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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:11:13 GMT -5
Segment: The End of an Era (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins to wind down, Hail to the Chief plays, as the Senator enters to decidedly less fanfare than usual, and dressed more for a debate than a wrestling match in one of his usual finely tailored suits. Phillips accepts the microphone from Phillip, and looking somewhat tense, steadies himself with a discreet chuckle.
The Senator: Well, well, well…it sure has been a bit of a while since I have been out here with a clear purpose. I have a couple of points to get across tonight, but I know that you people are not in the mood to hear this ol’ politician ramble on this late in the show, so I shall make it as short and condensed as I possibly can.
The Senator sighs, and adjusts his collar before continuing, apparently still a bit unnerved.
Senator: Last Sunday, I fought the Macho Man RDK…
A distinct “R-D-K” chant breaks out from the audience, and Phillips waits for a moment for it to dissipate before speaking again.
Senator: As I was saying, RDK and I had quite a contest on last Sunday at the Bloody Valentine Pay Per View, and for myself, it has resulted in a number of realizations and decisions. When I first came here to ACW, I came here on one main principle, that I should give every person I face the best possible match, win, lose, or draw. I also set a number of important goals, that the cause of pure wrestling be furthered, that I manage to re-establish the Senatorial Stable, and that I capture gold in the process of seeking out the first two goals.
Senator: Well, I shall tell you a few things about those goals. I believe that I managed very much to accomplish the first, just looking at my Bloody Valentine loss as the perfect example. RDK did not fight his own type of match that night…he fought mine…and won…with my own signature backslide pinning technique. There is no shame in that! He deviated from his basic sports entertainment background to truly further his game, and I believe that the fans might just have noticed that. Goal number two has unquestionably been not only accomplished, but has been accomplished beyond my expectations. We have taken more gold, and gained more notoriety than I had ever expected. The Stable has been the one constant unit, the one true standard for any others to raise themselves against, no matter what certain voters might have claimed! Finally, goal number three, my tertiary goal. Hmph, I might not have gained as many titles as many of my peers, but really, I have given a number of champions more than an average fight, I nearly defeated the invincible Goliath herself, Yoko Satoshi, at the peak of her title reign. Even so, I am pleased, and have no regrets that I lost that match, or that I did not pursue any more titles. The belt makes the person, not vice versa, at least not for a true competitor!
Senator: And so, that leads me to my final points. The first principle that I entered ACW on was to push my competition to their limits. Currently, with my re-election campaign starting up, I have not had as much time to train as in the past. My doctors have urged me since my loss to Satoshi to quit one of my jobs or the other. You know, very few people are blessed enough with the opportunity to live out their life dreams. I stand before you tonight having been able to take not one, but two of my dreams, and pursue them with my fullest effort. It has taken immeasurable, near fanatical effort, and a great deal of discipline, but I have no regrets! At this point in my career, I believe that I have progressed to the point that I am not able to give my opponents a competitive, strenuous match without endangering my own well being to an unacceptable career.
Senator: So, as such, I have no choice but to announce…but to announce my retirement…no, my withdrawal from active competition here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Nay, this is not a full retirement, but I feel that I can no longer actively compete against the best the regular roster has here…and I have accomplished the most important goals I set out to fulfill…and that my friends and associates, foes and rivals, critics and detractors, fans and constituents…that is nothing…but the TRUTH.
The Senator’s theme hits to accompany his leaving the ring; the fans are in shock, they’ve already had to say goodbye to Rena, and now this has come out of the blue. They stand and applaud as one, for there is no other appropriate response, and the Senator himself looks a little misty-eyed as he heads slowly to the back.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:11:56 GMT -5
Match 7: Latino vs. Torak (Credit: Torak)
The crowd settles down in their seats as the show reaches an exhilarating climax. A nervous bustle extends from the front row all the way to the poor souls in row Z with their binoculars on standby. However, these may become surplus as the following contest is going to be huge. Phillip ambles into the ring with the microphone in hand. He takes a deep breath before announcing:
Phillip : The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event for this evening!
The lights dim, engulfing the entire arena in darkness. The music which follows is soft yet quite haunting and invites all eyes to focus on the Alphatron.
On screen, dark and grainy footage of a mysterious man stood alone in an empty room. Due to the darkness cast on his body it seems at first that he has no arms, however as the video continues it is realized that his arms are in fact restricted to his torso by what looks like a straight-jacket. He staggers around, psychotically bouncing between the walls with no purpose. He eventually begins to walk toward the screen, his face shrouded by darkness but his eyes visibly terrifying. As the introduction of the music comes to an end and the burst of drum and guitar kicks in the mysterious man explodes in rage, sending the straight jacket flying across the room. At the same time in the arena, at the peak of the stage a pyrotechnic explosion startles anyone who isn’t paying any particular attention. The main guitar rift cuts through the atmosphere like a buzz saw. The guitar stutters then repeats the rift. As the guitar stutters again a figure emerges from the back, through the curtain and onto the stage in full view. It is Torak, as the fans anticipated.
