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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:16:17 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Taking it back’ (Credit: Kudo)
ACW cameras turn on early, catching interviewers Kevin Anderson and Charlotte King standing by the Armada locker room door mingling and sharing notes. The cameraman coughs to signal that he’s rolling footage and the two professionals regain composure and face the camera.
Charlotte: Well ladies and gentlemen, we’re here in front of the Armada locker room where we’re going to catch an interview with the leader and the ACW Entertainment Champion before his match tonight with Davey Marvel.
Kevin: You mean Kudo Yasuda.
Charlotte(sighing): …Yes Kevin…well his match is coming up and we’re going to get some words in before it takes place.
Kevin goes to knock on the door but it already swings open, making swift and loud contact with his nose. Kudo approaches from behind the door and takes a look at Charlotte and then at Kevin, as he is on the floor grasping his nose in anguish.
Kudo: Oh God, there’s two of you now? Listen I don’t have time for this, I have to get out to that ring and take back something I lost a while ago.
Groans of Kevin are heard as Charlotte takes a step over him to get closer to Kudo.
Charlotte: Well that’s exactly what we came here to talk to you about. What exactly are you referring to when you say ‘you lost something’?
Kudo: Charlotte, back during Emperor of the Ring 2005, I scratched and clawed my way to the top of the finals, to stardom. All eyes were on me and Davey Marvel during that final match of the tournament. And I fumbled. I wasn’t able to seal my rise to the top with this victory and a guaranteed shot at any title of my choosing. But of course, I graciously took the defeat in honor, because something else was born that night – R-3 and the Armada. And since then, we have been paving the way for new light heavyweights and current ones to make their names known.
Charlotte: So then are you saying it all worked out for the best?
Kudo: Think of it as you will, but one loss caught in a sea of many triumphs is greatly exaggerated nonetheless. So tonight, I’m taking back what should have been, could have been and now will be – A victory over Untouchable, Davey Marvel.
Kudo steps on Kevin’s back as he makes his way down the hall in into the direction of the arena. A high pitched groan is heard.
Charlotte: Well there you have it, from the words of Mr. K.O. himself. Prepare for Kudo vs. Davey Marvel Round 2. A much anticipated rematch from last year’s Emperor of the Ring tournament. Can Kudo exact revenge from his loss at the hands of the Untouchable, or will the returning emperor of the ring, Davey Marvel repeat the decision from last year?
Kevin finally gets up from the ground and back into camera view, now with a noticeable shade of red across his nose and a boot print on his back.
Kevin: Stay tuned!
-Fade out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:17:04 GMT -5
Match 4: Kudo vs. Davey Marvel (Opening events credit: Kudo)
Back in the arena, “Poison” hits the ACW speakers as the upcoming rematch of the EOTR finals is about to get underway. Kudo makes his way out to the top of the ramp fully adorned with the works. He has the R-3 Armada flag draped over his shoulders, the Entertainment belt around his waist, and is sporting some new flashy goggles as he slowly makes his way down to the ring.
Philip: Making his way to the ring, from Kyoto, Japan, he is the Entertainment Champion and the embodiment of the rudo spirit…KUUUUUDO!!
The crowd is on cue with the boos as Kudo makes his way through the ropes and takes the mic from Philip Jones’ hands. “Poison” slowly cuts off and Kudo raises his goggles before speaking out. The “Marvel” chants from the crowd are collecting in unison, forcing Kudo to halt a bit for the chants to die down. Finding little luck with that, Kudo raises his voice and cuts into the chants anyway.
Kudo: Now before this match takes place, and your beloved Davey Marvel carries his sorry carcass down that ramp, I’d like to straighten out a few things with the intellectually devoid individuals in this arena tonight.
The boos increase in volume after the obvious attack on the ACW fans.
Kudo: After being in this company for the length of time that I have, I really thought that I was finally creating a clear path for myself to the top. But it seems that people everywhere are twisting my path in circles and burying all the hard work that I have put through, taking me back to where I started.
Some mixed reactions take place now, though the boos are still dominant.
Kudo: I’ve started this run in ACW breaking barriers, breaking faces, and now breaking records, and yet somehow I’m the one losing out in popularity due to some hero’s welcome for Davey Marvel, someone who’s been out of action for who knows how long. Let’s take a look back at our accomplishments shall we? Ever since our match at the finals of Emperor of the Ring ’05, look at where we’ve gone. I’ve been defending this title (slapping the title on his waist) against worthy opponents, and Davey Marvel…he’s been away.
The crowd begins to boo Kudo as he continues.
Kudo: I’ve been bringing in the media and worldwide attention with commercials and taking a part in the ACW World Tour event. And Davey Marvel? He’s been away.
“You suck” chants begin to start in the crowd, but Kudo cuts it off before it gets too strong.
Kudo: I’ve formed a dominating alliance with the Senatorial Stable and we’ve become the most decorated stable ever. And Davey Marvel? (mockingly) Where has Davey Marvel gone?!
The crowd begins to boo again, clearly not liking the patronizing words of the ACW Entertainment champion.
Kudo(voice raising): Are you all beginning to see a pattern here?! What in the world has Davey Marvel been doing all this time? Eating fast food value meals? Sitting at home with a beer on a recliner and watching yours truly grace the ring?! Or maybe he’s…bettering himself as a wrestler?
The crowd begins to cheer at the thought of a strong returning Marvel.
Kudo: Well I got news for you idiots, it doesn’t take a lengthy vacation away from the ring to improve in skill. Hell I’ve managed to do it without missing a day at ACW. But of course you jokers are blind to the fact that Kudo Yasuda is simply faster, stronger…just plain BETTER in every possible sense of the word, than Davey Marvel.
Boos take over the arena before a select few from the crowd begin to start another “Davey Marvel” chant which eventually takes over the crowd again.
Kudo: Oh what’s wrong everyone, are you getting angry? Are you angry at the fact that I’m keeping you all from seeing your hero with each word that I speak?
This triggers a “Just shut up” chant from the crowd that surprisingly starts quickly and in unison.
Kudo: Or are you…Or are you angry at the fact that each and every one of you sitting on your fat asses out in this arena know that I’m speaking the truth as usual, educating the minute minds of ACW’s fans in something that they cannot possibly comprehend without someone slapping it into their brains?!
“We want Marvel!” chants follow with a *clap clap clapclapclap*
Kudo: Oh I see, is that how it is to get over with fans? Take a leave from ACW and then coming back like this business owes me something? Is that how it is?!
Kudo seems genuinely pissed now as the crowd begins to respond with a, “Just leave now!” chant
Kudo: Well it seems to me that the Untouchables are “untouchable” because they’re avoiding any real competition by taking their breaks from action. Maybe if they would stop harboring cowards like Jake Cheng and Davey Marvel, I’d actually be able to get my hands on one of them. And all the while, deserving people like myself and the Armada pick up the slack from his absence and then are being forced aside…once the prodigal son returns.
The fans begin to boo again but it quickly turns back into “We want Marvel!” chants.
Kudo: Alright, you want to give Davey Marvel a hero’s welcome? I’ve got one for him right here…(slapping his knee)
With those last words, Kudo flips the mic with surprising accuracy, back into Philip’s hands while stripping down to his wrestling attire and setting the Entertainment belt off to the side.
Philip: Er…Okay… so, Introducing his opponent, from Escabana, Michigan… he is a member of the Untouchables, making his ACW return… Davey Marvel!
