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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:03:05 GMT -5
They both lay motionless in the ring for nearly a minute as “This is awesome!” chants echo throughout the arena. Tornado is first to his feet and picks up the ladder, lying it across the ropes in the corner, creating a temporary platform. He drags the limp Predator to his feet and lifts him up into position for a Brainbuster. He walks unsurely over to where he’s set up the ladder and hits the Factor Five into the ladder rather than the turnbuckle.
The effort of carrying Predator across the ring causes Tornado to slump through lack of energy but he forces himself to get to his feet and set the ladder up in the centre of the ring once again. He slowly climbs up, taking nearly 5 minutes to reach the top of the ladder, and reaches for the belt while wobbling. He steadies himself by grabbing the title and begins to unhook it as Predator finally begins to move; but he is too late as Tornado manages to free the title as the Bell Rings.
Tornado makes his way slowly down the ladder as ‘Bring Da Rukus’ hits and Philip announces the win.
Philip: Your winner and still ACW Junior Champion…TORNADO!!
Tornado rolls out of the ring and staggers slowly up the ramp, clutching his title close to his chest as Predator finally makes it back to his feet with the assistance of the ropes.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:04:09 GMT -5
Segment: Unjustified Comparison (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, Kevin Anderson and a clearly impatient Senator are standing in one of the many hallways of the ACW Arena, with a microphone in Anderson's hand.
Kevin Anderson: Standing here, I am with Senator Steve Phillips, and I have a few questions to ask him about the current actions of the Senatorial Stable, and their attacks on a number of popular ACW main eventers. Some have described the attacks as reminicent of those initiated by the Ministry back in the GFWWE....
Senator: Wait, wait, wait....you wish to describe the Senatorial Stable's actions as equivalent to those of the defunct Ministry? Hmph! The Ministry was brutal, out of control, and randomly attacked anyone in sight. They cared not about matches or titles or honor, or for that matter, anything but their own insane bloodlust!
Anderson: But really, people are saying...
Senator: WE have clearly set goals. We have a definite purpose. And looking over the combined current title record of the Stable and the Armada, I see that we...have titles.
The Senator pauses for a moment, taking a breath and adjusting his collar.
Senator: Now I know that there are going to be two major questions to be asked by the general audience, and I suppose that I shall just get to them right here. First, concerning our strategies, do the ends justify the means? Really, my answer is that I really do not know. Only time will tell, and at this point, I can not tell. I have pondered this question late at night several times lately, and each time, I found myself reaching an inconclusive point. So then, will I stay the course. I CAN provide a definate answer to that one, and the answer is a qualified yes! We started this mess, and I will be a monkey's uncle if we do not finish it! And that, yes, that, my friend, really is nothing...but the truth! No further comment.
The Senator storms off back down the hallway, leaving Kevin Anderson stupified in his wake.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:05:37 GMT -5
Segment: Rudely Interrupted (Credit: /AK) Taking a small sip of coffee from his favorite mug, Chairman Ginger sighed meditatively as his eyes browsed Thursday night TV ratings. ACW sat comfortably in third place, just behind some new hospital soap. Halfway through listening to Burt Bacharach's Greatest Piano Hits on his iPod mini, someone outside his office pounded heavily on his door. Feeling particularly cheerful, he was not unduly upset about the sudden interruption upon his private getaway from the pandemonium of running a notorious wrestling fed. Ginger: Come in! The door’s poorly lubricated hinges squeaked, eliciting a groan of discomfort from Ginger. The good Chairman rubbed his temples and rested his gaze at the floor, expecting to see black wrestling boots. Thinking the caffeine was playing tricks on his mind, he squinted before coming to the realization of what he saw: a black high heel shoe whose occupant must have been the fattest woman Ginger had ever laid eyes on.