Phillip : Introducing first, making his way to the ring from the depths of the ACW arena, weighing in at three hundred and six pounds…Torak!
Torak stops, keeping a mean stare as he slowly surveys the crowd while the guitar cuts through ear drums. The harsh guitar rift finally comes to an end and we return to the soft but haunting notes. Torak continues, albeit very slowly, almost in time to the dawdling beat. His powerful swagger remains but it’s almost as if it’s in slow motion. An entire verse elapses before he makes it to the ring. He hauls himself up onto the apron then enters through the ropes. He struts to the center of the ring and stops again, glaring out at the thousands of people around him. The vocalist of Torak’s new song screams something along the lines of “A Broken Man!”. Is that referring to Torak? Or is it paying homage to his countless victims. Torak turns 180 degrees, turning his attention to the entranceway, willing Latino to join him in the ring.
Torak’s music cuts and the sounds of anticipation re-emerge to an audible level. All eyes turn to the stage again as we await the next arrival. The tension builds and with their patience being worn the expectation and excitement approaches critical levels.
“OOoOOOooooOOoo Latino!”
Every individual in attendance bursts at the seams, their excitement translated into spontaneous applause and ovation. Some female members of the crowd are even witnessed dancing, shaking their slender bodies in elation for the arrival of the Latino one.
The beat of Lowrider thumps through the speakers and vibrates around the arena. The ground quakes but it isn’t exactly certain whether it’s caused by the pounding beat…or the resounding reception for Latino. Latino struts out through the curtain, bouncing on his toes and moving to the beat with a huge grin on his face. His expression isn’t what you’d expect it should be, taking who his opponent is into consideration. Latino certainly doesn’t look fazed as he continues to the ring, acknowledging as many fans in the front row as possible, slapping the outstretched hands as he passes.
Phillip : …and his opponent, making his way to the ring from New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Latino sprints the rest of the distance, any normal man would delay the beginning of this match for as long as possible but Latino shows no fear. He even ignores Torak as he slides into the ring and pushes himself to his feet, turning his back on him before hopping up onto the turnbuckle and receiving a loud cheer from the crowd. He slaps his chest with an open palm as Torak watches on curiously from the corner. Latino drops down and turns to face his adversary. They take slow steps toward each other, maintaining eye contact at all times. Neither man looks like backing down or even blinking as the very brave referee steps in between the pair. He insists on them both adhering to the rules and respecting his authority. They might take a bit more persuasion than that. The referee backs away and calls for the bell to initiate the bout. However, neither man wants to draw their weapon first as they just stare each other down, their icy glares infiltrating each other’s mind, attempting to unsettle their rival. The heat emanating from their bodies begins to increase rapidly toward boiling point. Cliché alert : You could cut this atmosphere with a knife.
It is cut. The thermometer boils over. The tension erupts. Both men explode and begin aiming right hands at each other’s cheeks. The exchange blows which knocks their opponent back but the battle does not drift from that one spot in the middle of the ring. Torak lands a heavy blow, so Latino retaliates with a heavy blow of his own. There seems to be no end to this raging battle. One small error could cost one man the advantage. The man who makes that vital mistake is Torak. In an attempt to put an end to the back and forth battle of right hands, Torak aims a hard clothesline for the sternum of Latino but much to the big man’s dismay his target avoids the huge arm, managing to pop up behind the masked beast. Torak turns around only to be met by another right hand. Torak staggers backwards, only just managing to retain balance. Another right jab, Latino is shuffling now. Torak teeters backwards on his heels but still doesn’t go down. Another jab which doesn’t achieve its desired affect follows. Latino takes a step backwards before delivering the discus lariat which knocks Torak backwards but not downwards. Torak backs into the ropes, off-balance, using the ropes to steady himself. Latino decides it’s time for drastic measures. He sets himself before charging at Torak, launching himself in the air with a body lariat, using the weight of his entire body to take Torak over the top rope and down to the floor outside. The pair crash to the floor by the ramp as on-lookers in the front few rows peer over shoulders in front of them, hoping to gain a better view. Unfortunately, uttering “Go-Go Gadget neck!” doesn’t work in reality. Latino gets to his feet first and immediately continues working down Torak who starts pushing himself to his feet. Inside the ring the referee makes an inane attempt to lure the two competitors back into the ring with threats of a count-out, but a battle is raging and the referee is the equivalent of pacifist in the middle of a riot. The exchange blows once more as the referee begins to count. 1…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:12:57 GMT -5