”New Millennium Homes” hits, and the crowd reacts thunderously as Davey appears, hooded by his top as is customary. He is accompanied by Code Red. He looks disgusted to say the least. They appear oblivious to Davey's animosity. He gets to the ring and Kudo, who has not taken his eyes off of Davey since he arrived, continues to watch silently as Davey removes his excess attire, cricks his neck, and finally indicates with a glance to the referee that he is ready to begin. The ref, sensing the tension, signals for the bell at once.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:17:45 GMT -5
Davey and Kudo pace around in a circular motion, but this lasts only a few seconds before Kudo breaks ranks and dashes forward, striking at Davey with a few of his famous stiff kicks. Davey’s expression shows that he feels them, but he does not buckle in the face of Kudo’s aggression, and makes the crowd pop as he smashes Kudo with a glancing forearm to the side of the head, that suspends Kudo’s offense for just a fraction of a second. Displaying the speed on his feet that has always been a calling card of his, Davey slips around behind Kudo and pulls off a german suplex so swiftly that Kudo has no time to counter it. Davey holds on and attempts to chain it into a second, but Kudo can’t be fooled more than once and elbows his way out of Davey’s hold, turning on a dime to attack Davey’s ribs. Davey grunts, but again stays calm and forces Kudo to tie up. After a moment or two of struggle, Davey manages to switch into a front face lock, and then produces his Exsanguination, pulling Kudo’s arm around behind him in the style of a Hammerlock and hitting a spinning neckbreaker. The crowd pops loudly as Davey makes a cover, but Kudo kicks out powerfully at around 1.5, kips up and starts slapping his head and shouting at his foe. Davey isn’t intimidated by the display, runs to the ropes and springs back into his roaring elbow, hitting Kudo with a savage blow – but Kudo barely even seems to feel it and Davey is taken aback as Kudo retaliates with his own Flashback elbow. Davey drops, Kudo yells defiantly… and then staggers before dropping to his knees as the effects of Davey’s move catch up with him.
It takes a few moments for both men to recover their senses and get back on their feet, to the extent that the referee has reached a mutual count of 4 by the time they are up and facing one another again. Davey’s expression is getting darker by the minute; he certainly didn’t come here with the intention of being overwhelmed by his old foe, and his determination finds expression as he launches into a fresh assault, getting Kudo into a headlock and thumping him in the head until the referee exhausts the 5 count and forces the pair to break apart. Davey is pumped up; he stands close to the ropes and taunts Kudo, tapping his chin and daring him to try and take him out. Incensed, Kudo storms forward and goes for the spiral dropkick; Davey gets his head out of the way, but Kudo connects with his body and the force sends Davey out of the ring backward. The crowd winces as Davey hits the outside mats; Kudo jumps up on to the ropes and goes for a plancha, only for Davey to hop up and pluck him out of the air before delivering the Davey Driver ’05 (Northern Lights Driver variation).
The crowd roars its approval, and Kudo looks to be in significant trouble for the first time in the match; Davey pulls him up to his feet and then whips his foe into the corner post with a metallic thud. Kudo bounces off, still looking groggy, and Davey comes after him, launching into a fierce barrage of punches and kicks. Kudo, though, rallies and turns the match on its head by ducking Davey’s swinging arm, using the crowd barrier to get some height for a Roaringiri. Davey staggers and then falls; Kudo looks up at the referee, who has reached a count of “7” and slides back into the ring, preparing himself in case Davey recovers in time to beat the count. Kudo’s caution is well founded; Davey pulls himself up, slapped on the back by the fans in the front, and then moves around in order to make the space he needs. He rushes toward the ring, and leaps right over the ropes into his “coming with everything” plancha/elbow strike. Kudo isn’t just going to stand there and take it, and leaps up to meet him, so that the pair connect mutually and drop back to the mat landing on their feet. The crowd roars with admiration for the athleticism of the pair, but both Kudo and Davey have only one thing on their minds now – victory, and the sooner the better.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:19:00 GMT -5
Nothing is held in reserve as Kudo and Davey fly at one another; they are both hungry for victory, and much is at stake. As their strikes multiply, Davey’s comparative freshness compared to Kudo starts to tell, and he pulls out a quick facebuster that leaves Kudo’s head spinning for a moment or two. Gathering his strength, Davey picks Kudo up into a vertical suplex position and covers the short distance to the ropes; he drops Kudo on to them, but Kudo pulls in his legs and gets his feet to the ropes, and taking a chance he flips off into a blind somersault. The connection is not the most graceful ever seen, but it catches Davey out and brings him to the mat; Kudo hooks the leg and goes for the cover, 1…2 – Davey kicks out, much to the crowd’s relief. The men race back to their feet, and Davey makes it by the narrowest of margins, allowing him to grasp his foe and pull off the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The crowd yells out, willing this to be the end, 1….2.. – Kudo kicks out just before the 3, and both Davey and the crowd curse at the failure. Kudo rolls up on his feet as Davey is doing the same; Davey throws Kudo into the corner and hits him with stiff elbow to the Jaw momentarily knocking out Kudo. This gives Red an opportunity to distract the ref. Which he indeed does. Tornando takes advantage of this and enters the ring. Davey is acting a little more in touch with his new stable mates. Tornado winds up for a hard right hand swings and lays out Davey. Picks him back up shoves his head betwix his legs jumps up and delivers the Tornado Driver. He goes over to Kudo wakes him up and place him on Davey. At this time the ref turns around and counts the
1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . 3
Bell Rings
Phillip here is your winner......Kudo!!
While Kudo celebrates his unjust yet well fought victory Davey is laid out in the middle of the ring. Code Red continue to go to town on him. Just as that continues The Leaving Song pt 2 sparks up and Jake and Jonny come running out to the adi of Davey. They corner Code Red into a corner as Davey makes his way to his feet. Jake turns around running full speed and lays a mean shinning wizard onto Davey laying him back out.
Jonny insists on a mic, one is thrown to him.
Jonny: This is what you get Davey. You are not nor were you ever the leader of this stable. No one was that was the point. You forgot that. So we had to remind you. I hope you lay there and rot forever. You think Jake and I are your buddies but you couldn't be more wrong. Davey, we wouldn't piss on your gums if your teeth were on fire.
Davey attempts to get up again...
Jonny: Stay down there. Don't you dare get up. I will end you if you get up.
Davey keeps trying to get up but Jonny just winds up and gives hime a stiff shot to the side of the head laying him out for good this time.
Jonny: Let's get out of here...
The Leaving Song pt 2 starts back up as we see them exit the ring then cut to commercial..
OOC: Ending events credit to Davey.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:19:34 GMT -5
Segment: The best things in life… have a price tag (Credit: Rawt)
It’s a bright Wednesday afternoon, birds are singing, hobos are sharing their mcdonalds and booze, people hugging, no negativity anywhere you can look, well, except for one guy.
Rawt: What do you mean I got to pay for my food?!?
The scene opens in a restaurant. Rawt throws his napkin at the waiter and rockets out of his seat.
Waiter: Sir, I am going to have to ask you to calm down or I will have to call the authorities.
Rawt stares at the waiter, smiling. Alas, the smile is deceptive.
Rawt: NO! NO! NO! NOOOO!
Rawt backhands the waiter across the face, leaving a trail of gasps from the other patrons spread around the room.
Waiter: Oh, how DARE you!
The waiter then backhands Rawt with his left hand, leaving a bright red print on his face. Rawt smirks at the waiter then shakes it off.
Rawt: Well...
Rawt charges the waiter into the wall and starts to punch him in his stomach, making the waiter start to spit out blood. Rawt steps back and raises his fists into the air in triumph over the waiter.
Rawt: Mwahahaha, I am invincible!
Before Rawt can honour his... victory over the waiter, a POPO car pulls up to the restaurant. The 2 POPO barge through the door, guns aimed at Rawt.
Cop#1: FREEZE MOTHER- err, I mean, lawbreaker”
Cop#2: Mmmm yes, freeze you shall do.
The POPO handcuff Rawt, who knows better than to start on a pair of heavily armed officers, and take him "downtown".
(A little later, at the Police Station. Rawt has been placed in a holding cell, and is being interviewed by a guard.)
Guard: Ok, so you’re one of those ACW people who goes by the name Rawt eh?
Rawt: Yes.
The guard gives a sigh, as if that’s an answer he hears all too often.
Guard: Any I.D?
Rawt: Maybe.
Guard: -.- I never knew "maybe" would answer a yes or no question.