The woman entered the office with a disapproving [*i]tut at Ginger's lack of professionalism. Pens, books, and mementos rested disheveled all over the place; and, in his state of relaxation, he propped his feet on top of his desk. Catching her disapproving eye, Ginger hastily withdrew his appendages from the surface and tucked them underneath the desk, hidden from view. Before he could welcome the woman into his office, two others soon followed, a middle aged Caucasian and a Japanese youth. Neither of them were smiling, which put Ginger off guard--used to the geniality of his employees, or at least the pretence of such. Both men wore matching black Armani suits and impeccably shiny black shoes. The woman dressed in adherence to the apparent black and white theme, opting for a sensible knee-length black skirt and a white blouse with a frilly lace collar. The buttons on her blouse were fighting a losing battle to keep her rotund abdomen hidden beneath the white cloth.[/i] Ginger: Ah! You three must be the new...erm...why did we hire you again? The fans in the arena laughed, but the three newcomers did not look amused; however, their expressions hadn't changed since their entrance to Ginger's office. Woman: Right. Allow us to introduce ourselves-- Her voice was high pitched and girly, and Ginger was taken aback, expecting a squamous croak. Before the woman could identify herself and her companions, yet another person joined company in the office.AK: Look, don’t give me that rubbish about him being busy, I know he’s arseing around and watching football or pretending to do paperwork- Atomic Kitsune raised an eyebrow at the overly disciplined trio standing grim faced beside the Chairman of ACW. Ginger took a cursory glance at the obese woman and her apparent lackeys, moved his eyes back to AK's “don’t even think about pissing me off right now” disposition and quickly decided to terminate the meeting with the mysterious party. Ginger: Excuse us, some other time, after the main event, perhaps? Thanks, I'm sure you understand. Wasting no time, he ushered the disgruntled formally clad people out of his office and shut the door in their faces. AK: Who on earth were they? Jehovah's Witnesses come to call? Ginger considers for half a second, and decides not to reveal his ignorance.Ginger: It's nothing to do with you. So, do enlighten me as to why you’re here. AK: Most certainly. It’s simple – I want to know why you’re moving heaven, hell and earth to make my life, and those of the people I’m closest to, as difficult as you can. Ginger smirks.Ginger: Well there I was thinking you had more than the standard issue two brain cells for an Essex girl, obviously I was wrong. You should know by now that everything I do is for just one purpose – the greater good of this federation. AK: Oh, I get it. Conflict brings ratings, right? Well I can’t argue with the logic. Play to the lowest common denominator, and hide the fact that your World Champion’s developing a yellow streak longer than the Gold Coast of Australia! But then that’s EXACTLY what you want, isn’t it? AK leans forward on Ginger’s desk, her expression fiery.AK: I can see what you’re doing, even if Hunter and the others can’t. You’re doing your best to convince him that the only way to hold on to that lump of metal is to accede to your wishes, to ambush people at every opportunity, and to basically get everyone else whipped up into a frenzy of attack and counter attack so that they’re blind to the root cause of it all. Ginger stands up; the pair are now eye to eye.Ginger: Is there a point to this little tirade? Say you’re right – it’s not going to change anything. I hold the strings of power here, Miss Kitamura, and you’d do well to remember that. Perhaps if you showed a little more respect, you’d be on the winning side of this game of mine, instead of being the noble, perpetual loser. AK straightens her back, pulling herself up to full height.AK: Wave all the gaudy accessories you like at me, Ginger… I don’t need your precious titles to validate me. And one of these days, your conniving is going to pay you back, with interest. She turns on her heel, and walks out. Ginger’s expression flickers for a moment, but quickly returns to his usual confident smirk.Ginger: Perhaps… but not yet, my dear. Not yet. This game is only just beginning. Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:06:41 GMT -5
Match 5: Jonny Spade vs. BK London
It’s time for a match between two of ACW’s biggest names; Philip enters the ring, and calls the crowd to order.
Philip: This match is a singles contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York – “The Boy Wonder” BK London!
”Diamonds” hits, and BK gets largely booed as he comes out. However, there are a number of noticeable cheers as well from the dedicated BK fans, and BK certainly strides out as if everyone is clamoring for him. He slides into the ring, and paces around it, psyching himself for the contest to come.
Philip: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario – he is a member of the Untouchables, Jonny Spade!
”Bodies” fills the arena, and Jonny comes out at a run, jogging down to the ring as the fans give him a warm welcome. He’s put aside his ongoing dispute with Santiago, and is ready to take this match to his opponent. The referee, satisfied that all is in order, calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Having both suffered a loss in tough matches last week, Jonny and BK are determined to turn things around by comprehensively beating one another. As such, the opening to the match is hard fought with no quarter given; BK strikes Jonny repeatedly with powerful shots to the body, but Jonny isn’t knocked down, and replies to his opponent in kind. Sensing a stalemate, BK whips Jonny away from him to set up a classic decisive moment as Jonny bounces back and speeds up into a charge. BK at first steels himself for a spinebuster, but then sees that Jonny’s momentum will most likely defeat any such attempt, and in the blink of an eye switches tactics and lifts Jonny up into a very high backbody drop. There is a mighty BANG as Jonny lands, that makes the crowd recoil and wince in sympathy; BK gets in a couple of kicks as Jonny’s grounded, which only serves to make the Untouchable one more annoyed as he gets up. BK closes in to do some more damage, but Jonny shoves him away, creating the gap he needs to launch himself into his immensely strong spear. This time BK can’t defuse it and Jonny drives the pair of them back almost to the corner; he uses mounted punches on BK, making him fight his way back on to his feet, and then keeps him trapped in the corner with repeated stiff kicks to the abdomen. The strength of Jonny’s attack has even the seasoned BK a little surprised, and Jonny underlines his intentions with a vertical suplex that leads to his first pin attempt. The referee gives it a count of 1.5, and BK kicks out, elbowing Jonny in the head at the same time and turning the pin over to his advantage. This pin gets only slightly more than a 1 count, but still does its intended job of negating any psychological boost that Jonny might have created for himself. The crowd, getting into the match, is divided as to who they support, and so the atmosphere is highly charged as the pair rise, and circle once again.
