrating that particular goal. A seriously pissed off DD welcomes her with a mighty clothesline, and sets about battering AK into an equally weak position in double-quick time…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2005 17:20:01 GMT -5
DD is on one heck of a charge; he blasts AK with a storm of forearms and elbows until she’s looking fragile on her feet, and then compounds things with the Phoenix DDT. Cover, count… it’s a 2, but then DD is only just starting his plan of attack. As AK gets up, he whips her into his own corner (and a sly punch from Jonny, which the crowd boos) as he heads in the other direction, and knocks RDK off the apron to ensure that the next 30 seconds or so are not disrupted. He dashes back over, and as the referee is distracted seeing if RDK is all right, he and Jonny deliver a swift double powerbomb, much to the crowd’s dismay. Jonny is safely back on the outside by the time the referee turns to see DD hit his Swanton Bomb off the ropes. Daredevil pins, thinking that this might be it; 1…2.. – AK gets a shoulder up at 2.5, and the crowd revives into loud cheering again. Ignoring it, DD switches to option 2; he now tags Jonny legitimately, and they both combine forces for the full count of 5 before Jonny gets on with things of his own accord. RDK stamps on the apron, trying his best to get AK to rally as Jonny pulls off the S-Drop #1. He pins, 1……..2……. – AK gets her arm up at the last possible second, and far from looking annoyed, Jonny just gives a nod of satisfaction, as if everything is proceeding as he envisioned. Now he signals for the Silver Spade, and the crowd gets even louder; AK struggles and tries to resist, but Jonny will not be denied on this occasion and he delivers the move with devastating force. AK looks to be well out of it as Jonny drops for the pin, 1…..2…..-
-but the roof almost detaches itself as RDK thunders into the ring, and breaks up the count; the ref strenuously objects, but he’s the last thing on either RDK or Jonny’s mind as they smash one another with huge punches. Daredevil isn’t slow to react, either; with AK still down, he launches himself at RDK and shouts to Jonny to pin again. Jonny does so, and this time RDK can’t get near as the referee for once ignores the rest of the chaos, and restarts the count, 1…..2…..thr-
“Clear the Decks, Slick!”
AK can’t be certain if the voice is real or in her head. Really, it’s a moot point; what counts is the reaction, hard-wired to bypass her conscious brain for the greatest possible speed, as she pulls up her knees and flips Jonny off of her, so that he lands on his back with a thud. DD has tackled RDK out through the ropes, but the crowd goes bonkers as RDK hits DD with a Jabroni buster, and then scrambles back on to the apron. AK half runs, half staggers over to him and the ref acknowledges the tag; Jonny is barely on his feet when RDK meets him, and with a yell of pure determination nails an absolutely floor – shaking Macho Slam. AK takes her revenge on DD with a springboard moonsault from the inside of the ring to the outside, and there is nothing therefore to divert the referee’s attention as RDK pins for the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners, and STILL ACW tag team Champions… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and the Macho Man, RDK!!
”Macho Man” hits, and RDK can hardly contain his pleasure at getting the pin and the win. The aussie fans can’t get enough, and they whoop and cheer as RDK takes back both his belts and gets up on the turnbuckles to salute the crowd. AK gets into the ring as RDK is doing this; she looks all around at the sea of faces, searching… but whatever she’s looking for, it’s not there. Perhaps it never was.
Jonny and Daredevil are of course pissed off at their loss, especially after coming so close; but they know that fortunes can easily change, and that there will be more chances at gold to be had in the coming weeks and months. The crowd is smart enough to recognize dedication and talent when they see it, and they applaud the stable mates as they exit the arena in gratitude for the entertainment that they have provided.
The ACW tour has just three more show to run before the grand finale in Tokyo, and already things are starting to heat up.
Who is Hunter’s mysterious tormentor?
How will Rena and Alicia’s fiery feud develop?
And can Red continue to build on his new found success?
Warfare shall reveal more, as the winter deepens and chills…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Dec 1, 2005 17:21:36 GMT -5
GREAT SHOW SISTA!
That Junior title match was unpredictable!
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Post by scrawn on Dec 1, 2005 17:22:06 GMT -5
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Great show peeps
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Post by hunter on Dec 1, 2005 17:22:19 GMT -5
Awesome show...
...and thus the Cage saga continues. ;D
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Dec 1, 2005 17:24:22 GMT -5
Amazing show! Rena you bitch! And who the fuck is this mystery person? I GOT SCREWED
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Post by Jonny Spade on Dec 1, 2005 17:34:13 GMT -5
Good show!!!1!
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Dec 1, 2005 19:06:14 GMT -5
Great show everyone. Woo I won by cheating! Rouke? Goldbergs theme? Could it be Yokoberg back as a new person? Hmmmm
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