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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:00:32 GMT -5
Match 3: Latino vs. Red's Only Fan (Credit: Latino)
The shot returns to the arena, where Philip is waiting to get the next match underway.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Columbus, Ohio…he is one half of the tag team Code Red and part of the Untouchables….Red’s Only Fan!
Reptile’s theme starts to play as the fans get up with a large array of boos. Many fans hold up signs that say “Latino > Red” and “Code Red fears Mountain Dew” Red now walks through the curtains with both arms spread out wide. He continues to walking down the entranceway with a cocky strut. He then jumps onto the steel steps and then jumps once over the top ropes. He does a barrel row towards the middle of the ring and fans respond with another round of boos. He pays no attention now as his opponent is announced.
Phillip: And his opponent from New York City, New York….one half of Affirmative Action….Victor “Latino” Laureano!
”OooOoOoOoOoOO Latino!” echoes throughout the speakers and the fans are still on there feet, but this time they are jumping up and down. Many still hold up signs from earlier while others hold up new signs that say “Latino > ALL” and “Latino for President” He now shows himself as he walks through the curtains. The look of stress and agitation is still in his eyes and movement as he is not is usual cheery self. Many fans lean over the railing as he walks by them. Latino slaps a few hands but continues down to the ring. He then slides under the ropes and stands back up within seconds as the Referee calls for the bell.
* The Bell Rings *
Latino and Red start to circle one another as the bell rings to start the match. Latino tries to grab a hold of Red but he jumps back avoiding Latino from taking an early lead. He then quickly charges at Latino with a dropkick to his knee. Latino falls down on one knee and Red takes this as a chance for a leaping lariat. He nearly knocks off Latino’s head off as he whiplashes into the mat. Red then goes for a quick and early cover but Latino kicks out at the sound of one. The fans jump up for the moment and then start clapping for him as Red rolls over. He slowly starts to get back up as he plans his next move. Latino rolls over repeatedly until he falls off the apron and hits the outside mats hard. He starts to get up and then falls against the audience barrier. Hands swarm like locust as they reach ground patting Latino on the back and rubbing his head…for good luck? Suddenly they all scatter like roaches when the kitchen light is turned on as Red springboards off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press. Latino tries to get out of the way but it’s too late as Red hits Latino hard and both men are lying like a train has just come through. The Referee is now counting slowly as both men are close to being dead as could be.
ONE!
Neither Latino or Red are moving. Only the fans are jumping up down and some yell out for Latino to get back up.
TWO!
Red starts to show signs of life but he still doesn’t move. The audience is now starting to chant for Latino.
THREE!
Red now reaches up to the audience barrier as he works to pull himself up. Latino is still barely moving despite the “Latino” chants growing by the second.
FOUR!
Red is now up and on his feet. He is breathing a little heavily but gives a few remarks to Latino. Red then looks around as now the entire arena is shaking with the fans as they are chanting “LATINO! LATINO! LATINO!”
FIVE!
Red now hears the Referee and notices his time is running out. Not wanting to gain a cheap victory he grabs Latino by the hair and throws him into the apron. He then pushes him back inside the ring and quickly follows him inside. Latino is now starting to move as his arms reach up for anything to grab. Red stands him up as is about to punch but Latino pushes him away. He stumbles around as if he has had too much to drink and Red looks at him a bit puzzled. Red shrugs it off and then throws one punch…and then another and another as he goes for a combo. He throws one more punch but Latino ducks, garnering a pop from the crowd and starts giving out a series of his own punches. He finishes off his shuffle and jabs with a lariat, without knocking Red down. Latino then grabs him by his head and lifts him for a suplex. He slams him down once and then does a little twists of the hips and performs another suplex. He stands himself and Red up again and performs the final suplex as he finishes off the Three Shots.
Latino then rolls over and secondly drapes his arm over Red’s chest. The Referee counts but Red kicks out at sound of One. Latino jumps up on his knees and he looks at the Referee with a stare. He then slowly gets up and Red is not far behind him. Red attacks with a clothesline but Latino ducks and as Red passes him he grabs him from the back of his head. He spins Red around and then quickly pulls out the Switchblade Cut. Both men slam into the mat and Latino rolls Red’s Only Fan onto his back. He hooks the leg and the Referee slides onto the mat to make the count.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….Latino!
The beats of War start to play once again as Latino is helped up by the Referee. His arm is raised up and the fans are on their feet cheering more and more. He then nearly collapses onto the ropes and the Referee quickly runs to his side. Latino pushes him away and then drops on the mat, allowing him to roll under the ropes. The cameras follow Latino as it’s evident all the stress is getting to him now.
* Fade to Black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:01:14 GMT -5
Segment: Down at the station (a.k.a: In DEEP shit.) (Credit: Tornado)
Time to find out a little more about Tornado’s day so far with another flashback. As the scene opens, Tornado is dragged roughly into an interview room by the officer who arrested him and is sat down with a bump.
Officer 1: Do you realise that drink driving is a very serious offence, especially when you’re as much over the limit as you were? You could get 10 years for this!
Tornado: Do you realise who I am? I am a former ACW Junior Champion who held the title for no less than FIFTY days…I am…THE NEXT BIG THING!
Officer 2: I couldn’t give a flying fuck who you are! All we need to know is if you want legal representation or not?
Tornado: Sure I do, anyone got the number for O.J’s lawyer? No…okay. That reminds me…I get one phone call! I demand my rights.
Officer 1: Interview suspended at 5.31pm.
Tornado is dragged to his feet, hauled out of the room and taken to the telephone. Tornado takes his time punching in the number of the ACW Arena.
Tornado: …Yeah, get me Gingerdude…I’m Tornado you fuckwit, now hurry up and get him for me!...No I won’t call you back, just DO IT!
Tornado waits for Gingerdude to be fetched.
Tornado: Yes it’s important…Yes I’m drunk…No, I’m not wasting your time. I’m at the fucking Police Station with some Nazi Ranger who smashed my head of my car door. Sort it out.
Tornado listens for a seconds, grins and hands the phone to the arresting officer.
Tornado: He wants to speak to you.
Officer 2: Hello?…Please calm down sir…Yes I know who you are…Yes I understand the power you have…Yes I like my job…No problem sir, I’ll sort it right away.
He puts the receiver down and sighs loudly before turning to Tornado.
Officer 2: You’re free to go.
His shoulders slump down; apparently Ginger managed to drain all his fighting spirit. Tornado simply puts on a cock grin.
Tornado: About damn time. You people need to learn about Customer Relations!
Tornado is taken to the main desk and asked to sign out. He does so promptly and the 2 officers go back to their paperwork and Tornado talks to the receptionist.
Tornado: Yo bitch, call me a taxi.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:02:15 GMT -5
Segment: Confessions From Obscurity (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades...well, it doesn't so much fade, really. It just stays black. The fans look at the Alphatron questioningly, wondering if maybe there are technical problems. They then hear some loud noises coming from within the darkness, and they decide to pay attention. There are some more loud slams and grunts, and then some clicking. Suddenly, there is one loud click and a bright light erupts from the screen, nearly blinding those who are watching. Once their vision is restored, they see a large (I shit you not) phone booth, standing in a complete sense of loneliness with absolutely nothing around it. Inside this phone booth stands Hunter, his World Title on his left shoulder and a small chain hanging on his right. This chain leads up to a light-bulb, the only source of light in the whole scene. Hunter tries to move around in the booth, but he finds it rather difficult. He somehow sees the camera and begins to speak.