BK is the first to make a move; he gives Jonny a cocky smile, and then gives him a sharp kick in the ribs. Jonny grunts, and Bk grasps him by the hair, trying a DDT; Jonny though resists BK’s efforts, so that instead BK uses a closed – fist punch to Jonny’s face to make him reel backward. The referee warns BK, but BK doesn’t pay much attention and continues to strike Jonny, this time in a legal manner. There are a few seconds for the crowd to play “guess the move” before BK reveals the answer, and performs his version of the Sky High to much acclaim from the fans. BK covers, and gets a 2 count; Jonny’s supporters in the crowd shout more loudly to encourage him, and Jonny rallies so that as BK runs in for a powerful clothesline, Jonny counters it in time-honoured style with an arm drag, and keeps BK grounded as he continues to wrench the limb. BK concentrates, and manages to break Jonny’s hold; he kips up, getting a little pop in the process, and aims a swinging kick at Jonny’s head. Jonny drops and rolls beneath it, getting a pop of his own; he rolls right back on to his feet just in time to defend himself as BK storms in. The pair trade a flurry of forearms, each making the other a little weaker when their shots connect, but it’s Jonny that scores a critical hit first, and he captialises at once, picking up where he left off with Hunter and demonstrating the S-Drop #4 (Oklahoma Slam to Backbreaker). It looks strong, and BK’s grimace confirms it; Jonny pins for a solid 2 count, and this time BK simply pushes him away with a glare. Jonny smirks back, and the pair can be seen exchanging a word or two; the crowd can see that neither man is going to give ground voluntarily, and the scene is set for a thrilling finish…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:07:31 GMT -5
As the two men close in and attack one another, BK moves up a gear or two, pushing for a clean and comprehensive victory. He lands a standing dropkick, and then immediately gets Jonny into a side headlock, punching until the 5 count is exhausted. The referee splits them apart, but only for a few seconds before BK gets hold of Jonny again and repeats the procedure. Jonny is by now looking a little unsteady on his feet; BK lines him up and then moves in to execute the London-Plex. With Jonny breathing hard and looking worn, BK signals for the match-ending Shades of Michaels; he tunes up the band as Jonny staggers up, but moves a touch too quickly, and Jonny slips down on to a knee so that the superkick just misses him. Presented with BK right in front of him, Jonny rallies, stands, and lifts BK up as he returns to the vertical; the crowd yells out for the Jonormous Slam, and Jonny complies with the request, but BK is alert and manages to brace for impact. Jonny drops and pins, 1…2..- BK’s shoulder is up on the cusp of 3, and Jonny’s sigh of frustration is mirrored by an exclamation from the crowd. Standing back up, Jonny regards BK and then holds his arms up for a moment, signifying the Silver Spade. The crowd is on its feet as Jonny moves in to collect BK – but BK is playing possum, and kicks upward suddenly, striking Jonny hard in his exposed chest, Wheezing, Jonny staggers back, and BK gets on his feet; he picks his moment carefully, and then hits the Revolver. The crowd cries out, and Jonny’s gaze loses focus for a moment as he tries to clear his head; BK considers a pin… but then looks toward the corner. The crowd gets really loud, and BK decides that he needs to be sure that Jonny is taken out; he moves quickly to the corner, and gets up as cameras flash everywhere. He launches out into the Brooklyn to London without delay, and Jonny isn’t quite quick enough to move aside. The move connects, and BK pins hooking the leg to finally secure the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… BK London!
”Diamonds” hits again, and there are numerous cheers mixed in with the more general booing, a sign of the crowd’s appreciation of the match. BK celebrates in traditional style; Jonny rolls out of the ring, disappointed but at least having the satisfaction that BK had to pull out his strongest move for the win. The crowd applauds him as he heads to the back, and the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:08:10 GMT -5
Segment: Dangerous Paths (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades into the ever-engaging backstage area of the ACW arena, where as usual we find random workers scattered around the halls attempting to put on the show that the fans at home will get to enjoy. These workers focus on their jobs more than one can focus on, well, anything. They are highly devoted to their work and stop for no man, unless that man happens to be the one signing his paycheck. So it's no surprise that the workers stop what they're doing and quickly greet their chairman, who struts down the hall as if he owns the place. However, unlike in most analogies, he actually DOES own the place. The man that this omniscient narrator speaks of is, of course, Chairman Gingerdude.
Worker: Oh, uh, hello sir.
This particular employee attempts to hide the WWE magazine that he was reading just mere moments ago, but to no avail. Ginger grabs it and looks at it with a cocky smirk, and then proceeds to throw it into the trash can conveniently located beside him. The worker says nothing and slowly backs up from Ginger, attempting to remember in his state of shock what his job is, exactly. The man disappears from sight as Ginger continues walking down the hall, seemingly content with the fear that he is able to strike into the hearts of those under his employment. But, each yin has a yang. There are those who don't fear Ginger in the slightest.
Hunter: Oh good God, must we meet each other every few seconds?
Speak of the devil.
Ginger: Ah, Hunter. Just the man I was looking for.
Ginger stands solemnly in front of Hunter, whereas the champion stands in front of him silently cursing this fateful meeting.
Hunter: Why is it, Ginger, that you're always looking for me?
Ginger: Because I have business to discuss. And for the record, I don't ALWAYS look for you. It just so happens that I bump into you every time I need to speak with you.
Hunter: Oh, joy.
Hunter decides that, regardless of the fact that Ginger has business with him, he has better things to do. He turns around and begins to walk away.
Ginger: Where are you going?
Hunter: I don't know yet. Wherever the road takes me, I guess.
Ginger scoffs.
Ginger: So you'd rather aimlessly wander the hallways---
Hunter: Yes.
Ginger: ---than find out who the next person to challenge for your title will be?