Rawt: Neither did I until I said it.
Guard: OK, enough of these games, Do you or do you not have I.D?!?!
The guard grabs the bars with his hands, which cause a vibration on the cell door.
Rawt: Sheesh, no need to get your panties in a bundle, just pass me my jacket, and you shall be granted the I.D you wish.
The guard takes his hands off the bars and moves cautiously towards Rawt's jacket hanging on the hook and passes it to Rawt.
Rawt: Now...let’s see here, I.D. Hmm condom, bankcard, visa card, Wal-Mart card, ahhh here we go, drivers license.
Before Rawt could even catch a glimpse of his own drivers license, the guard snatched it out of his hand so quickly before Rawt could blink.
Guard: Hmmm. Well, the waiter has opted not to press charges, very fortunately for you. But, under the authority of the court, you must visit your therapist after you leave. Understood?
Rawt: Yeah yeah, I got it, will you let me out of this cage now?
The guard moved towards the cell door to release Rawt.
Rawt: Thanks.
Guard: Yeah, just get the hell out of here and go see your therapist.
Without hesitation, Rawt swiftly swept past the guard, relieving him of his I.D and made his way back to his car.
The next scene has moved further on still in time, and shows a plush office. Rawt sits in a chair, facing a middle aged woman wearing glasses.
Therapist: Welcome Rawt. Now, I know you don't want to be here, and that you know I want to deal with this as efficiently as possible, so let’s get down to business.
Rawt: So what am I supposed to say exactly?
Therapist: Well, I have heard that you assaulted a waiter at the local Applebee's, is that true?
Rawt: Well fuck, he told me that I, Rawt "The Crippler" Ross, had to pay for my food!
Rawt jolts out of his seat as he yells at the therapist. To her credit, the Therapist doesn’t flinch.
Therapist: You can't always get things for free, you must know that.
Rawt: This is for free isn't it?
The therapist became silent. She stood up slowly from her chair and walked to the window.
Therapist: I’m sorry Rawt, but it’s the way the law works…
Rawt: What do you mean crazy lady?
Therapist: Rawt... being here right now for the past 15 minutes, has already cost you $500.
Rawt's jaw dropped as he heard "$500" come from her mouth. He yelled vile profanities at the roof then ran out the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:23:09 GMT -5
Segment: Together again (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene opens in the CBK locker room. Scott is lacing up, while NBK sits in his backstage attire, flicking through an FHM magazine, only stopping to look at the chicks he thinks deserve to have his gorgeous face gazing upon them. Scott finishes the first of his boots.
Scott: It feels good to have you around again, man. And now that we're back in action it's almost guaranteed that the Tag Team gold will be around our waist in no time.
NBK: Scott. You have a World Title Shot tonight! Focus on that first and foremost. You take the World Title tonight, and we'll grab the Tag Titles next week. Perfect plan.
Both men chuckle, but in a 'heelish' way.
Scott: Imagine that, huh? Scott Andrews. ACW World Champion. Sounds frickin sweet.
NBK: You're damn right it does.
Scott: Well what about you? Where you gonna be tonight?
NBK: Chillin out back, watching your match. What else would I be doing?
Scott: ...
NBK: You're right. There's too many hotties around here for that not to happen. But I can restrain myself tonight. Because tonight I get to see my partner claim the World Title. And that is just slightly more important than having a bit of fun with one of the many ACW divas...or backstage crew...
Scott: What did you say?
NBK: What?! There are some fine sugar momma's hanging out backstage, my friend. After you have that title over you shoulder tonight I'll take you round the back and show you the talent. You'll be surprised.
Scott: Well, that sounds...good. Anyways, I gotta go sort out some business, daddio. I'll be back in a minute.
Scott gets up and slides his jacket on.
NBK: With who?
Scott closes the door as NBK finishes his sentence. The noise of it shutting startles Lex, and he looks up from the magazine. He then looks back down.
*Talking to magazine*NBK: I bet you'd like a piece of Bodzilla. Damn, you're hot.
And on that note, we cut to the next part of the show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:24:26 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW International Title Match Santiago Rivera vs. Rawt (Credit: Santiago)
The ACW arena is jammed packed with many types of different people as they all try to get their signs and just their own bodies on TV as the camera swings through the massive arena. We then go down to our regular commentators who have essentially become a regular member to enter your living room through your television.
Edison: Welcome back everybody, I’m ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison along by with my colleague and partner in crime, Maxwell McNally.
McNally: Well Eddie, they all know who we are, except for your new timers who are being forced to watch by your friends, but I guarantee that by the end of the night you’ll be wanting more!
Edison: How very true! I’m certain we’ve made even more ACW regulars out of people due to last Saturday at Ragnarok!
McNally: Indeed my friend, plenty of great matches there and a couple of returns! In the match of Code Red vs. Scott Andrews and Predator, we saw the return of the Natural Born Killer!
Edison: Yes, and can this be the remaking of the former tag team champions, the Cold Blooded Killers?
McNally: I don’t know, we’ll just have to wait and see. Also we saw the return of Pilko in that Fallout elimination match.
Edison: Haha yeah, I thought he’d fallen of the side of the earth!
McNally: No, the one who I thought had fallen off was this last return we saw. Nobody had the slightest idea of this happening, nobody with a enormous imagination even saw this coming. Last Saturday, we saw the return of the monster, TORAK!
Edison: And what a surprise that was to everyone. We remember him from mid 2005 from the grudge with Latino, but it all ended like this. They were in the match and Torak came out to the ring and laid Latino out which then got him eliminated for being out of the ring for the ten count!
McNally: But you can’t forget to mention how indeed it was Torak who has been stalking Latino for long time!
Right as Fast Eddie is about to speak again until the fans who have been ever so patient realize that smoke is slowly starting to fill the arena.
Edison: If you ask me, that’s just being…..what the hell?
McNally: It seems as if smoke is filling around then stage and the ring.
Just then the smoke begins flowing smoothly up from the stage and filling the air as “Nymphetamine” hits the P.A system.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW International Championship. First, he is being accompanied to the ring by one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, The Macho Man RDK! He is the International Champion, weighing in at 232 pounds from Austin, Texas. Santiago Rivera!
Santiago and RDK obviously have been waiting for Philip to finish up as now they walk through the mountain of smoke. The arena begins to boo Santiago, yet cheer on RDK while some cheer both, still giving their recognition to Santiago for his match against Jonny. The camera then closes in on the two as RDK is giving Santiago tips and the camera catches him saying, “Make sure your mind is one the match, let nothing distract you.” Santiago has a look of determination on his face and it seems as if he’s totally prepared for this match up.
Edison: If you ask me, after having that grueling match with Jonny Spade at Ragnarok, I think it’s stupid for him to have to be defending the title tonight.
McNally: Actually Eddie, after talking to RDK earlier tonight, Santiago felt as if he was in a “defending mood” tonight, so he requested it be on the line.
Edison: Oh, I see.
RDK is still talking to the champ as they slowly make their way down the ramp. Santiago is flushing out the boos that the certain number of fans are giving him and listens only to RDK. RDK then departs from Santiago and goes up the ring steps as Santiago slides in the ring. RDK walks on the apron then steps into the ring and meets with Santiago again. Santiago begins to stretch out some more as RDK wishes him luck as the music fades.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 300 pounds standing at 6 foot 9 inches, he is being accompanied to the ring by Gelale, RAWT “The Crippler” ROSS!
“Another one Bites the Dust” by Queen hits the P.A Smoke is still clearing the area as the big man makes his was from behind the curtain along with his trusty manager Gelale. Rawt looks angry and would love to walk out of the arena as International Champion tonight. He stares viciously at the champ standing in the ring attempting to ignore the boos.