Hunter: Umm...I...okay people, long story short, I was trying to make a phone call. I got stuck. Screw you. Now help me out.
Cameraman: Uh...I can't.
Hunter: Why the hell not?
Cameraman: This is your promo time. And I'm contractually obligated to not interfere with your surroundings during your promo time. Hell, I shouldn't even be talking to you right now.
Hunter stares menacingly at the cameraman.
Hunter: I hope you get fired.
He shakes his head and looks around. He tries to push his way out of his glass case of emotion, but such a task is seemingly impossible.
Hunter: Okay, fuck it, I'll do my promo.
He relaxes and clears his throat, then looks into the camera.
Hunter: Next Warfare, my friend Santiago Rivera and I have a very important match-up. We will have the pleasure of facing Jonny Spade and Jake Cheng for the ACW Tag Team Titles, a pair of titles that means a whole lot to me. If we win them, we will both become double champions and I will be the first person to hold those titles with three different partners. Some have questioned us and have said that it will be impossible for us to win. I digress. For you see, victory is almost inevitable. Why? Pfft, because we're facing the Untouchables!
He laughs, seemingly getting used to glass prison.
Hunter: Now then, following this successful title win, I get the pleasure of facing one Atomic Kitsune at Bloody Valentine! For this title that you see on my shoulder, I might add. This is yet another situation in which people have told me that my odds are very slim. But I'll show you all who the true master is. I will defeat her and I will leave Bloody Valentine as the ACW World Champion!
The fans would boo...but there really isn't any point since he cannot hear them.
Hunter: ...well, this promo may be horribly horribly cliche, but at least I can get something. Uh...how much time do I have left?
Cameraman: About another minute or so left.
Hunter: ...fuck. Fine...umm...ah, tonight I get to face a man who I have somehow been able to start respecting over the past few months. He is our Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda! I think that Kudo is a very powerful man and a skilled athlete...but he's not the World Champion! My match with him will be highly competitive, and the winner will surely gain much momentum going into whatever they have planned for the next few weeks. So, tonight I plan on getting that momentum. Tonight, I plan on winning my match. TONIGHT...
He raises his hand up high as he usually does...and slams it into the light-bulb, causing a complete blackout yet again.
Hunter: ...OH GOD DAMN IT!
Suddenly, the phone rings.
Hunter: ...umm...hello?
Pause.
Hunter: Damn it, I don't know, trace the number!
Pause.
Hunter: Santiago, just find a goddamn flashlight and trace the number! ...well because that stupid cameraman isn't helping!
A minor light appears above the camera and the light shines onto Hunter, who can be seen talking on the phone...and then the camera turns around and begins to walk up a flight of stairs.
Hunter: HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!? GET ME OUT OF---
The cameraman reaches the top of the stairs, opens the door, walks out, and slams it behind him. He turns off the flashlight above the camera and smiles, though the fans don't realize this. He's had his fun for the night...
...but Hunter's fun is just getting started.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:03:58 GMT -5
Match 4: Macho Man RDK and Alicia Kitsune vs. The Capitalists w/ Senator
As the show approaches its halfway point, it’s time for a little two on two action. Philip has all the details.
Philip: The next match is a tag team match, set for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Senator Steve Philips, the team of Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, the Capitalists!
”Born in the USA” hits, and the Capitalists get roundly booed as they enter the arena. All of this is like water off of a large, knobbly duck’s back, and the Senator gives the pair a few extra words of advice before they enter the ring.
There’s a momentary lull, and then “Macho Man” hits, sending the crowd barmy with cheers; RDK’s charisma seems to enter the arena a good few seconds ahead of the man himself, and he and AK come out together into the maelstrom of approval.
Philip: And their opponents, from London England and Yellowknife, Canada… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune, and the Macho Man R-D-K!
The former tag champs come down to the ring quickly, mainly due to the fact that a crush invariably occurs at the barriers if RDK stands in one place for too long. They enter the ring and hail the fans, which has their opponents rolling their eyes theatrically; the referee calls for order, and it’s quickly agreed that AK will lead off. Fitsharris is ready to do the same for his side, and the audience settles as the others head to their corners, ready for the match to start.
Bell Rings.
Off the top of her head, AK can’t remember the last time she faced either of the Capitalists in a match, but this is not exactly a critical point; with the powerful figure of Fitsharris bearing down on her, she has to keep her mind on the here and now. Though he’s the lighter man on his team, Fitsharris still has quite a significant advantage over his opponent, and he’s set on making the most of this; however, there’s a slight problem with regard to the fact that AK isn’t keen on standing around and letting him get a clean shot at her. The first 30 seconds or so of the match consist of Fitsharris closing to striking distance, throwing a punch and subsequently discovering that AK is already back on the other side of the ring; this is designed to get Fitsharris wound up, and the crowd’s amusement at the situation doesn’t help him to keep his cool. Eventually Fitsharris cracks and shouts at AK to stop being a coward; AK furrows her brow, shrugs, and promptly uses the ropes to accelerate into a jumping kick that connects with her foe’s ribs and makes him stumble back. The crowd cheers as AK kicks seven bells out of Fitsharris; to his credit, though, Fitsharris doesn’t panic, and manages to halt AK’s attack with a forearm and then some rather unchivalrous headlock punches. With AK softened up, he hits a snap suplex and pins, getting close to a 2 count; on the outside, the Senator shows his approval and eyes RDK, making the Macho Man simmer with anger.
Fitsharris stands up, and continues his attack with a ring-shaking powerslam. AK’s dealt with worse, however, and nips back up on to her feet, surprising Fitzharris and allowing her to move in close and deliver a few swift knees to the abdomen. Fitsharris tries to grasp his foe, but AK jumps back, takes hold of his outstretched arm and whips him hard into her own corner; RDK gives Fitsharris a quick whack across the back of the head, earning him a slight reprimand from the referee, and this lets AK get to the corner herself. She hops up on to the second rope, and jumps up again from there for a guillotine kick; Fitsharris revies and plucks AK out of the air, but RDK makes a blind tag as Fitsharris charges diagonally across the ring and slams AK back-first into the post of his own corner. He tags Kalb, who enters the ring to assist with a double team move, but RDK is coming after them and Kalb is greeted by a huge clothesline from the Macho man. It’s chaos for a few seconds as the ref tries to sort it all out; AK rolls to the outside to escape as RDK takes on both Kalb and Fitsharris together, but Senator shows his shrewdness by attacking her, drawing the referee’s attention so that Kalb and Fitsharris have an extended opportunity to work over RDK. As the Macho man struggles to deal with the double team’s armlock punches, the crowd’s attention is also drawn to some shouting in the back, and then there’s a pop as one half of AK’s “protection team” shows up to earn his paycheck.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:04:40 GMT -5
Reg comes stomping down the ramp, and is not in the least bit shy about wading into the middle of things; he approaches the Senator from behind before grabbing his arm and turning him around forcefully.