Hunter stops mid step.
Hunter: Oh do tell.
Ginger: Well, as you know, you've got that match with RDK coming up on Monday---
Hunter: That's it? Pfft, I thought you'd tell me something new---
Ginger: I'm not done. And stop interrupting me.
Hunter turns around trying not to show the large grin on his face.
Ginger: Now then, as you also know, you have that four on four elimination tag team match coming up at Ragnarok. But there's a hidden stipulation for it that I thought I'd reveal to you personally.
Hunter: I can barely contain my excitement.
Ginger: At the PPV itself, I will write a number down on a piece of paper. This number will be completely random and will be between one and eight. I will then put this piece of paper into an envelope and seal it.
Hunter: ...and?
Ginger: I'm getting there. Now, whenever I so choose, I will come out to the ring. This could be during the match, this could be at the end of it. I will open the envelope and reveal the number.
Hunter: Okay, okay, I get it---
Ginger: I'm ALMOST there, Hunter. Now then, I will show the number. And whoever was eliminated at that number in the match will have the opportunity to face you at Bloody Valentine for your title, should you have it by then.
Hunter: So it could be a person from my team or a person from the other team?
Ginger: Yup.
Hunter: Well, let's say that I'm eliminated fourth. And let's say that your number was four. What happens then?
Ginger: You don't have to defend against anyone.
Hunter gets a sly "O RLY?" look on his face.
Hunter: So then there's a one out of eight chance that I won't have to face anyone, and a seven out of eight chance I'll have to face someone participating in that match?
Ginger: Generally, yes.
Hunter: Heh...you're on.
Ginger: Oh, I didn't tell you so that you'd accept. It'd happen anyway. I just wanted you to be aware.
Ginger smirks and walks away without another word. Hunter chuckles at Ginger's general cockiness.
Hunter: If that's how you want to play, I'll play. But know that I always get the last laugh.
Hunter turns around and begins to walk away poetically, making the moment just so much more beautiful---
Ginger: Oh don't count on that.
Hunter stops and turns around only to see Ginger disappear around the corner. Now Hunter needs to take his revenge on his boss. He will follow through with what every man and woman dreams of daily. He will punish his boss through any means necessary.
Because how DARE he interrupt that poetic moment!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:09:01 GMT -5
Segment: Into the mind, behind the eyes (Credit: ??)
The job of the backstage technical employee has certainly not been alleviated in recent weeks. Returning from a long break and having to adapt to the rigorous workload and the pressures of keeping Prima Dona stars happy with 100% efficiency. The abrupt officious intrusion of the “amateur-cam vignettes” only exacerbates things for the overworked and underpaid workers.
The so-called invasion is as abrupt as usual this time as static flickers on the Alphatron and the scene changes. The image on screen plucks an unusual cheer from the crowd, a rare accompaniment to these segments in recent weeks. The image is of Latino, motionless but with an affable smile and glaring eyes. A wrinkle in his cheek and a round gold object that resembles the head of a thumbtack indicates that this image is merely a poster of Mr. Laureano.
His eyes continue to stare into the lens, piercing out through the screen panoplied by the customary amateur camera lay-out, and into the eyes of the fascinated on-looker. The eyes would follow you around the room if you could find space to move to in the packed ACW arena.
Without warning a silver object hurtles past the screen towards Latino and embeds itself in the right eye of Latino. It’s a kitchen knife, presumably the same one that featured in the last video. It vibrates after impact to suggest that it was thrown rather than stabbed. Good aim? Or is this not the first take? In any case the knife doesn’t spend much time planted into Latinos’ right eye socket as the gloved hand makes another appearance. It surges toward the knife and wraps itself around the thick black handle. It twists the knife forcefully before wrenching it from its position. In its absence it leaves a gaping hole where Latinos eye used to be and behind that, broken wood where the knife had penetrated. Seconds later the knife returns, this time assaulting the left eye with a vicious jab. Another twist and it is removed leaving another gaping hole revealing more broken wood. The hand holds the knife aloft just in front of the camera before releasing its grip, sending the knife plummeting to the ground, hitting with a satisfying thud.
The next objective for the hand seems to be to remove the poster from the surface it occupies. It gently removes the thumbtack in the top left corner then removes a second thumbtack in the opposite corner whilst gripping the poster, careful not to tear the poster. The poster is taken out of shot and after a few seconds of fumbling about the camera is set down on a surface nearby. It reveals the back wall of the room which is covered in red scribbles, untranslatable cacography scrawled thickly across the length of the wall.
After a few moments of trying to interpret the graffiti the camera is jerked away from its position. It gets pulled and twisted in an uneasy motion that leaves the audience dizzy. It finally stops and the image of Latino returns to screen. He has eyes again, but this time they are closed and are set deeper than the rest of his face. The eyelids are very dark and heavy and certainly don’t suit the rest of the face that surrounds them.
Suddenly, with an implacable chill the eye-lids part, revealing tired green eyes. The iris is wide due to the absence of light in the creepy room and the blood vessels are prevalent in the retina. This person has clearly has had very little sleep in recent weeks. Heavy breathing can be heard behind the poster, anxious but allayed. How long before the owner of these eyes get rest? When will they be revealed and this tension ends?