Rawt then hears a fan in the front row yell out “Hey Rawt, Canada’s for pussies!” This stops Rawt right in his tracks and Gelale tells him to let it go but Rawt moves back to the “courageous” fan and gets right in his face. The spectator then begins to back off and the camera catches Rawt say “Who’s the pussy now?” Rawt and Gelale then walk back to the ring as RDK pats Santiago on the back then climbs out of the ring. Santiago slowly reaches back behind him and unhooks the belt from around his waist. Rawt grabs the top rope from outside of the ring then pulls himself up. He stays on the apron as Gelale stays on the outside and wishes him luck. Rawt then climbs over the top rope. He begins to walk right up to Santiago in the center of the ring and Santiago hands out his title as referee Joey Reynalds grabs the belt and shows it to both competitors. Yet, Santiago knows what it looks like and Rawt doesn’t care since he’s too caught up right now with the stare down between the two. They begin to exchange some words to each other.
Edison: Wow…look at this stare down. I don’t think neither men have blinked
McNally: It’s not as much the show down between these two, it’s more of just that size difference displayed right here. Rawt stands at 9 inches taller then Santiago with 68 more pounds of brute force. Yet, it doesn’t look like Santiago wants to back down. Wait here we go, the title is being handed to our timekeeper and it looks like things are about to get underway.
The Bell rings.
RJR tells the two to break it up. They wait about 5 seconds before stepping back then circling the ring. Gelale is ringside yelling for Rawt to destroy him and RDK is merely pounding the mat cheering Santiago on. Santiago is the first to move in, dashing forward locking in a grapple. He begins to push the 300 pounder back into the turnbuckle but just then with a loud yell, Rawt uses his power to throw Santiago back onto the mat. He slowly gets up, looking at The Crippler who begins to taunt him. Santiago then gets to his feet after hearing RDK telling him to go. Santiago and Rawt circle the ring once more as he runs in and attempts it again. This time, he pushes Rawt all the way to the corner and the grapple is still locked it. RJR then runs over and puts his body in-between the two to break it up. Rawt then slaps Santiago from over the referee and the whole crowd goes “Oooh” as the sound echoes across the arena. Santiago stumbles back, holding his cheek. He turns his head back to Rawt who’s laughing then sprints forward and jumps up, hitting a stinger splash like move into the corner. He climbs up onto the second rope and begins hitting the corner punches as the crowd counts along. 1…..2………3……..4………5………6…….7…….8……..9…. Santiago then kisses his fist and nails the 10th.
He hops down from the middle rope as Rawt staggers forward. Santiago takes advantage of the grogginess and runs across the ropes. He springboards back and goes for a jumping clothesline, but is hit by the giant brick wall that is Rawt. The clothesline only made him stumble a little and Santiago runs back and tries again, yet the same thing happens. Santiago is now getting angry, not being able to knock the man of his feet and he sprints across the ropes and goes for it again, yet this time at the last moment, Rawt comes forward with a falling clothesline, intercepting Santiago’s. Santiago nearly does a flip from the impact, which seems familiar as it occurs often when Santiago delivers the Iron arm clothesline.
The crowd goes “Oooh” once again to express the carnage of that move. Gelale begins clapping and cheering mercifully while RDK pounds on the mat encouraging Santiago to rise. Rawt is on his feet now and walks over to Santiago who’s already halfway up. He grabs him by the tights and yanks him up to his feet. Rawt then backs Santiago to the ropes then irish whips him against the corresponding ones and begins to run right after him. Right as Santiago rebounds off the ropes he is nailed by a huge running shoulder block and hits the ground rigidly, landing roughly on his neck, upper shoulder area. Rawt rises to his feet and pulls Santiago up. He holds him as if he’s going for a spinebuster and lifts him high into the air, then throws him down in the atomic drop, targeting out that tailbone area yet at some times, can also hurt the groin region. This time Santiago was kind of lucky as it got the tailbone. He holds his lower back as he stumbles around the ring. Gelale then tells him his next move as Santiago leans on the top rope. Rawt smiles and turns to Rivera. He then runs at full speed just as Santiago turns around and goes for a clothesline yet the shorter Santiago bends down and uses the leverage of the ropes to flip Rawt and backdrop him over the top rope. The crowd then stands up as they see a 300 pound man be flipped over the ropes. Santiago drops to the mat in exhaustion as Rawt barely hits the ground with his feet then falls forward very fast into the protective barricade ringside.
Edison: Oh my! What a counter by Santiago in the early going of this matchup!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:25:00 GMT -5
Gelale runs around the ring to the aid of the fallen Rawt. The referee slides out of the ring to check on him then slides back in. Santiago tells the ref to start counting as RJR has nothing else he can do, but count.
1……….
2………….
3…………
Gelale tries to get him up but nothings working, as Rawt hit the ground hard.
4…………….
5……………..
6……………..
Santiago is back to his feet after getting a breather and Rawt is slowly rising with the help of Gelale and the security barrier.
7…………..
8…………….
Santiago then moves RJR to the side and grabs the ropes. He pulls them back then jumps forward, catapulting him over the top rope into a corkscrew. Instead of like most heels, Rawt actually pushes Gelale out of the way as Santiago crashes down. Rawt catches Santiago but stumbles back, hitting his back into the barricade. He pulls himself up, still holding Santiago then runs and throws him against the steel post back first and his body basically bounces off of it and onto the outside padding. Rawt takes some steps around then throws both arms into the air and taunts the crowd as Santiago lies on the ground holding his back and crying in pain. He kicks his legs up and down as RJR begins the count.
1…………..
2…………..
3……………
4…………….
5……………..
6……………
7………….
Santiago hears the refs count the quickly pulls himself up, while enduring the pain. He quickly spins around and slides into the ring where he lays still, yet Rawt doesn’t hear the crowd, as he is too busy trash talking some front row fans. Gelale then runs by and yells at him to get in there.
8……………
9..
Rawt quickly gets back in breaking the count. He moves towards Santiago who’s still holding his back and stomps on it with all his might. Santiago kicks his legs more until Rawt pulls him up by the tights. He lifts him in a side slam position and walks around the ring with him before dropping in a big sidewalk slam. He covers as RJR goes down and pins but Santiago kicks out right after a 1 count. Rawt looks angry yet amazed that Santiago wishes to continue fighting. He lifts Santiago and puts his arm over Santiago’s head then lifts him high into the air. RDK leans on the apron with his hands on his head saying come on as about 10 seconds pass and all the blood has rushed to Santiago’s head. Rawt then drops him down with the stalled suplex and quickly pins. 1…2 and Santiago throws his right arm into the air, breaking the count. Rawt punches the mat hard and lifts Santiago up by his head this time. He whips him forward but then yanks him back and goes for another clothesline yet Santiago ducks it and swings around to the back of Rawt, bringing Rawt’s own arm around his chest and behind him as Santiago lifts him up and nails a release german suplex which shakes the ring.