Reg: Oi! What’s your game then, sunshine?
Subtle isn’t a word that is regularly used in connection with the younger of the East End brothers, and now is no exception as an all-out brawl threatens to kick off. Fortunately, Kalb inadvertently helps out by mistakenly clotheslining Fitsharris to the outside into the middle of the ruckus, and the referee calls a halt, forcing the sides to separate. The focus quite rightly returns to the ring, where Kalb has just delivered his hanging vertical suplex, and is pinning; he gets a 2, and RDK kicks out with determination. He gets up, and starts to stamp the canvas; the crowd recognizes Machoing Up when they see it, and cheer as RDK chops at Kalb’s ample chest. Kalb is pushed back toward the ropes, and RDK pulls off a nice side slam to get his foe on the mat. He runs to the ropes, hops over and goes for the springboard machosault – but the Senator again proves his talent for disruption, pulling down the rope so that RDK’s timing is all off, and he crashes back into the ring. The ref spots this, and admonishes the Senator; Fitsharris slides into the ring to capitalize (appropriately enough) on the distraction, but AK runs in to block him, and the pair trade a couple of kicks as RDK and Kalb both get up. The Senator instantly becomes a beacon of propriety and alerts the referee to what’s going on, simultaneously signaling to Fitsharris to get out of there, but RDK has had enough of the interruptions, and whips Kalb straight across the ring toward the ref. The referee gets out of the way, so that Kalb ends up knocking the Senator off of the apron; as Kalb tries to establish if his mentor is ok, RDK and AK take Fitsharris out of the equation with the Capitalists’ own Atomic Crush, AK driving Fitsharris against RDK’s rather solid knee (and getting a thumbs up from Reg in the process, who’s watching from the sidelines with a grin like an eight year old at a funfair). Fitsharris rolls out of the ring in pain, and AK scoots out of the way as RDK moves in on Kalb and nails the Macho Slam before he can defend himself. It’s too much for Kalb to take, and RDK is able to pin easily for the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners, Alicia Kitsune and the Macho Man, RDK!
It’s the result that most people expected, but that doesn’t stop RDK rubbing it in and playing to the crowd as the Senator gets back up to see Kalb floored. He tells the defeated Capitalist to get out of the ring, clearly highly miffed at the outcome, and RDK folds his arms with satisfaction. For a second it looks as if things might just kick off again, but AK enters the ring and breaks RDK’s stare, congratulating him on the pin; aware there’s no further gains to be made, the Senator heads off up the ramp, followed by a less than enthusiastic looking Fitsharris and Kalb who are anticipating a lengthy debrief. AK and RDK take a few moments more to acknowledge the fans before heading in their footsteps, as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:05:17 GMT -5
Segment: Dirty Secretary (Credit: Jake Cheng)
He could have just walked, but no, he sprinted. Then he reached Ginger’s office. He busts through the first door and looks around. Chairman Gingerdude’s secretary’s office is empty, not what Jake was expecting. Oh well. He knocked on the door to Ginger’s actual office. He heard a short shriek and then a male voice, which can be easily be figured out to be Ginger’s, is then heard screaming.
Gingerdude; GET UNDER THE FUCKING DESK, BITCH!
Scrambling. Things knocking against wood frantically. Quiet.
Ginger: Who is it?
Jake: It’s Jake Cheng, sir.
Ginger: Come on in.
Jake walks into the office, heavily confused by the chaos that was present in the room thirty seconds ago. Gingerdude sits at his desk, but he looks different then he usually does. He isn’t as calm and collected as he usually looks. His face is red, and he is sweating profusely. And his hair, usually neat, is all messed up.
Jake: Are you ok sir? You don’t look to well.
Ginger takes out a handkerchief to wipe his face.
Ginger: Yes, everything is fine, but what did you come here to talk about?
Jake: I came to talk about me title match today. It seems there is a little problem. BK...sir, what are you doing?
Gingerdude looks like he wants to scream. His head is tilted back and his mouth is wide open. He is also sweating more than before. And panting...
Jake: Ginger, maybe I should talk with you a bit later...
Jake starts to get up, but Ginger makes a motion for him to sit back down.
Jake: Anyway...BK London’s weight is the reason I came to talk to you. He weighs 232 pounds, when the limit for a lightweight is 230.
Ginger: Hmm, that would be a problem, but BK lost weight from Monday to today, so he is just under the maximum limit.
Jake: Damn, looks like Stan and I need to find a new battle plan.
Ginger: Stan? Stan’s not here...
Jake: Yes he is, he...what is that noise?
Jake and Ginger both look around the room, even though they both know darn well what the noise is. Ginger is nervous. He is frantically looking while his face turns another shade of red.
Jake: It’s...it’s...it’s like a slurping noise.
Ginger: I don’t here a slurping noise.
The noise gets louder, and Ginger keeps moving around.
Jake: Well, I have a match to get ready for. Bye.
Jake bounds for the door, getting out of there as quickly as possible Ginger sighs and looks toward the ground.
Ginger: You dirty whore, you almost got us caught.
A female giggle is heard and Ginger then smiles.
Cut to black, once again at risk of making my segment like Rena’s. And by that I am just talking about the sexual aspects and don’t mean anything negative by it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:07:09 GMT -5
Segment: Poetic Peril (Credit: Torak)
Assumption is a feature that all human minds come equipped with as standard. The only deviant from person to person is the imagination. What one mind may alleviate, another may exacerbate. The recent edition of Warfare had its fair share of assumptions. One notable assumption was made by Latino as he was led to assume that the initiation of Torak’s music indicated the imminent arrival of said superstar. It was during a segment by Torak himself that the on-looking audience were obligated to reach their own assumptions of what occurred during the darkness. Those with tamer imaginations may have assumed (and hoped) the breaking sound was produced by an inanimate object. On the other end of the scale, the wilder imaginations may have assumed something much worse, something you can use your own imaginations to conjure up.
With the very beginning of this segment witnesses already assume the worst for anyone involved. Justin Jehst is the first candidate, his beaten and tired face appears on screen sporting fresh cuts and bruises. The once white neck brace also wears reminders of his recent ordeal with blotches of dark red stains in no particular pattern.
Justin glares into the camera, a certain sadness transmits from his eyes and begs sympathy from on-lookers. His hopes of being rescued by Latino on Monday were dashed. Torak has obviously hidden him away well. Justin draws breath…even the simple task of speaking made difficult by the damage dealt to him in recent weeks.
“Hello, ACW fans. Your favorite Canadian hostage here. I can assure you I am not experiencing Stockholm syndrome.”
Justin manages to force a slight smile but you know (through assumption) that Torak is not amused by Justin’s attempt at humour. Well, his name is Justin Jehst after all. Justin continues regardless, possibly already accustomed to the fact that there is no saving him from anything Torak wishes to express.