Suddenly and without warning the shot changes again with a flicker of static. Once again questions burn on the minds of the fans and they speculate what kind of influence this may have on Latino during this busy time.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:10:07 GMT -5
Match 6: Hunter vs. Rena (Credit: Scarlet)
The fans hurry back to their seats, popcorn is gathered, drinks are refilled, babies put to sleep. And in the far corner of the ACW arena, a homeless man's pleas for change go unheard.
Philip: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, Rena Matheson!
"Candy," by Koda Kumi hits and the seductive mood of the song paves the way for Rena to make her big entrance. She receives quite a pop as she struts down to the ring and enters via a lady like bend between the ropes. Though she acknowledges her fan support through cheery hand waves, the people closest to ringside notice a resolve in her supermodel face. This is one match she can't win through accuracy with snowballs.
Philip: And her opponent, from Rochester, New York, representing the Senatorial Stable, he is the ACW World Champion, Hunter!
Philip has to fight to make himself heard above the fans, screaming obscenities and other hateful comments towards ACW's resident champ. Hunter, however, doesn't seem to mind, and throws his hands up towards the sky as his entrance pyros go off. As he approaches the ring, Rena eyes him with disdain and continues her pre match stretching. Hunter hands his title to referee RAF and licks his lips before the bell rings.
Bell rings.
Rena and Hunter commence circling, with Rena dancing lightly on her toes as if standing on hot coals. She blows Hunter a kiss before lashing out with a lightning fast toe kick. Unable to react in time, Hunter doubles over in pain as Rena's shoe smashes into his gut. Giggling, Rena leaps into the air and whacks Hunter's face with her jump spinning side kick. Hunter falls to the ground, and Rena eagerly hooks a leg for a 1.5 count. Grabbing a fistful of Hunter's hair, she pulls him to his feet, only to be stopped by a fierce elbow to the jaw. As Rena recovers from the blow, Hunter runs to the ropes, rebounds with a running forearm. Rena shrieks are barely heard over the groan of disappointment from the crowd. Hunter picks Rena up with ease and presses his strong chest against her back, almost erotically, before delivering a powerful German suplex. Rena crashes against the mat hard, and Hunter earns a solid two count before Rena gets a shoulder up. Still dazed, Rena barely manages to roll out of the way from a falling elbow drop. She jumps to her feet with a fancy handspring and kicks Hunter in the ribs as he recovers from his whiffed elbow drop. Rena backs away, however, and rests against the ropes, knowing that stamina conservation is key to taking Hunter down.
Sensing weakness, Hunter charges at the Diva, hoping to connect his killer spear, but the crafty Rena ducks down at the last second and tugs down sharply at the middle rope. Hunter soars through and lands hard on his shoulder. The crowd pops loudly for Rena as she rolls out of the ring and smashes Hunter's face into the apron. She shoves him back into the ring and hops up to the apron. Hunter recovers faster than Rena expects, and delivers a swift jab to Rena's cheek. He tries for another punch, but Rena ducks, pulls back on the middle rope, and connects a shoulder thrust to Hunter's exposed stomach. Rena quickly enters the ring and grabs a fistful of Hunter's hair before slamming him backwards onto the mat. She pauses her assault to perform a very seductive booty dance for the crowd. Hunter weakly gets to his feet, only to be met with a stiff kick to the midsection. Rena attempts an Irish whip into the turnbuckle, but Hunter reverses it and sends Rena flying to the opposite corner. Rena's back smacks against the turnbuckle hard, and Hunter once again charges at the weakened Rena. Using the top two ropes for support, Rena picks her legs up from off the ground and spreads them open, ensnaring Hunter in a turnbuckle headscissors. Gasping for breath, Hunter is unable to break Rena's powerful headscissor hold. She sits on the top turnbuckle and drops upside down, expertly applying her hanging headscissors choke. After several seconds, Hunter manages to escape, clutching his throat, but otherwise okay. Before Rena can revert herself to a standing position, Hunter kicks her off the ropes. Rena, still upside down, crashes head first on the floor below. She lies limply in an awkward position, her legs spread and skirt blown up. Grinning, Hunter jumps off the turnbuckle and lands his fist on Rena's petite stomach. Rena gasps for breath as the wind is rushed out of her lungs.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:11:07 GMT -5
Back in the center of the ring, Hunter sits on top of Rena's back and locks in his Bear Trap camel clutch. Rena cries out in pain, but isn't able to do much more. Hunter applies more pressure to the hold, and RAF asks Rena if she's submitting. She frantically shakes her head no, and the crowd starts to pop crazy for her. Using the growing crowd support, Rena displays her freakish flexibility and kicks Hunter in the back of the head with her heel. He relinquishes his hold on her, and Rena shakily gets to her feet, gasping. Growling, Hunter runs at her weakened figure and kicks her in the stomach before executing his Dynamite DDT. The crowd groans as Rena's head is slammed into the mat hard, and Hunter cockily makes the pin by placing his foot on Rena's stomach. The crowd boos, but Rena manages to get a shoulder up at 2.5. Wanting to end this quickly, Hunter prepares for his ultimate submission move, the Eighth Sin. Rena, however, struggles frantically, and manages to kick Hunter away from her. Not the least bit phased, Hunter runs at Rena and finally connects his killer spear. Hunter lands on top of Rena in a full mount, and starts to give her right hands. The crowd boos Hunter fiercely, but he continues to maul Rena's face without mercy. Finally, he climbs off her, still grinning, somewhat wickedly. He tosses Rena to the turnbuckle and charges again, but she manages to get a foot up in time to kick him in the face. Hunter staggers back, and Rena leaps off the turnbuckle and connects a beautiful diving hurricanrana. Rena hooks his legs for the pin, but Hunter manages to kick out at 2.75. The crowd groans in disappointment, and Rena takes the opportunity to rest against the turnbuckle. They slowly get to their feet, and circle each other once again in the center of the ring. This time, both have sustained damage, with Rena moving slightly slower than she did at the start of the match. Rena ducks a clothesline and returns the favor with a Chick Kick to the back of Hunter's head. He crumples to the ground, the force of Rena's deadly kick making him see stars.