Santiago is now breathing hardly as the size difference makes it difficult to pull off his strong power moves and must rely on his quickness now. He crawls over to the grounded Rawt and grabs his knee pad and hooks the leg using that. 1…2…then Rawt powers out breaking the pinfall. Santiago rushes back over before Rawt can get up and begins hitting mounted punches on the former junior champion. Rawt begins to stand, even while the rapid punches are coming from the left fist of Santiago Rivera. Once he is at his feet, he blocks the punch and grabs Santiago. He lifts him up about one foot as he turns and throws him into the turnbuckle. With a loud yell, Rawt runs at Santiago full speeds and collides with him in the corner like a bad car accident with the 18 wheeler into a little Hyundai. Santiago nearly falls forward until Rawt pushes him back. He then begins delivering Ric Flair like chops to the chest of Santiago, the crowd Wooing” for every one. The chest of Santiago is becoming as red as a bamboo’s ass when he ducks another one of Rawts chops and superkick Rawt back into the corner. He then literally runs up the body of Rawt, backflipping off before ripping the jersey open and hitting the overhead open palm chops to the chest of Rawt. These are much louder and give more impact. After about 10 of these chops Rawt pushes Santiago back about 5 feet and walks along with the ropes. Santiago then runs behind him and drops with a chopblock to the back of Rawts leg. He then crumples to the ground. Santiago gets up and runs across the ropes on the other side of the ring then baseball slides the side of Rawt which sends him sliding out of the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:25:44 GMT -5
RDK claps on for the International champion as Santiago gets a quick breather then slides out of the ring, going towards Rawt as the ref begins to count. Santiago begins delivering left hooks to the back of Rawt’s head before pulling him to his feet. Santiago then sets a move up like he’s hugging him then attempts to throw him back in a belly to belly suplex, yet Rawt is holding all his strength to the ground and hits Santiago with 10 trapped headbutts. He lets go and Santiago to the ground holding his head. Rawt looks a little dizzy as well as he climbs up onto the apron and steps into the ring. The ref’s count is now at four as RDK walks over to Santiago and tells him to get up and don’t lose concentration. Right after, Santiago rises up and slides in breaking the count at six. As Santiago slides in Rawt bounces off the ropes and jumps into a huge splash right onto the back of Santiago. He flips Santiago over and pins 1….2…. the count Is then broken up when RJR notices Santiago’s foot was under the bottom rope and Rawt argues. Rawt begins yelling at referee Joey Reynalds and RJR threatens to disqualify Rawt from his title shot. Yet this has bought Santiago some time as he’s now on his feet taking deep heavy breathes while holding his back. He now decides to rely on his feet and quickness to overcome the former gym teacher. Rawt still has his back turned to Santiago and arguing at the referee unaware the Santiago is back up until Gelale yells for him to turn around but he doesn’t in time as Santiago hits the burnout kick. Rawt drops to his knees and Santiago walks over to him. He signals for something involving locking his hands together then grabs the arms of Rawt and pushes down on the neck, completing the Mexican Lock. He swings Rawt around a little and RJR asks if would like to tap, obviously Rawt says no and he begins to stand. With Rawt being taller, Santiago won’t be able to hold onto the move much longer and wraps his legs around Rawt’s stomach. Rawt is now standing and trying to swat the fly that is Santiago off of his back and get him out of the Mexican Lock. Without his arms, he can’t flip him over so he begins to run around the ring then straight towards the turnbuckle. He jumps and swings around in mid air, sandwhiching Santiago between the corner posts and Rawt. Santiago stumbles around the ring holding his back which has suffered much pain so far and Rawt runs right towards him and hits the big boot perfectly with Santiago turning at the wrong moment.
McNally: Santiago has taken a beating this match!
Rawt lifts Santiago up and lifts him up into stalled suplex position again. Yet this time Santiago rolls off and falls into a roll up. 1, 2, but then Rawt escapes at 2.5. Rawt gets up right into a spinning heel kick by Santiago. He then runs off the ropes and jumps right into The Ten Gallon boot. Rawt goes down and Santiago pins again 1…2.. yet Rawt doesn’t want to go down. Rawt is beginning to slow down a bit getting up as he its met with a large upper cut. Santiago hits another upper cut then goes for another spinning wheel kick but Rawt uses his hand and blocks the wheel kick and actually pushes Santiago back while in mid air.
Edison: Wow! Santiago’s not small or anything with all that muscle but frankly, he’s getting thrown around like a ragdoll out there!
Santiago gets up quickly and quickly moves to Rawt who then delivers a huge toe kick to the abdomen of Santiago and puts him between his legs. He yells out while throwing his arms in the air then quickly lifts Santiago into the powerbomb but Santiago flips forward out of it and begins to punch Rawt rapidly with left and rights along with kicks to the side of the lower legs which are starting to give away. Rawt then goes for a desperation clothesline to stop the sudden fury of Santiago but he ducks under then lifts Rawt into a devastating Syracuse Slam which shakes the whole ring. The crowd begins to actually cheer along Santiago for that along with RDK but the voice of Gelale is not too far to hear. Santiago looks at him and then doesn’t go for a pin. He crawls over to the corner ropes and pulls himself up. He then climbs up onto the top rope and tries to balance himself properly on the top. He taunts while standing straight up on the top rope signaling for the 1000th Trip to Hell. But then, gets distracted as he sees somebody walking down from the back cheering Santiago on. The camera turns to show that it’s Rena walking down the ramp. Not just Santiago is surprised, but RDK, RJR, and Gelale is too. Santiago yells out “what are you doing here?” But it’s too late as Rawt’s up and he dives onto the top rope, making Santiago fall hitting himself in a very bad area. Rena is now ringside and begins cheering for Santiago. Rawt climbs to the second rope then sets something up. He hooks his legs on the top rope and pulls Santiago up to the top as well. He then throws Santi back with a huge spider german suplex then pulls himself back up to the top. He moves down to the second rope and smiles. Gelale is jumping around and clapping as Rawt dives off the top and lands a huge splash onto Santiago. Just before Rawt can pin, Rena jumps up onto the apron and distracts the ref saying that Gelale just threw Rawt brass knuckles, yet, nothing of that sort has happened. Rawt waits for the count but it never comes, he then turns back and sees the ref with Rena. Rawt decides to take matters into his own hands and gets up and pushes the ref out of the way and goes to punch Rena but she ducks and jumps off. Just then Rawt falls back into a roll up and puts his legs on the second rope for leverage. The ref however isn’t in position to see the legs and counts 1…2…but then Rawt still powers out. Santiago doesn’t get angry but just dropkicks Rawt back down as he was only sitting up. Santiago pulls him to the center of the ring then goes down to his legs. He rubs his hands together then hits one of the overhead open palm chops, but to the thing of Rawt. The sound is louder than the other chops and stings more too. Rawt yells in pain as Santiago does about 10 more. Rawt quickly pulls himself over to the ropes then slides out side the ring. Gelale doesn’t waist time and begins to distract the referee as Rawt throws Philip out of his chair and folds it. He slides into the ring and rams it right into the stomach of Santiago. He’s now on all fours and Rawt lifts the chair high into the air, but right when he begins to take it down, Rena jumps on the apron and grabs it from him then whacks Rawt in the back with it. Gelale sees this and yells at the ref to look at Rena yet, nobody is there now but a grounded Santiago and Rawt. Rawt begins to get up along with Santiago. Santiago doesn’t waste time and dashes to Rawt and puts his leg around the back of his leg then forces him down, sweeping the leg at the same time into the San Antonio Slice. RDK yells at the ref to take proper control of this match and RJR gets distracted again by this, yet RDK doesn’t mean for it to happen. Santiago then runs off the ropes, hops over Rawt and goes to jump on the jump to springboard into a moonsault but Gelale yanks the second rope down, causing Santiago to slip off the rope and hit his head very hard on the wrestling mat. Santiago slides out of the ring holding his head and drops to his knees. RDK saw this just behind the referee and runs over to Santiago to make sure he’s not severely injured after hitting his head on the mat that hard. Rawt begins to stir a bit but Santiago is still in major pain as Gelale smiles. RDK then helps Santiago up as he slowly slides into the ring. Rawt picks Santiago up and delivers another toe kick to the abdomen before shoving him in-between his legs again. He puts his arms in the air signaling for the end then puts them around Santiago’s body and lifts him up quickly at the second attempt for the powerbomb but Santiago rolls backwards over Rawt’s head into a rollup catching Rawt off guard and the ref quickly goes down and counts 1……2…….3.
The bell rings.
Rawt kicks out right after the three and Santiago runs and slides out of the ring quickly, trying to avoid anger from Rawt.
Philip: Here is your winner and still ACW International champion, Santiago Riiiiiivera!
“Nymphetamine” hits as the ref walks over to Santiago outside the ring and hands him the title and raises his arm in victory while he holds his head with his other hand. RDK walks over and meets him and congratulates him. Santiago then looks up and sees Rena clapping while walking back up the ramp way. He asks RDK what that was about but he just shakes his head. Rawt exits the ring and Gelale meets up by his side as they both walk up the entry way and Rawt looking furiously at Rena. Santiago and RDK then go back into the ring as RDK lifts Santiago’s hand in the air with the title hanging tall.