“Once again I have been instructed by Torak to address Latino on his behalf. It is Torak’s intention to clarify for you all and especially Latino why exactly he returned to the ACW. He wishes to express it in the form of a poem…”
Justin reaches down to his lap and a faint sound of something opening is heard. He lifts something up and reveals them to be a pair of glasses which he carefully places on his face, wary of the bruises around his eyes when he puts them on. He reaches down again and next lifts a piece of paper up in-front of him and holds it at reading distance. He clears his throat before beginning.
“Restitution, A poem by John Heide…er, I mean Torak.”
A thud can be heard from off screen, presumably Torak slamming a clenched fist onto a desk. It represents the assumption that Torak does not appreciate Justin’s continuing jocularity. Justin swallows hard, realizing that if he maintains this care-free attitude he could soon land himself in further lumber and earn some fresh bruises. He continues with a sincere tone.
“The spark of hurt, the cause of shame, The moment the player lost the game, The taste of blood, the taste of chain, The moment the beast was led to slain, No lack of rage, no one to blame, The moment the spark ignites the flame.
The train set off, the ball to roll, He paid the price with his own soul, Forgot his aim and lost his goal, He paid the price and switched the role, Sank in too deep to fill the hole, He paid the price which took its toll.
A loss of reputational fray, He lost his life to disarray, An obsession that let priorities stray He lost his love who walked away, Return to haunt, to stalk his prey He lost his mind in attempt to allay.
Die, Latino! Die, Latino! Die, Latino! Die!”
Justin’s eyes widen as he reads the final stanza. He lowers the paper but does not raise his head as the final words sink in. Off screen a disconcerting, thundering laugh echoes around the room, obviously emanating from Torak. Clearly Torak’s sense of humour diverges from that of Justin…and of everyone else for that matter. Justin turns his head in the direction of the source of the poignant laughter which continues booming around the room. A hand reaches into shot and snatches the poem from the grasp of Justin. The iniquitous chortling continues but fades away. The sound of a door opening is heard and the laughing is completely drowned out as it slams shut. The clunking of a key locking the sturdy sounding door are the final sounds before the shots fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:09:01 GMT -5
Segment: Sobering Up…The Hard Way (Credit: Tornado, Red)
The Alphatron comes to life, and shows a picture of the outside of the building. A taxi pulls up outside the ACW Arena and Tornado stumbles out, still blind drunk (and thus making the crowd realize that this is a further “flashback” segment). He throws a fan waving an autograph book in his face out of his way and into a crowd of people then makes his way to the backstage entrance. He bangs loudly on the door and a backstage worker rushes to the door to let him in.
Tornado ignores what the guy tries to say and pushes him out of the way to stumble off down the maze of corridors that is the backstage area of the ACW Arena. After wandering, apparently blindly, Tornado finally finds himself outside Chairman Gingerdude’s Office, he just walks straight in to find Gingerdude talking to Mr. Red.
Tornado: Hey man.
He turns to face the ACW Chairman.
Oi, Gingerdude, I’ve got a bone to pick with you! What the fuck do you think you’re doing putting me in a match with that monster? Do you want me fucking dead or something?
Ginger, who is never at his most serene in the hour or so directly before a show, isn’t about to take any of Tornado’s lip.
Ginger: Shut it you ungrateful little shit. I just saved your ass from a long stretch inside so show me some goddamn respect! You will wrestle that match tonight whether you like it or not. It is my job to give the fans what they want and I’ve done just that.
Tornado: Fuck the fans! I’ll show you what I want…
Tornado takes a wild swing for Gingerdude which misses by a mile and instead connects with a vase on one of Ginger’s numerous shelves. Red leaps out of his seat to grab Tornado’s arms and pin them behind his back before he can do any more damage.
Red: Don’t worry, I’ll get this sorted.
Ginger: You better; he’s way out of line.
Red drags Tornado out of the door and along the corridors to The Untouchables locker room where he bursts through the door and lets go of Tornado who crumples into a heap and burst out laughing. Jake mouths the words “What the fuck?” and Jonny simply stares in a stunned silence.
Red: Guys you gotta help me out here. I’ve never seen him in this state and he’s got a match against Torak tonight, he needs to be at his best for that.
Jake: Well that plan’s gone down the shitpan. I say we just make him spew it all up and drink loads of water, he’ll feel better after that. Trust me, I know from experience.
Jonny laughs, clearly remembering the times Jake is referring to but stops when he receives an icy glare from his tag team partner. He then goes over to help Red drag Tornado to the toilet.
In the background you can just hear Tornado spewing his guts up and you can see all the members of The Untouchables gagging and forcing themselves not to join him.
More retching and spewing can be heard as we fade out, and Jonny runs out of the door.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:09:54 GMT -5
Match 5: Torak vs. Tornado (Credit: Torak)
The night rolls on like an unstoppable train hurtling at nonpareil velocity. Any attempts to stop the show are usually smashed to smithereens in an instant. There is one member of the roster who has had similar effect in recent weeks…
Grinding, churning, mechanical blurts jolt from the speakers as “Nobody’s Real” begins to play, introducing a motive to the fans to boo the impending arrival. Torak inevitably makes his way out onto stage where he pauses momentarily. He eventually continues to the ring inexorably, his eyes fixed on his destination, nothing can detract his focus. He reaches the ring and reaches up to the top rope. He hauls his large body up with seeming ease, stepping up onto the apron before entering the ring through the ropes. He stops in the center of the ring and tilts his head slightly to the left before turning his body 180 degrees, setting his sights on the entranceway, daring his opponent to make his way to the ring.
Wu-Tang’s “Bring da Ruckus” hits the speakers as the lights dim. A pyrotechnic explosion lights up the stage for a second before the arena lights return. Out from the back steps a cautious and slightly anxious Tornado; he looks a little drained after his “preparations” for the match, but at least he’s in some sort of state to be able to defend himself. Accompanying him, with a slightly more relieved look on his face is Red. He gives Tornado an encouraging pat on the back and offers some persuasive words. Tornado continues to the ring…but stops after a few steps to turn around. Red had stopped a few paces back. He looks at Tornado and urges him on…from a distance. Tornado turns to the ring and swallows hard as he looks up at Torak, growing impatient at this time-wasting. Eventually Tornado makes it to the ring and slowly climbs up and orders the referee to hold Torak back while he enters. Tornado steps into the ring and looks up at Torak.
The bell rings and Tornado feels like someone standing in the middle of a busy highway. The unavoidable collision occurs as Torak advances aggressively, clearly eager to end this contest as he was to begin it. He delivers a stiff back-elbow, catching Tornado right in the temple which sends him teetering backwards into the ropes. Torak swoops in with another, and another. While Tornado is being bombarded with blows, Red makes his way slyly to the ring. Torak tugs Tornado away from the ropes and sends him across the ring with such force the immediate fear is that he might break right through the ropes. He doesn’t, but he does bounce off them with equal force and rushes into a powerslam by Torak. Torak attempts an early cover but Tornado just manages to kick out. Torak pulls Tornado to his feet but soon returns him to the mat with a simple Biel throw. Tornado pushes himself to his feet, slightly dazed by the early offence. Torak continues relentlessly and approaches Tornado before wrapping both of his large hands around his neck. He’s going to choke him to death! Tornado tries to pry Torak’s hands from around his throat, but to no avail. Fortunately, which is a word not used often during a Torak match, Torak lifts Tornado up before hurling him across the ring, sending him landing awkwardly onto his side.