Rena coolly tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and drops to make the cover.
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3--kickout by Hunter! The crowd is on their feet, roaring at RAF. Clearly, that must have been a pinfall! But RAF stands firm with his decision and blocks out all protests from Rena and her fans. The momentum is still in Rena's favor, and ACW's Sexiest Diva flips backwards into her Moonsault Double Foot Stomp, but Hunter manages to roll out of the way. He extends a leg and trips Rena to the floor. Rena lands on her back hard, but as if jolted by an electrical charge, she leaps back to her feet almost faster than she fell. The fans are clearly impressed; both Rena and Hunter are giving their all in this match. Simultaneously, both combatants spring off the ropes and charge. Unfortunately, Rena and Hunter run straight into each other's extended arms. They lie on the floor, breathing hard, the double clothesline taking a lot out of them. RAF begins his count...
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5!
A small movement by Hunter, his knee twitches. Rena is still out cold.
6!
7!
By now, Hunter is getting to his feet, and Rena not long after, though fighting to do so.
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9!
Rena and Hunter both stand up, and the fans breathe a sigh of relief, mainly in concern for Rena, and the match resumes, though both contestants thoroughly winded. They briefly circle each other before locking up in a clumsy grapple. Hunter quickly takes advantage of the situation by kneeing Rena in the gut, his superior stamina and strength showing through. As Rena gasps and doubles over, Hunter signals to the crowd for the Shotgun. He drapes Rena's arm over his shoulder and raises her up high, stalling the finisher. Despite being the fan favorite, the crowd can't help but laugh as Rena's skirt inverts itself as she hangs upside down in the air. Hunter brings her crashing to the ground in a Rock Bottom, completing the Shotgun. Rena's lithe frame seems to shatter as she smacks the hard surface of the mat. Hunter hooks her leg...
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Philip: Here's your winner, your ACW World Champion, Hunter!
Hunter laughs at Rena, showing her no respect for the awesome effort she put into the match, but nonetheless leaves the ring with no harm done, clutching his title belt possessively. As Rena shakily gets to her feet, she receives a huge pop for her outstanding effort and dedication. She acknowledges the applause with a weakened fist raise before making her way to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:12:23 GMT -5
Match 7: Affirmative Action vs. Hitman & Kudo
With all that’s happened during the show, the crowd’s anticipation for this match couldn’t be higher. Philip stands in the ring, ready to make the introductions.
Philip: Tonight’s main event is a tag team match, set for one fall. Introducing first, representing the Senatorial Stable and KYSPBA, from Mount Olympus and Kyoto, Japan… Hitman of the Gods, and the ACW Entertainment Champion, Kuuuddo Yasuu-da!
”Dirty Diamonds” hits first, and the crowd boos loudly as Hitman emerges on to the stage, towering over everyone. He raises his arms up, and flexes the muscles menacingly.
The music then shifts into “Poison”, and the booing is renewed as Kudo makes his entrance. The contrast between the two men is startling, but yet somehow the combination works, and the fans can see that Kudo and Hitman are going to be very hard for even the most powerful opposition to overcome. The pair walk down briskly to the ring, enter, and assert their dominance with the usual displays before coming back together to await their opponents.
Philip: And their opponents, both from New York…. Victor “Latino” Laureano and “the Boy Wonder” BK London, collectively known as Affirmative Action!
The fans whoop and cheer; “Diamonds” hits, and a figure is seen on the stage. The spotlights move in, and the crowd does a double take; BK seems curiously static. The cheering becomes mixed with laughter as a second figure steps out from behind the first; Latino slaps his chest, and holds up the cardboard cutout of BK which is evidently standing in for the real thing.
Latino proceeds down the entrance ramp, as the music shifts into his own theme. The fans all jostle, keen to “greet” BK and Latino, and they find that BK’s doppelganger has superior public relations skills to the flesh and blood heel version. Eventually, the “team” makes it to the ring; Hitman furrows his brow, trying to decide if Latino’s actually lost it this time, while Kudo just smirks dismissively.
Hitman and Kudo aren’t the only ones who don’t approve of Latino’s choice of partner. Head referee and terror of the locker rooms, Raymond Allen Fleming, looks down his nose at the cutout, and raises his eyes to the heavens at what he sees as further degradation of his position.
RAF: Mr. Laureano, I cannot veto your actions, but let me tell you I most certainly do not approve of them. Now take that… thing to the apron so I can start this match.