We fade to a commercial break
End of scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:27:29 GMT -5
Segment: There’s something down there…
The scene opens to what is at first a blank, black screen. Then a shaft of light illuminates the picture; it is pouring down from a door that has been opened at the top of a flight of stairs, and a silhouette appears, blocking most of the light for a moment until a switch is flipped, and the strip lighting comes on to reveal one of ACW’s basement areas.
Alicia descends the stairs, rubbing her arms against the chill of the unheated room. Reaching the floor, she walks across to a stack of neatly piled boxes; they are labeled with names of ACW superstars past. AK searches them, until she finds the one that she is looking for.
AK: Ah! I knew it had to be here somewhere….
Carefully she extracts the dusty box, faintly marked with the words “DJ Blaze”. She opens it up, coughing a little, and rummages through the old clothing and other miscellaneous items until she triumphantly pulls out a set of keys.
AK: THERE they are! Thank goodness, I thought I’d lost them. Pity I turned our apartment upside down for nothing, but still…
She pockets the keys, closes the box, and checks her wristwatch.
AK: I’d better get back upstairs, it can’t be long until our match.
She puts the box hurriedly up on top of the pile, displacing settled dust. She hurries over to the stairs, and gets a foot on the first one, when-
??: Aaaah…ahhh….TISHOO!
Alicia stops and one, and turns around.
AK: Who’s there?
Silence. But AK knows what she heard.
AK: You might as well come out, security won’t be too gentle when they find you in here, whoever you are.
Still nothing. AK sighs.
AK: Have it your way. And if this is an ambush, I will personally separate the instigator from their grapefruits.
??: I haven’t got any grapefruit. Please don’t call anyone…
The voice is gentle and polite, and sounds like someone of a youthful persuasion. AK turns around from the stairs to see a figure emerge from the shadows, and he’s quite a sight. Caucasian, and clearly no more than 15 or 16 years old, he’s wearing the sort of cotton pants and semi – formal short sleeved shirt that puts AK in mind of one of the geekier characters out of “Grease”. The young man stares at Alicia, not with malice, but not with fear, either… rather, he seems curious, almost entranced. It’s strange, almost as if he’s never really seen a woman with hips before. AK has no idea what to make of him, either.
AK: Damn it, kid, you had me thinking this was a sneak attack.
The kid’s eyes widen a little at the word “damn”, but AK doesn’t notice this. He clears his throat.
Kid: I’m… I’m sorry, ma’am.
AK: It’s all right… what are you doing down here, anyway? If you’re looking for autographs you won’t get many hiding out around here. Try just outside the back entrance as the show finishes, some of the guys might stop for you then.
Kid: Autographs? Show? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
AK looks skeptical, but the more she regards the kid, the more what he says seems to ring true. The Kid clasps his hands together, imploringly.
Kid: I know this is private property, Ma’am, but I kind of don’t have anywhere else to go right now. I haven’t touched anything, and I promise not to disturb anyone at all. So please, can you just let me stay for a little while?
AK becomes concerned.
AK: Look, if you’re in some sort of trouble, you should go to the police…
Kid: I can’t do that.
AK: But-
Kid: I’m sorry, really I am, but I can’t tell you anything else. Please, ma’am…
AK hesitates, torn over what she should do, but something in the young man’s eyes tells her that his predicament, whatever it is, is genuine. She sigh again.
AK:…. all right. I won’t say a word… but if you’re found here-
Kid: I never saw you before in my life. Thank you so much, I can’t tell you how grateful I am.
He smiles, for the first time… and it strikes AK to the core. It’s…. the most innocent smile that she’s ever seen on someone of his age. And for some reason, that sends a chill up her spine. But she has no time to dwell on that now.
AK: My arse is going to be on the line if this goes awry… I have to go.
She puts her foot back on the first step.
AK: Just… think about going to the police, ok? Sleeping rough like this isn’t a safe thing to be doing.
She starts to ascend the stairs; behind her the kid lets out a small sigh. His words are faint, and not perhaps intended to be heard…
Kid: Safe…. nowhere’s safe for long. Not from them.
AK looks back over her shoulder, but the kid has already disappeared back into the shadows. She feels another chill along her spine, and hurries back up into the main ACW building as quickly as her feet will carry her.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:30:30 GMT -5
Segment: Message in blood (Credit: Torak)
Familiarity is usually a welcome occurrence. That old cartoon show you used to watch when you were a kid. That old school friend you bump into after all those years. An old character, returning to your favorite television show, after a lengthy absence. At Ragnarok, familiarity made an un-invited and unappreciated appearance. Nevertheless, this show goes on with all previous events tucked away in the back of the mind of the on-looker. Some welcome to resurface, some not so welcomed.
“Your Time Has Come” hits the speakers and Justin Jehst makes his way out to polite applause and a few scattered cheers. Being unscheduled tonight he is merely dressed for comfort in baggy pants but no shirt. He obviously likes to feel the breeze on his modest, quite toned torso. He ascends the steps onto the apron and enters the ring between the top and middle rope. Phillip approaches the ring from the outside and hands Justin a mic who accepts it graciously. Justin turns to the crowd and wets his lips, pausing for a moment to soak it in. This is the first time he’s been granted mic time in the ring and so has to make the most of this opportunity. He lifts the mic to his mouth and the crowd respectfully quietens down to hear his thoughts.
“Six months ago, if you had said to me that I’d be in the ring with two Champions on two separate occasions in the space of two weeks, I probably would have thought you were patronizing me, merely sparing my feelings only to go behind my back and dismiss my capabilities. But in my first month here I have stepped into the ring with two undisputed champions. Now, regrettably neither match was scheduled for their respective titles, but I did at least experience what it feels like to be in the ring with the cream of the crop in this industry.”
The crowd remains silent as Justin pauses to take breath. His mind races with thoughts and his heart beats rapidly in his chest. He swallows hard and continues.
“Unfortunately I did not win either match, nor did I manage to create a lot of offense against my opponents. Many people would be disheartened by this, close to giving up their dream of becoming a successful wrestler… But not me!”
Some areas of the crowd react to Justin’s’ enthusiasm with light applause, respecting his willingness to learn and better himself by first paying his dues. Some still applaud while he continues.
“Then a dream come true. I managed to get myself a match with someone who I consider a legend here in the ACW. Someone who I have admired, respected and followed for as long as I can remember. Being put into that situation I was nervous, sure, but I put all that aside, approached the match like any other and I tried my best.”
Justin stops and looks down, almost saddened by what he is about remember.
“Again, unfortunately for me, I could not overcome my idol. Not that I am ashamed of that. I am actually proud to have at least gone a few minutes with someone of the calibre of…Latino.”
Justin pauses again, knowing his last words are bound to stimulate a reaction. The crowd goes wild just by the mere mention of the name and Justin nods in agreement. He looks around, hoping one day that his own name will draw a similar reaction. He prolongs the pause to allow the noise level to reduce before attempting to continue…
“…”
Nothing. No sound. Apparently the microphone has suffered at the hands of the dreaded “Technical Difficulty”. A phrase so dreaded in any entertainment media field that a euphemism is often used to ease panic. Temporary loss of audio functions is used in this case. It certainly doesn’t alleviate things. Phillip, always alert, grabs a replacement microphone from ringside and quickly advances towards the ring. The substitution is made and Justin attempts to test the mic. He opens his mouth but the next sound heard is definitely not his voice.
Familiarity is not always welcome.
Mechanical grinding jolts blurt from the speakers and a widespread groan can be felt throughout the entire arena. “Nobody’s Real” is the track that blares throughout the arena and the only voice heard belongs to Michael Cummings. The imminent arrival doesn’t seem to have a voice. He believes in action rather than speech.