Red reaches into the ring to check on his partner but soon retreats under the intimidating stare of Torak. Torak pulls Tornado to his feet and lifts him up with one arm before slamming him down to the mat. Torak looks down at his opponent/victim and signals for the end of this bout. He attempts to advance toward Tornado, but he is stuck. Upon looking down he notices Red clinging onto his leg. Red releases his grip as Torak glares down at him with evil intentions. Red backs off. His body language is akin to that of a schoolchild who has just been caught by the teacher he had just placed an offensive sign onto the back of.
Luckily for Red, Tornado is on his feet. He jumps at Torak and hits some forearms to the back of the behemoth. Torak turns around and receives some stern chops to the chest which cause him to flinch slightly. Tornado attempts to whip him across the ring but Torak reverses. On the rebound Tornado manages to duck a clothesline and continue running. On the second rebound manages to bring the big man down with a Tornado DDT, using the momentum to hit such a move. Tornado looks for ideas and sets off for the rope. He leaps up onto the middle rope before springing off with a springboard moonsault, landing squarely across the chest of Torak. He lands in a cover but Torak kicks out on two. Torak gets to his feet and Tornado continues his offence with some right hands. He backs off and hits a jumping axe kick to the side of the head, nudging the mask slightly. Torak re-adjusts it as Tornado rushes to the ropes and on the return hits a dropkick to the knee, sending the big man down to one knee. He backs off and turns his body slightly before jumping back to hit the Eye of the Storm, striking Torak right on the top of his head and sending him down onto his back.
Tornado stumbles to the corner and slowly heaves himself up. It seems he’s looking for the Whirlwind. However, before he can gain his balance Torak sits up and pushes himself to his feet. He approaches Tornado calmly before striking a swooping forearm to the back. Even at the elevation Torak is almost at the same level. With Tornado now straddling the top rope Torak begins to pull himself up. Torak keeps Tornado subdued with a few more forearms as he heaves his hefty self up to the top rope behind Tornado. With their backs to the canvas Red looks on in despair as Torak reaches around with his right arm and grabs Tornado’s left arm, pulling it across his own chest. Torak then reaches his left arm and does the same with Tornado’s right arm. Tornado’s arms are now crossed in-front of his chest with his wrists resting down on his own shoulders. Torak tugs back with incredible force, lifting Tornado impressively up and over his head before releasing him at the right moment for Tornado to land face first on the mat. Recognizable to wrestling connoisseurs as a much more destructive version of a Goku-Raku Suplex. The Trebuchet II is the title adopted for the move by Torak. Torak sits up and glares at the crowd before turning to assess the damage. He rolls Tornado over and makes a cover. 1… 2… And undeniably 3!
Tornado had no chance of kicking out of that. And it looked so promising for him. Red looks-on, disturbed by what he just witnessed. He slides into the ring and tends to his partner as Torak grips the top rope, soaking up the heat from the crowd.
Philip: Here is your winner, via Pinfall… Torak!
Torak turns and sees Red trying to revive his partner. Red, almost as if he can feel the eyes burning through him, looks up sheepishly. He pushes himself to his feet and pleads for mercy from Torak. Torak slowly advances toward Red who initially backs off. He soon realizes though that there is no altering Torak’s intentions. He opens up with a torrent of right hands, hitting Torak repeatedly in the face…but they don’t seem to affect him.
A final attempt to enervate him turns out unsuccessful. Torak manages to catch the right arm of Red and he reels him in. He spins him around and without hesitation hits the MediEvil Driver ’05, planting Red down onto the mat next to his partner. Torak gets to his feet and looks down at the mess in the ring. Two motionless bodies sprawled out on the canvas, a site becoming ever more common in Torak’s presence.
Torak turns to the entranceway and starts to make his way out. He exits the ring and makes sturdy strides to the back. He almost seems to have forgotten everything that had just occurred. He eventually reaches the tip of the stage and pauses, just as he did during his entrance and turns his head slightly, acknowledging and showing contentedness with his actions. He finally leaves allowing officials to enter the ring to attempt to revive both members of Code Red.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:10:54 GMT -5
Segment: Special Delivery (Credit: Jonny) Meanwhile, back in the Untouchables locker room, the rest of the stable are oblivious to the trouble that Red and Tornado are in…
The scene starts up with the Light-HeavyWeight champ, Jake walking down the hallway with a package in his hands. He walks for sometime and then he opens the door to the Untouchables locker room which shows Jonny Spade sitting in there at a table with Damien opposite of him. Jake walks up behind Jonny ever so quietly not letting Jonny know Jake is behind him. Jake looks over at Jonny’s cards and sees the Ace of Spades (ironic no?) in his left hand and the Queen of Spades in his right hand. Jake looks at Damien then and notices only one card in his hand and then studies the situation and came to the conclusion of what the two of them are playing. Jake waves so he can get Damien’s attention and once he does Jake points to Jonny’s left side and then Damien reaches for the card with a smile on his face and pairs it up with the one card he has in his hand. Then, with a happy tone in his voice he says……Damien: HAHAHA you got the old maid! Jonny has a pissed disappointed look on his face as Jake then moves back to the doorway of the locker room and closes the door behind him showing that he had just gotten into the room. Jake then looks at the two of them with a slight smile on his face as he goes to sit down on the sofa. Jake: Hey Jonny, you got a delivery today. Jonny looks over. Jonny: OoOo who’s it from? Jake looks at the package label closely.Jake: …Nintendo? Jonny hops up from his seat and leaps over the back of the sofa, only to have his feet get caught on the back of the sofa which makes him trip and roll of the sofa. Jake and Damien burst out laughing and Jonny stands up quickly and takes the package out of Jake’s hands and sits down on the sofa properly and grabs a pair of scissors near the sofa and rips open the seal and opens the flaps on the cardboard box. Jonny reaches through the styro-foam and pulls out a letter to read it. Jonny glances over it before he reads it…Jonny: Dear Mr. Spade, I have been informed just recently by one of my colleagues that you have been using a Super Nintendo for your gaming needs. Now, I am sorry to hear that you had yours broken and I am sorry to inform you that I wasn’t able to send you a SNES to replace the one that you had in your possession. HOWEVER…I AM please to tell you that I was, being the owner and all, able to get you an early copy of our newest system that will be coming out later on in the year. Now you will be able to witness the gaming system that will revolutionize the gaming years to come. Signed, Tatsumi Kimishima Jake: Who is that? Jonny looks at him in wide eyes.Jonny: You serious? Jake nods.Jonny: He is the President of Nintendo America. Jake: Wow. Really? Jonny nods and then reaches into the box, while doing so he has the curious look on his face and then his facial expressions change to ones of happiness as he can feel the system within the box. He then sticks both his hands into the box and grabs the system and pulls it out shaking all the styro-foam from it. Jonny then holds it in his hands and admires it for awhile while holding it.Jonny: Wow, it’s a thing of beauty isn’t it Jake…. Jake: It’s just a machine Jon. Jonny and Damien look at Jake in shock