Latino looks shocked, and clamps his hands over “BK’s” ears.
Latino: Do you have no soul?! You’ll hurt his feelings. Don’t listen to him, chico… Oh? You don’t take kindly to such comments?
Latino shoves the cutout closer to RAF, and shakes it again.
Latino: You’re making him angry. You wouldn’t like him when he’s angry!
The crowd laughs again; RAF turns an interesting shade of red.
RAF: APRON! NOW! Before I disqualify the pair of you… now look, you’ve even got me talking to- JUST DO IT!
Latino jumps at RAF’s yell, but just gives him a pitying glance and takes his “partner” over to his corner. Sensing that the match is about to being, Kudo and Hitman confer, and Hitman heads to the apron to await the tag. With things finally back to normal, or at least as normal as they’re likely to get, Kudo and Latino face off, and RAF calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:13:25 GMT -5
Latino’s antics have made little impression on Kudo’s approach to the match; his focus remains tight, and he closes in on Latino at once, forcing him to defend against a swift burst of forearm blows. Kudo clearly has a plan of sorts; he sneaks in a kick to the knee to make Latino drop down, and then batters him with powerful kicks to his right shoulder. Latino rolls backward to protect himself, and as Kudo maintains his proximity, Latino hits back with a cuffing blow to Kudo’s face and then a couple of kicks to the gut. He goes for a suplex – but already Kudo’s plan is having an effect, as Latino seems to feel considerable pain when executing the move. He tries a pin but gets less than a 1 count, and Kudo taunts him as he gets back on his feet. Angered, Latino makes a grab for him and goes for a whip, which Kudo reverses; Latino hits the ropes, and rebounds straight into an arm drag which sets up Kudo’s leg headlock. Latino flails, trying to get out, and then appeals to “BK” in the corner; some of the fans join in, but of course “BK” remains impassive to his partner’s entreaties. Latino glares at it, and wrenches himself free of Kudo’s grip; to everyone’s surprise, he heads for his own corner, holding his arm out as if for a tag. Kudo shakes his head again, but decides to play along, and rushes past Latino to clothesline “BK” off of the apron. The gets a massive boo from the crowd; Kudo, meanwhile, bounces off of the ropes and then knocks Latino down hard to the mat. Latino rolls over and gets up, only to be met with a spiral dropkick, and Kudo pins, getting close to a 2 count. The fans boo again, and Kudo gets up, taunting them back as Latino continues to lie on the mat; in his corner, Hitman calls for the tag, and with the match seemingly under control, Kudo is happy to oblige him.
As the tag is made, Latino rolls out of the ring, dropping down next to the cardboard cutout. He gets up, lifts the cutout up, stands it up against the ring, and then “slaps” it across the face.
Latino: Mira, what are you doing? I needed your help and you just stood there! I mean, it’s as if I’m the only person in this damn team!.... WHAT did you just call me? Oh, just say that again, I’ll teach you some manners!
Hitman has walked across the ring, exited on the opposite side, and is now only a few feet away from Latino, watching his rebuke of the cutout with a very puzzled expression. He shrugs, and rubs his hands together; the crowd yells out in warning, but Latino seems oblivious.
Latino: …and another thing, stop leaving your training shorts all over the – what? Behind me?
The crowd screams as Hitman throws a mighty punch at the back of Latino’s head. Latino spins around and holds the cutout in front of him, like a shield; Hitman makes a dent in the card, but doesn’t split it, and the surprise of being “countered” gives Latino enough time to thrust the cutout at Hitman. Hitman grabs it on impulse, and so he can’t defend himself as Latino gets up on the apron and leaps into a modified version of the Pitbull’s pounce, sending Hitman crashing down to the outside mats. The crowd cheers with delight, and Latino “rescues” his partner, quickly putting him back up on the apron and slapping it on the back as if in thanks for making the save.