Sure enough through the curtain emerges the relentless and malignant figure of Torak. Complete with his new look halfmask, hiding the lower-half of his face allowing his eyes to peer over the brim. He surges to the ring with herculean strides and upon reaching the ring, slides in and immediately attacks Justin. He pounds on the helpless newcomer with stiff right hands before knocking him down with a hard upper-cut. Justin manages to push himself to his feet and rushes at Torak with some right hands of his own…but they have no effect. Once Torak has had his fun he quickly grabs the right arm of the Canadian youngster and twists it painfully. Justin drops to his knees in agony and pleads for mercy. Torak glares down at him and shakes his head in disgust. He tugs Justin up onto his feet and spins him around so that he is facing Justin’s back. He sets the wrenched arm over his head and lifts Justin up. At first it looks like a belly-to-back suplex, but Torak instead spins Justin around in mid-air and drops him down onto his head. A move commonly known as the Blue Thunder Driver.
Being spiked on the head can be a dangerous experience. Some wrestling promotions do not allow the use of any head bump moves, a ridiculous concept for promoters of violence really, but those who have experienced the feeling can sympathise.
Justin is down and out on the canvas and only the expanding and contracting of his chest indicates that he is still alive. Torak is also almost motionless, though on his feet, staring down at his handiwork. He eventually removes his gaze at the fallen Canadian and transfers his eyes to the crowd who savagely hurl jeers at him. This, as always, does not nark Torak however, it merely drives him. He reaches to his side and places a hand over a black leather holster which, until now, had gone un-noticed by the majority of on-lookers.
His index finger undoes a strap then the rest of his fingers creep inside to retrieve the object it contains. He slowly pulls it out, first revealing a black handle followed by a long thin silver blade. It’s an incredibly sharp kitchen kife, presumably the same one that made an appearance in the stalking videos. Suddenly a wave of panic and distress encompasses the audience and the ringside staff plead with Torak to relinquish the weapon, though not stupid enough to enter the ring and jeopardise their own safety. With the knife in hand he inspects it and tightens his grip. He lifts his free hand and uses the knife to slice the palm, diagonally from the Navicular to the Hamate, causing a lot of dark red blood to seep out.
Torak drops the knife to his side which draws a sigh of relief from the crowd. He takes two fingers, the index and the middle finger, and dips them into the wound like an artist dipping a brush into a pallet. But Torak has no masterpiece in mind, nor does he intend to paint on the canvas. He drops to one knee over the motionless Justin and examines his torso before placing his two fingers, now covered in a red liquid, just below the navel. He draws a straight line parallel with the waistline of Justin’s pants. He lifts his fingers and moves across an inch before drawing a circle around the umbilicus, before adding a tail to the symbol. Another inch across, working his way up the torso, he scrawls a symbol which resembles a cross. Is this some sort of sacrifice?
Torak notices he is running low on “ink” and so dips his fingers back into the cut to refill. He returns to his workpiece and continues an inch across from the last symbol and draws another, shorter straight line before using one finger to place a dot a centimeter above it. It’s starting to come clear now. That’s that familiarity kicking in as the symbols collectively resemble a familiar name. Torak completes his work with something that looks like a bridge followed by a hollow circle. Torak pushes himself to his feet to admire his art from a better view.
Looking down it reads: l a t i n o
Conveniently late, a hoard of officials and road agents rush to the ring from the back. They don’t enter, but they do urge Torak to back-away from the injured worker. Torak does, edging backwards away from his victim, toward the rope. He turns and exits the ring, making his way past the officials who shuffle nervously out of his way. Torak heads to the back without stopping and without looking back. He eventually reaches the curtain just as some EMTs with a stretcher make their way to the ring. Torak disappears, but the remnants of his actions do not. Nor does Justin’s pain. The shot fades to commercials with Justin carefully being loaded onto the stretcher.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:32:15 GMT -5
Match 6: Rena vs. Red's Only Fan (Credit: Rena)
The scene is backstage, just behind the curtain. Rena and Red are there, waiting to be cued for their entrances by an assistant.
Man: Miss Rena? Ah, there you are! Hurry up…you go in first!
Rena: But I was told I go in second. Hey-
She was scooted to the curtains without any further explanation. She sighed and paused, looking at all the people running around behind her.
?…: Get the hell out of my way.
She felt a push to the side, as Red grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of his way. He looked back and sneered towards her.
Rena: Excuse me, but-
Red: I’m going first.
Rena: I was told.
Red: I don’t care who told you anything. It doesn’t mean shit to me, and I’m going first.
Rena: Honey, who gave you permission to tell me who goes first?
Man: Stop your fighting. We start in one minute.
Rena: Okay.
Red: You can go now.
Man: But I-
One look from Red and the man bounced away, embarrassed that he was told what to do. Rena glared at her opponent.
Rena: That was fucking rude.
Red: So? They have to learn their place.
Rena: And I’ll show you your place tonight.
Red: Is that so?
Rena: Yeah.
Red: well-
Out in the arena, Philip’s voice is heard as he enters the ring and starts to speak.
Philip (off screen): The Following match is a one fall singles competition…
Red: Good luck, bitch.
Rena: Fuck you.
Their bickering blots out all but the last part of Philip’s announcement.
Philip: …The Only Reds Fan!
Red pushed away the curtains and jumped onto the stage, the cameras at each angle switching in to show his arrival. He moved his head side to side, spitting out his disagreement with the crowd, who were booing him since his music began. The shot switched to ACW Commentators, Max McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison.
McNally: It clearly shows who is definitely not on his side tonight!
Edison: I agree, though, will his opponent get the same reception from this maxed-out crowd?
McNally: We can only find out. Look at the physique of that young star! You can definitely see the talent dripping off of those muscles.
Edison: This does seem to be a very interesting match-up. Rena Matheson, ex-diva and veteran wrestler, taking on an amateur?
McNally: It does seem odd with the match-up of opponents, though it does seem as if it were going to be a great match!
The shot switches again, catching the last part of Philip’s second speech.
Phillip: …Rena Matheson!
The crowd poured cheers on her as she entered the stage, smiling and waving to what seemed to be everyone and anyone. She blew kisses and strutted sweetly through the steel pathway.
Edison: My-oh-my. I can see why Red might have wanted this match.
McNally: I can take his place if he changes his mind…damn.
As she entered the ring, Red glared at her with a smirk on his face. He spat on the ring, and moved over to her, clubbing her on the back with his forearm. The bell rings.
Red gave her time to turn around, and she removed her hand from the back of her neck and gave him a ‘wtf’ look.
Rena: What the hell are you doing?
Red: Wrestling. Can’t keep up, oldie?
Rena: Oh hell no. You did not just say that…
Ref: Let’s keep it clean, Red.
Red: Whatever.
The two begin officially, moving around the ring in a circle, glaring each other down. They both begin to lunge, locking up in a hurry. He grabs Rena by the head and does a headlock to her, wrenching his arms around her neck as hard as he can. She squealed, moving her hand out for the ropes, but is nowhere near it.
Red: Too far?
She growled at his arrogance, locking her hands and plunging them into his abdomen. Automatically her let go and grabbed himself, preparing to take short breaths of air before he continued on. He smiled with deviance twinkling in his eye, standing straight up and moving towards her. She just finished nurturing her neck, and was now moving closer to him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:33:09 GMT -5
McNally: I can feel the tension building as they move closer.
Edison: It’s like I’m watching this dramatic scene in slow motion.
McNally: I’d like to see Rena in slow motion in my bedroom.
Edison:.....OUCH! That’s gotta hurt.
As red began to run at her, she flipped him over her shoulder, forcing him to fall over the ropes and skid on the pavement. He laid there for a moment, slapping the ground at his frustration. He cursed and turned on his back, only to find Rena launching her out-stretched body off the ropes. Quickly, he rolled to watch her slap her stomach off the pavement he once hit. She gasped and curled up, the pain from the fall dominating her body. As he pulled himself up painfully, he looked over to Rena now on her side. She looked at him, her teeth clenched, but she had no time to get up before he began booting her in the ribs. With Rena screaming in pain, Red moved back into the ring to taunt poor helpless Rena, now rolling around on the floor. As she began to get up, he reached over the ropes and grabbed her hair, practically launching her back onto the apron. She turned to him and spit in his eye. As he cleaned his eye from the spit, she grabbed his hair and guillotined him on the ropes. Quickly, she slid into the ring to find him fully recovered from her previous move and now charging towards her. She was backed into the corner as he shoved his shoulder into her abdomen. The sore ribs hurt more and more as he placed ever bit of his strength into her stomach.