from that remark. Jonny: What are you…an idiot?... Jake: I was just saying… Damien: YOU SAID ENOUGH ALREADY! Jonny: He’s right Jake off you go. Jake: Well I guess I could take a nap...or something Jonny: Yea you do that. Jake gets up in disappointment from the sofa and Damien is quickly hopes over the sofa to get his spot and the camera focuses on Jonny and Damien as the door to the locker room door closes out of shot from the camera.Damien: So what you waiting for plug in the GameCube. Jonny reaches into the box once more and gets the cables out of the box and makes the necessary connections to the tv.Jonny: What’s the game they sent with it? Damien reaches into the box and searches for sometime until he pulls out a game. He smiles at the game and then tosses it to Jonny so he can open it.Jonny: SWEET! Super Mario Sunshine! Damien looks in the box once more and only sees 1 controller. Damien: Damn only one controller. Jonny: Well I’m playing first since its my system. Damien: OH I just realized something. Jonny: Yes?... Damien: Well Ginger has hired those new people that are against electronics and such and such. Jonny: Yea you’re right…. Jonny and Damien look at each other for a little bit and say nothing.Jonny: Well they can fuck off before I can give a shit what they think. Jonny makes the last connections before he hopes back to the sofa and watches the intro to the Revolution.Jonny & Damien: Wwooowww. Super Smash Brothers start up and Jonny chooses his character and gets things under way. The camera starts to fade out and slowly pans behind the sofa and Jake is seen with his eyes just above the sofa back and he is there watching Jonny playing on the GameCube Revolution.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:12:06 GMT -5
Segment: Formidilosus (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades into the always entertaining backstage area of the ACW arena, where our beloved protagonist cockily treads down the hallway at an easy pace, heading toward his impending match. Hunter has the power surge known as the World Championship securely placed on his shoulder as he occasionally takes sideways glances to make sure it is safe. Once pleased, he continues on his way down the path...until he glances at his title once more. He turns the corner of the hall, all the while staring at his precious title, and nearly jumps back once he sees that he is mere inches away from crashing into a couple of women. He stops suddenly and looks at them, smiles, and moves out of their way and beckons behind him. The women stand still, simply looking at him. Hunter starts to wonder if he has some newfound fans and/or stalkers on his tail...but then this paranoia disappears once he realizes who it is he is looking at: these are the same two women he noticed in the crowd on Monday. He attempts to say nothing and hopes they will do so as well, but alas, not all goes right in the world.
?: Hello. You are Andrew Hunter, correct?
Hunter looks at the older and taller woman who addressed him and nods.
Mrs. Smith: Good day, sir. My name is Mrs. Smith.
Hunter glances at her in a minorly confused manner, and then almost flinches once she reaches her hand out to him. He takes it cautiously and shakes it.
Mrs. Smith: This is my daughter, Ms. Smith.
Hunter decides not to raise his trademark eyebrow at the generic names. He is prepared to shake hands with the younger one (who, he might note, is very attractive), however she does not move her hand forward.
Hunter: ...erm...what can I do for you?
Mrs. Smith: We would like to tell you of a product---
Hunter: Okay, right, I see where this is going. You can speak to Ginger about all of this. He's generally the one who buys stuff.
Mrs. Smith: No, this is not my---
Hunter: Oh, you want me to be your spokesman? Well draw up some paperwork and send it to Ginger.
Mrs. Smith slightly chuckles.
Hunter: What's so funny?
Mrs. Smith: Your persistence is amusing.
Hunter: Well you know what else is amusing? The fact that you people have the nerve to---
Mrs. Smith: You do not understand us at all, Mr. Hunter. We have no direct..."business" with your chairman. We have a proposition for you.
Hunter: Yeah, well, not interested.
He turns and walks away, seemingly not minding his rudeness.
Ms. Smith: And if it concerned your World Title?
Hunter stops.
Hunter (silently): ...why do they always have to bring that up?
He takes a deep breath and turns around.
Hunter: Fine, you've got two minutes.
Mrs. Smith: Excellent. As you well know, people must make find a way to make their living and support their family. The way I make my living is through psychology. Lately, my husband and I---
Hunter: Mr. Smith, I would assume?
Mrs. Smith: ...yes. He and I have taken years and years out of our personal lives and have created arguably the single most important substance of all time.
Hunter: And what does this "all important" substance do?
Mrs. Smith looks at him in such a serious manner that it almost startles Hunter.
Mrs. Smith: It leads to perfection. It dulls some of your senses, but the most important one being fear. It causes one to enter a "heightened" sense of reality. So much human potential is robbed due to fear of pain, or humanity, or consequence. Without fear...without fear one can be perfect.
Hunter's interest has peaked and he listens intently. But once she looks at him without another word, he realizes it is his turn to speak.
Hunter: I...I...
He's still rather taken aback by these statements.
Hunter: ...what does this have to do with me?
Mrs. Smith: We've tested it on many of my husband's patients. He is a dentist by trade, and his patients are not very...hmm...brave. We administered the substance to them and they were able to go through the entire appointment without a single doubt or jolt of fear. It works.
Hunter: Then why do you need me?
Mrs. Smith: Because we have a theory that a man can become much stronger under the influence of this substance. But we have never been able to test this theory due to the rather small amount we administer to my husband's patients.
Hunter: So you want to try it out on me?
Mrs. Smith: Precisely. We are certain that it would give you an unparalleled advantage when it comes to winning matches.
Hunter: But that's completely unethical. And illegal, I might add.
Mrs. Smith: It is not illegal for no one knows it exists. Unethical, perhaps. But what it really comes down to is...how secure do you think your title is?
Hunter looks at it once more and the same question flies through his head. He says nothing for what seems like a lifetime. Mrs. Smith reaches into her pocket and gives him a card.
Hunter: "Formidilosus?"
Mrs. Smith: It is the name of the substance. My phone number is on the back. Please call on Monday.
Hunter: ...hang on, I haven't agreed to it yet!
Mrs. Smith: Yes, yes you have...
She walks past him and begins to walk in the opposite direction.
Mrs. Smith: ...you just do not know it yet.
Hunter looks at the card and looks up at Ms. Smith, who looks at him rather innocently and bites her lower lip. She sees her mother a good distance away and quickly walks away, almost mentally saying goodbye to Hunter. Hunter watches the two women leave, and once they are completely gone from view he looks back at the card. "Formidilosus." If he knew Latin, he might have second thoughts. But alas, he does not. He puts the card away and looks at his title once more. Are the risks worth taking? He thinks he doesn't know the answer. But he'll know it rather soon. Part of him feels as if he doesn't need the substance anyway. After all, he cannot remember it.
Feel...succumb...and then you will know fear.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:13:15 GMT -5
Match 6: Hunter vs. Kudo
Match 6 may not see either of its participants putting their titles on the line, but nonetheless anticipation is stratospheric, as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is a singles non-title match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Kyoto Japan, he is a member of KYSPBA and the R3 Armada, he is your ACW Entertainment Champion… Kudo Yasuda!