Hitman recovers rapidly, and has a thunderous expression on his face as he re-enters the ring. For all his bravado, Latino knows he’s in a most dangerous position; he gambles on a fast, direct attack, but Hitman is able to absorb his strikes, and with one enormous swing of his arm knocks Latino down flat on his back. The fans boo, but can’t help but be captivated as Hitman lifts Latino off of the mat and holds him in the air and performs the Raging Titan (Chokeslam). Rather than pin, Hitman tags Kudo, who is well prepared for this; he comes straight off of the turnbuckle as Latino staggers up into a Roaringiri. The blow makes everyone watching shudder, and Latino collapses; Kudo makes the pin, and gets close to 2.5 before Latino gets his shoulder up. Since their tactics seem to be working, Kudo tags directly back to Hitman, further confusing Latino; the crowd shouts to him, pleading for some sort of response, but Latino’s in very deep trouble indeed, with Kudo and Hitman combining their abilities with superb skill. Gauging the situation, Hitman can see that Latino can’t withstand much more of this, and signals with grim satisfaction for the Zeus’ Anger II…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:15:00 GMT -5
…but Hitman has made a small but critical mistake; his huge frame blocks RAF’s view of the action for just a second, and that’s all that Latino needs. Without a single qualm, he punches Hitman in the groin; Hitman’s eyes water, and he drops to his knees, whereupon Latino dropkicks him in the head. Hitman hits the canvas, and the audience roars as Latino rushes to the corner; Kudo goes after him, but RAF sees this and warns Kudo he’ll disqualify him instantly if he interferes. Kudo glowers, and yells to Hitman to get up; Latino ignores all of this and goes directly for Last Night’s Hangover, but Hitman hears his partner, and with astounding speed pulls himself back on to his feet. He catches Latino, and counters into a powerbomb; the crowd groans, their hopes crushed, as RAF counts the pin, 1..2…th –
No! Latino’s shoulder is up, and the sound from the crowd is exceptional. Kudo protests that the count was slow, gets zero sympathy from RAF, and then sees that Latino is trying to get a sleeper hold locked on to Hitman. As Hitman staggers backward trying to prise Latino off, Kudo runs in and throws himself at Latino. Hitman suddenly finds himself having to support the weight of two people; he fights a losing battle with gravity, and then topples backward, crushing both Kudo and Latino. RAF quickly assesses the situation, sees that Kudo’s shoulders are down with Latino “pinning” (albeit with some unintentional help from Hitman) and starts a 3 count. It reaches 2, and then the cluster separates as all the men fight their way back up. Though still winded, Latino extracts himself, runs over to his corner, and touches the cutout BK; Kudo is just back on his feet as well, and almost laughs out loud at Latino’s crazy behaviour. Latino looks at the cutout, smiles, and then grabs it quickly; he dashes across the ring, holding out the Cutout’s arm, and “clotheslines” Kudo before he can get out of the way. The crowd gives a massive pop and starts chanting “BK, BK”; Kudo rolls out of the ring, and Latino shakes his shoulders, making the cutout do the same. As he does so, Hitman rises up like a nightmare; Latino turns and ducks a punch, but is struck with a boot to the gut that knocks him clean over. Hitman glances at Kudo, and the pair exchange nods; casting a look at RAF, Hitman gets Latino up on to his shoulders as if preparing for a powerbomb, and then carefully tags Kudo, who is already standing on the post. With a precision that suggests their combination has been pre-planned, Hitman takes a few steps back, and turns so that Latino is facing Kudo. Kudo slaps himself on the head a couple of times to get psyched up, and then makes the crowd go berserk by leaping into a flying version of the Yakuza Knee. As he connects, Hitman lets himself drop into a sitout powerbomb to complete one of the most devastating double team moves ever seen in a wrestling ring. As the legal man, Kudo lands from his move and makes the cover, and there’s no way that Latino can respond as RAF counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners… Hitman of the Gods, and Kudo Yasuda!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2006 17:15:41 GMT -5
The crowd is shocked by the sheer power of Kudo and Hitman’s combined finish, and Latino shows little sign of movement as Kudo stands up next to Hitman in the ring. They don’t celebrate… they simply stare at Latino, and then give each other cold smiles. The crowd starts to boo even more loudly, partly in protest at what’s about to occur, and partly in an effort to stir Latino; Latino does open his eyes, and he looks truly nervous as he sees the two men staring at him. Without warning, Latino tries to roll out of harm’s way, but Hitman grabs him at the edge of the ring and pulls him back. RAF’s angry objections are ignored, and they start to kick Latino viciously and without mercy, it looks as if they’re trying to ensure that he won’t be fit to contest the match at Ragnarok, and the fans just get angrier and louder – but then the alphatron shot changes, and shows a part of the backstage.
A door in the shot bursts open, and the fans burst into cheers as the Macho Man comes storming out, looking incredibly pissed off. A couple of seconds later, they cheer again as AK comes running out after him; she looks all around her and over her shoulder, concern etched across her features. RDK is getting further ahead, and shouts out as he goes.
RDK: Sista! This is no time to lose your nerve! That’s your husband out there!
They continue running; the camera wobbles as its operator tries to keep up.
AK: I know, I know! But aren’t you worried that-
She runs, quite literally, into a face full of metal; her own speed makes the impact crushing, and AK crumples to the ground holding her face.
??:… That this is all some grand plan? Would you expect anything less?
Hunter steps out from the doorway, triggering a surge of furious response from the audience. RDK skids to a halt and turns around; he clenches his fists, and starts back toward Hunter… only to be nailed with a huge Partisan Kick from the Senator emerging from the branching corridor just behind him. The fans’ fury remains undimmed as Hunter and the Senator extinguish any remaining resistance; with Latino now completely subdued, Hitman and Kudo watch and applaud their teammates’ actions on the alphatron. As the assault finally subsides, the Senatorial theme hits in the arena, and Hitman and Kudo take their leave, their work completed entirely to plan…
Senator and Hunter stand in the silent corridor. Hunter is the first to head back in the direction he came from; Senator pauses a little longer, reflecting, before following him back toward the stable locker room.
They are not aware that they have been observed by more than just the watching crowd. BK doesn’t challenge them; he simply watches them leave, and then walks away slowly, as if he has a lot on his mind...
The battle lines are drawn. But can either team stay focused, and will individual priorities interfere with the group goal?
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Jan 19, 2006 17:17:02 GMT -5
Good Show.
Jake, you deserved it. *mumbles under breath*
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Jan 19, 2006 17:17:25 GMT -5
Great Show!
Jake for champ!
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