McNally: I feel like I’ve been holding my breath.
Edison: I feel like this commentary table is shaking.
McNally: Sorry…
Edison: Keep your hands on top of the table, man…
She kicked him off of her, and pushed herself until she sat on the top turnbuckle. Grabbing his head, she swung her body around and completed a perfect, swinging DDT. Rolling away from him, she stood and waited for him to get up. He stood up slowly, and in a groggy state he faced Rena. She crouched down and began to run at him. He shook himself out of this phase and raised a hand, reaching out to connect with her face. Instead, she ducked down and moved her body to the side, crouching down again. As he turned around she swooped her leg up and tried to hit her leg against his temple.
McNally: OH! NO GOOD!
Edison: Red caught Rena’s leg.
Red smiled and, while holding Rena’s Leg, he made her become off balanced until she fell to the mat. Still with her leg, flipped her on her stomach and performed a terrifyingly painful Boston crab. Rena screamed and scraped her nails across the mat, reaching for the ropes which seemed too far out of reach. She raised her hand, as she could not take the pain anymore.
Red: Give up!
Rena: Don’t you ever shut the hell up!?
Red: When you give up, I will.
By this time, her face had turned red from the pain. She began moving her legs so fast that it was hard for him to keep a grasp of them. He finally released her legs after moments of kicking and screaming, kicking her once again in the ribs. She rolled over and tried to get up, limping in pure pain over to the corner for support. He laughed and began to change at her, jumping up and hitting a DDT on her. He placed his body on her for a…
1…
2…
KICKOUT BY RENA!
He got up and started arguing with the ref. This gave Rena some time to regain strength to move up and face him with all of her anger.
McNally: Red better turn around before- OH DAMN!
By that time, Red had turned around to find completely behind him and ready to fight. It was not that she had done anything to him that McNally was shouting about, but it was the tenacity and challenge in both their eyes as they faced eachother. She opened her hand and placed her palm at a rapid speed against his face. He wiped his mouth from spit and looked at her with a glare.
Rena: I’m done playing.
Red: Playing?
Rena: You think you’ve done this well on your own?
Red: What the fuck do you mean!? Of course I did-
Rena: Yeah right. All you are is a rookie. A low-life ‘no one cares about you’ rookie. You think you could beat me?
Red: Fuck you.
Rena: Now look who’s the one who can’t take it.
Red: FUCK YOU!
He hooked his fist but Rena caught it, spinning him around and pulled him in so that his back was up against her chest. She leaned in a whispered in his ear.
Rena: Nice knowing you…rookie.
She put his head forward, hooked her arm around and jumped forwards, slamming his face into the mat. He bounced off the mat and lay on his back, coughing from the pain.
Edison: Ouch. He’s gonna feel that tomorrow!
She laughed and grabbed him up. He swayed from side to side, but she didn’t mind. He attempted to hit her many times, but nothing happened. A trickle of blood found its way into his eyes, preventing him from seeing clearly. She thought it were time to finish it, and finally did her ‘fade to black’ finisher, a Crossarm sitdown powerbomb pin. The crowd flinched as his body lifelessly slammed to the mat. As he lay on the ground she got to the top. The fans began to scream as she smiled and waved to the crowds, her back towards Red. By the time she was ready, Red had stumbled up and was know hooking up with Rena on the top turnbuckle. She squealed as he threw her off with a belly-back suplex. Her body slammed to the floor, automatically rolling out of the ring and onto the floor. He wiped the blood off his face, and did a springboard moonsault off the ropes onto Rena.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:34:00 GMT -5
McNally: CONNECTION!
Red: You’ve just got your ass kicked by a rookie.
Rena: Don’t think so babe.
He smiled, but Rena swooped up quickly to irish whip him to the barricades. Just then, Rena noticed howling from the crowd. As she looked over, Rawt was trailing down the ramp in a horrible mood. He pointed at her, and growled with seer anger.
Rawt: You’re dead!
Rena: Not likely.
Rena threw Rawt away from her, and wrapped her legs around Red’s neck, flipping oveer to do a hurricanrana. As she got up, Rawt smashed her in the back with a forearm. He laughed and kicked her in the leg until she got to the ground. Rawt grabbed a chair from beneath the ring, but Red pushed it away.
Red: What the fuck are you doing!?
Rawt: She fucking interfered in my match!
McNally: This is getting quite personal…
Edison: I’m still wondering what the hell he is doing here!
As they fought, Rena appeared behind them and hit them both with a chairshot. The bell rang as the referee called it.
McNally: WHAT THE HELL?
Edison: What a waste of talent…
Philip: And here is your winner by DQ, Red’s only fan.
The ref tried to go and raise Red’s KO’d hand, but Rena pushed the ref away, booting Red and Rawt together. She raised her hand, now proceeding to get boos from the crowd. She did not care, as she victoriously walks out of the ring, winner or not.
Edison: We will take a short break, and we’ll be back. On ACW Meltdown, live.
McNally: Damn that Rena. I’d tap that in a minute.
Edison: Yeah, but I think Alicia is hotter.
McNally: Oh yeah. I definitely like the English Chicks.
A man walks up to them and whispers.
Man: Guys, We’re still on the air.
Both men froze, and mumbled ‘shit’ under their breaths. Grabbing at their shirts, they laughed nervously.
Edison: Hahaha! We, umm, knew that all along!
McNally: We were just joking!
--Somewhere backstage—
Alicia: ………well THAT’s lovely, what a considerate announce team we’ve got.
Latino: I still think you’re hot.
AK is clearly still rather miffed.
Alicia: You have to. We’re married.
Latino: But, mami. I-
Alicia: Not now, I have to go and finish getting ready for my match.
She stomps off in a huff. Latino sighs, but calls out after her.
Latino: Can you pick me up a burrito when you’re gone?
Alicia’s reply is not clear due to the increasing distance between them, but the words “chilli”, “reek” and “sleeping on the couch” are discernable.
Latino: Si, Mami…
((Fade out.))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:34:55 GMT -5
Segment: A trail of pain (Credit: Torak)
We cut to the back to a scene of mild-chaos, if that isn’t a contradiction in terms. EMTs rush frantically towards an ambulance waiting impatiently, its engine running and driver raring to leave. Justin Jehst is laid out on a stretcher, unconscious and red faced. Not from embarrassment, falling at the hands of Torak holds no shame. No, this certain shade of red is synonymous with pain and torture, and it isn’t even his own blood. You don’t have to be an MD to reach the prognosis that Justin will be out of action for a while. If not through physical anguish then at least mental torment will hinder his return to the ring. The EMTs lift the stretcher onto the back, aided by helpful road agents, then clamber on themselves to join Justin for his imminent journey. One EMT, a burly black fellow seems to want to get going as soon as possible. He utters to no-one in particular;
“His neck doesn’t look too good. Let’s go!”
The doors close and Justin is swallowed up by the ambulance. The sirens come to life as the engine roars and the ambulance pulls away. We see it rushing through the parking lot and through the entrance, the security barrier already raised in anticipation. The shot lingers for a few seconds after the ambulance disappears.
From a distance, the sound of an engine roaring can be heard. Tires screech and out from the left side of the parking lot a car emerges. To motor enthusiasts the car is easily identified, even from the distance, as a 1971 Chevrolet Nova SS. The rear is rusted but hints of dark blue can be made out. The car follows the path of the ambulance and manages to squeeze it’s way out of the parking lot before the barrier can fall.
Who could be in such a rush?
Fade out.
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