”Poison” hits, and Kudo jogs out on to the stage and down to the ring. He enters quickly and then paces around holding up his belt before passing it to the referee; this match will be one of his biggest, but most exciting, challenges so far.
There is a slight pause, and then “Ex Nihilo” plays, drawing several boos from the crowd.
Philip: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York, he is a member of KYSPBA and the Senatorial Stable… he is the reigning ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter!
Hunter does his best to maintain a cool air as he approaches the ring; after all, he knows Kudo well as a wrestler. Even so, he’s taking this match extremely seriously, and he keeps half an eye on his opponent as he takes off his trenchcoat. The referee, satisfied that all is in order, gives the OK for the match to get underway.
Bell Rings.
Although they’ve managed to co-exist as part of the KYSPBA alliance, both Hunter and Kudo are highly keen to underline their reputations with a win in this match. A stand off simply isn’t an option, as Kudo comes right in as the bell rings and starts to lay into Hunter with his famous stiff kicks, doing his best to bring Hunter’s upper body and head into range. For his part, Hunter is smart enough to know that Kudo’s best chance of a win lies in his Midas kneecap, and so he takes an initial defensive stance, letting Kudo waste a bit of energy trying to break through. Once Kudo has exhausted his initial adrenaline rush, Hunter starts to fight back, using some simple forearms to push Kudo back to the centre of the ring and then whipping him across to the ropes. Kudo hits them and rebounds powerfully and more quickly than Hunter anticipated – but he still manages to counter Kudo’s roaring elbow into a twisting suplex, landing his opponent squarely on his back and holding him there for a pin. Kudo kicks out strongly at the 1 count, but Hunter has pulled off a small victory in surprising his foe, and he smirks with renewed confidence as they both get up. He challenges Kudo to come forward and initiates a tie-up, but Kudo knows he’s at a disadvantage in this situation, and kicks Hunter in the gut, allowing him to switch into a headlock. More knee strikes follow until Hunter looks to be in danger of sinking into a crouch; but instead he finds a second wind and starts to stand up again, reaching around Kudo to set up a suplex. Kudo responds by trapping Hunter’s arms with his own and delivering a sequence of headbutts, finishing off with a trapping suplex. Hunter is able to break out of this quickly on landing, but his face shows that he’s in some pain from the sustained assault, and Kudo doesn’t intend to give him any breathing space…
As Hunter staggers back, Kudo runs diagonally to the ropes and uses them to get into the air for a headscissors takedown. A pin follows, for which Kudo gets almost a 2 count; Hunter rapidly turns it over, grabbing a 2 count of his own. The crowd, who is getting drawn into the match, is divided over which man to support – neither is currently flavor of the month, but that doesn’t stop the noise and the tension rising as Hunter blocks a forearm from Kudo and then produces his own Dynamite for a pop. Kudo bounces back up as if his legs have springs, and hits Hunter square in the chest with a dropkick; Hunter stumbles back against the ropes, but recovers himself and uses a high kick to deflect Kudo’s dash forward. Kudo is taken off guard, and Hunter moves into position for a killer spear; as Kudo moves in front of the corner, Hunter rushes forward – and Kudo dodges, causing Hunter to go straight into the post and making the crowd audibly wince. Even before Hunter can fully extract himself, Kudo is in there lashing out with his ironlike knees; Hunter takes several hits before he is able to turn around and kick Kudo back. Getting quite angry, Hunter knows he has to turn the match around, and this time he dives straight into the spear before Kudo sees him coming. The power of the impact is great, and Kudo has the air taken out of his lungs; Hunter gets back on his feet, and immediately executes his Land Mine Dolphin. Kicks to the face are never a fun experience, and Kudo is badly dazed; Hunter moves around to Kudo’s head as fast as he can to go for the APM, but Kudo has seen this move too often to fall prey to it, and turns over on to his front, pushing backward and returning to a standing position as Hunter spins around so as not to be struck from behind. The pair duel with forearms, and Kudo takes a particularly hard blow – or so it appears, as when Hunter tries to grasp his foe, Kudo snaps back to life and triggers off the customary roar from the crowd with the Brainbuster. The pin is immediate, and the fans’ excitement soars, 1…..2.. – Hunter kicks out, as most truthfully expected, but he’s got more to do if he’s going to pull out the win here.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:13:41 GMT -5
Everything seems to have stepped up by several gears as Hunter and Kudo unleash their uncompromising power against one another; Hunter proves that he’s got a seriously dangerous kick of his own with a standing variant on the Floyd Kick, and gets a solid 2 for his efforts, but Kudo comes straight back with a simple flashback elbow, that stuns Hunter long enough for him to get around back and dropkick Hunter on to his hands and knees. This sets up the Camel Clutch, and Kudo fires himself and the crowd by yelling and wrenching back on Hunter’s neck for all he’s worth; Hunter though is not willing to be defeated by such a means, and resolutely inches toward the ropes. With the noise getting greater all the time, Kudo pulls back and attempts the transition to the Dragon Constrictor; Hunter resists, and all their effort cancels out for a good 10 seconds or so, leaving them in a stalemate… but Hunter’s raw power is superior to Kudo’s upper body strength, and he breaks free to grasp the ropes and destroy Kudo’s chances of re-applying the hold. Kudo’s expression is a mix of anger and frustration; Hunter taps his muscles, as if saying “bigger is better” and then lets rip with a ferocious barrage of punches. The referee warns Hunter, but it’s really a moot point; Kudo is reeling, and with the fans on the edge of their seats, Hunter lifts Kudo up for the Shotgun – but Kudo thrashes at the pinnacle of the stall and tips the pair of them over into a mutually damaging landing. Hunter is down only for a moment – but it’s a moment too long, as Kudo’s famed “delayed reaction” kicks in at the critical point. He’s up and commits everything into a thunderous Yakuza Knee as Hunter tries to counter into a second shotgun, but Kudo’s momentum is just too great to stop, and the crowd goes mental as the move connects directly. Kudo pins, eyes wide, every muscle aching but taut, and the referee counts 1……2……3-
Hunter kicks, almost throwing Kudo right off; but the referee can feel canvas under his palm, and he jumps up, signaling for the bell. It rings, and the arena is swamped with cries of surprise and cheering.
Philip: Here is your winner, via Pinfall – Kudo Yasuda!
Kudo isn’t able to get up for a second or two, the effects of the last move catching up to him. But as soon as mobility becomes an option again, he leaps to his feet, thrusting his arms in the air and getting up on the top of the turnbuckle; the fans respond with a huge amount of noise.
Hunter, though, barely registers this; what resounds in his ears is the words of the ACW commentary team, only a few feet away.
Edison: -AAAAAAAAANGEROUS!!
McNally: He got it! This is surely a turning point for Kudo Yasuda, Eddie… both men fought hard, but today the instigator of the R3 Armada truly proved that size isn’t everything!
Edison: That’s right, Max – Hunter played to his strengths there, trying to overpower his opponent, but he was outpaced in the final seconds, and one mistake is all you have to make. What on earth would this atmosphere be like if the title had been on the line in that match? It’s crazy in here as it is!
McNally: I can’t even envision that, Eddie… stay tuned, ACW fans, because tonight anything could happen, after these messages!
As Kudo continues to celebrate, Hunter rolls out of the ring. The referee hands Hunter’s title back to him, and Hunter looks at it all the way back up the ramp. Slowly he reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, and pulls out a small white card; he holds both this and the title as if they were made of yellow diamonds, before disappearing into the back.
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:16:12 GMT -5
Segment: Wardrobe Malfunction (Credit: ??/Daisy)
The scene opens with a perky Daisy, ACW's newest Diva, chatting animatedly to a few backstage hands. Because she's speaking a mile a minute, no one can really understand the words coming from her large mouth. The backstage workers nod slightly every now and then, but mainly maintain a blank look. Daisy, oblivious to their lack of attention, prattles on.
Daisy: And so then I called her like yesterday and she was like "NO WAY!" and I totally agreed, he was the biggest loser ever I mean have you seen his teeth they are so gross and I was just like ew no way and she was like yea too and then--
Backstage Crew: Sorry to interrupt what seems to be a very important conversation, but does anyone else smell smoke?
The others pause, and for once Daisy's curiosity is piqued long enough for her to cease chatting and start sniffing the air.
Daisy: I don't smell anything.
No one is listening to Daisy anymore, for she has unfortunately programmed the people around her to turn up music inside their heads whenever she approaches. The crew start to get worried; a small fire could cancel the entire show for safety purposes. Sniffing the air, one addicted smoker picks up the tell tale fumes of smoke and points down the corridor.
Backstage Crew: It's this way!
Shrugging, Daisy and the cameras follow the increasingly worried crew. After a few moments of walking, Daisy can't help but break the uneasy silence.
Daisy: Hey, this is where my locker room is!
The smoke in the air is increasing by the second, Daisy involuntarily begins to cough. The others, far more used to smoke from working with pyros for so long, don't seem to mind the suffocating particles in the air.
Backstage Crew: It's coming from this room!
Daisy: Like DUH! That's my room, I told you!
They pay her no heed and proceed to kick down the locker room door. After waving the smoke from her face, Daisy takes one cursory glance into her locker room, shrieks, then collapses.
Daisy: My clothes! MY CLOTHES!
Voice: Oh my, this is unfortunate...
Daisy's eyes travel up two small black high heels, morbidly obese thighs, an absurdly short black skirt, a frilly white blouse, and finally come to rest on the face of Triple A Public Relations Officer, Ms. Aurelia.
Daisy: You!
Aurelia: Yes, me. Or rather, the clumsy arsenic antics of Hubert Cumberdale and Crocjaw--excuse me, that's Mr. Leo Garrett.
Daisy: But my clothes! What about my precious clothes? The symbol of my popularity!
Daisy is clearly in hysterics, and she sinks to her knees, sobbing quietly. Aurelia merely smiles wider.
Aurelia: It has come to my attention that you have taken to parading around outside of ACW's fabled halls wearing little more than a two piece bikini. May I remind you that you represent this company and all of its divisions, employees, and assets?
Daisy nods in between sobs, too stunned to speak.
Aurelia: As head of Public Relations, it was my duty to take direct action against your offending collection of indecent attires. Heavens, ACW cannot afford a "wardrobe malfunction" scandal, what with its already loose morals and sadistic matches. You will be issued proper outfits from charitable companies. I have already spoken to Good Will and the Salvation Army, and they agreed to sponsor you.
This is too much for Daisy to take, and the young woman faints, collapsing face first on the hard concrete floor. Aurelia lets out a small 'tsk' before daintily stepping over Daisy's fallen body. Once Ms. Aurelia is out of eyeshot, the backstage workers sympathize with Daisy's plight and gently carry her off screen.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 9, 2006 17:16:58 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Light-HeavyWeight Title Match - No DQ Jake Cheng vs BK London (Credit: Tornado)
The crowd let out a roar of approval as Philip gets into the ring to announce the next match; the stakes are high and the fans know it.
Philip: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship!
He has to pause and wait for the crowd noise to die down again, clearly the fans are really hyped up for the next match.
Philip: Introducing first; he is the challenger and one half of Affirmative Action…BK LONDON!!
”Mic Check” by Juelz Santana hits and the roof is blown off as BK walks through the curtains. He doesn’t waste any time hyping up the fans who clearly don’t need any encouragement. BK slides into the ring and stands on the second rope, running his hands across his stomach to signal his intentions of leaving as a champion.
Philip: Introducing his opponent; he is the current reigning and defending ACW LightHeavyweight Champion…JAKE CHENG!!
”Petrified” by Fort Minor hits and Jake appears to deafening boos which actually drowns out his music. This seems to amuse Jake and he taunts the fans on the way to the ring before sliding under the ropes and handing his title to the ref, who holds it above his head then hands it to the timekeeper.
Bell Rings.
Jake and BK stand poised and ready opposite each other but neither seems willing to make the first move and break the stare down. After what seems like an hour Jake breaks the eye contact to taunt BK, drawing him into a charge and an attempted clothesline which Jake sidesteps. Jake grins to himself, pleased that he managed to win the first showdown; he continues to taunt the fans and BK but makes the fundamental mistake of turning his back on his opponent. BK wastes no time seizing the opportunity and hits Jake with a Release German Suplex and quickly follows with a cover, hoping for an early pinfall…
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…the ref has barely raised his hand off the mat before Jake kicks out determinedly, an annoyed look on his face. He leaps to his feet and stares at BK from across the ring once again. This time it is Jake who charges with an attempted Clothesline, BK ducks but Jake clearly expected as much as he instantly stops and spins on the spot to hit BK in the back of the head with a Spinning Crescent Kick. This time round Jake doesn’t waste his time taunting the crowd and goes to work on BK, repeatedly stomping on his head until stopped by the ref. This delay gives BK chance to roll out of the ring to get a breather. Unfortunately for him Jake instantly follows, attacking him from behind with a Heel Kick to the back of his head. The crowd boo the sneak attack but an even bigger boos echoes throughout the arena as BK clatters into the steps with a hell of a lot of force. Wisely Jake rolls into the ring and lets the ref start his count…
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7…on the count of seven BK finally manages to get to his feet but is instantly knocked off them as Jake comes hurtling off the top rope to connect with a Flying Clothesline. It is a risky maneuver and the crowd pop loudly as Jake’s forearm connects with BK’s face; unfortunately for Jake the momentum from his leap takes him straight into the barrier leaving both men laid out of the mat…
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5…at five BK is the first to start moving, he pulls himself to his feet as the ref count six and rolls into the ring. He observes Jake until the 8 count before rolling back out to stop the ref’s count in the knowledge that he can’t win the title via countout. Obviously Jake knew this and it becomes apparent that he was playing possum as BK reaches him and receives a sharp uppercut to the face. BK positions himself behind Jake as he gets to his feet and as soon as he does BK hits him with the Lungblower, causing him to writhe in pain while clutching his back. He wastes no time throwing Jake into the ring and following up with the cover…
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