Torak takes control, grabbing the arm of Latino and hurling him toward the barrier which Victor hits back-first. Torak charges at him, not particularly fast, but with the presence of a Panzerkampfwagen. Latino has no intentions of being squashed tonight, in or outside the ring, so he reels away from his spot at the last moment, sending the rampaging beast into the barrier instead. Latino steps away from Torak and sets him in his sights just as the referee counts 2. Torak turns to face his enemy just in time to note him charging toward him. Latino leaps into the air with another body lariat to the upper body, this time sending Torak and himself OVER the barrier and crashing onto the toes of the fans in the front row. One fan even gets a flying boot to the side of the face. That’s a lawsuit right there. Latino is certainly putting his body on the line tonight. 3… The fans in the thick of the action offer advice to men, slapping their backs in appreciation and generally acting like idiotic monkeys as soon as they appear on screen. 4… Latino begins to stir first and crawls away from his foe. He uses the barrier to pull himself to his feet. He instructs a fan to move out of his way so that he can continue work on Torak. 5… Torak starts getting to his feet again, it’ll take more than a fall over the barrier to keep him down. Latino puts the boots in while he can, he may not have the chance once Torak is vertical. 6… Torak is up and manages to hit a stiff uppercut to the jaw of Latino, sending him backwards. Latino stumbles back toward him only to have a handful of hair grasped by the green and black behemoth. Torak bashes Latino’s head against the barrier before shoving him back over it to ringside. 7… Torak lifts his massive legs over the barrier and picks Latino up. He attempts to send him crashing into the ring post, but Latino somehow manages to reverse and instead whips Torak into the steel upright and Torak bounces off it, stumbling backwards. 8!… Latino swoops down and brings Torak down to the floor with a sweeping leg to the back of the knee. Torak let’s out a roar on his descent. 9!!… Latino crawls to the barrier and uses it to pull himself to his feet, not fully aware of what’s going on. The fans try to urge him to re-enter the ring. He turns to face the referee just in time to witness the last count. 10!!!...
The silence is incredible. The shock that overcomes the crowd removes their ability to make any audible sound. Latino looks on in amazement and the referee even looks back in surprise. He looks at the timekeeper, but keeps his arms to the side. The whole moment seems to stop in time. The referee looks out at the crowd, who are yet to react, before thinking to himself.
“If I end this thing now this place is going to erupt in chaos!”
He looks around, still not quite sure what to do before acting on his own initiative he raises his arms up in the air and yells:
11!
The entire crowd breathes a sigh of relief. It doesn’t last though as during the confusion, Torak had managed to get to his feet and he rushes Latino. An elbow strike to the ribs follows and Latino doubles over. 12… Torak grabs his opponent by the head and this time successfully sends him into the steel post. Latino doesn’t bounce off but it dazes him nonetheless. Torak takes his head in his hands once more and leads him toward the ramp before sending Latino crashing into the barrier that runs alongside it. Latino drops to his backside as Torak approaches and manages to lift a boot into the midsection of Torak who doubles over. 13… Latino, on his knees, delivers a stiff uppercut of his own to the chin of Torak, sending him backwards. This allows Latino time to get to his feet and hit a swinging elbow to the side of the head. 14… He grabs a handful of Torak’s long and matted hair and attempts to smash his face on the barrier. Torak uses his arms to block it then tries to do the same to Latino, who also blocks. 15… Latino thinks quickly and delivers a rising knee to the midsection followed by a hard sweeping kick to the back of the knee which sends Torak back down onto his back. 16… Latino looks up at the referee in the ring, realizing that the referee isn’t going to allow another ten count slip by un-noticed. He glances down at Torak and delivers a kick to the shoulder as the masked brute starts to get to his feet. 17!… Latino starts to make his way toward the ring to put a halt to the count, but Torak stretches out an arm and grabs Latino by the shoulder. Latino responds with a right but Torak blocks it and reels Latino in for a clothesline. Latino ducks it and as both men turn to face each other Latino acts quickest. He leaps up, locking in a front facelock before using his momentum to swing around Torak, hitting a smooth Tornado DDT right on the ramp. 18!!… Latino sits up and shakes off that dizziness you get when you spin around on the spot. He looks up and a sense of urgency overcomes him as the referee counts… 19!!!… He gets to his feet and hurriedly runs to the ring, the referee’s arm is starting to go up. Latino rolls into the ring…then quickly rolls back out, stopping the count once and for all and forcing the referee to start a brand new one. The referee protests and insists that the brawl must return to the ring. Latino holds his hands up, not making any promises. He staggers back over to Torak who is now on one knee. The short time-out was more than enough for the tough monster to recover and as soon as Latino is in reach he stretches out and grabs him before hitting a painful Russian Leg Sweep with extra force created by Torak’s power. Latino bears the brunt of the move, but Torak doesn’t escape it unscathed either. He is the first to recover though, as he sits up and quickly realizes that he is in the best position he’s been in so far. He turns his head to look at the fallen Latino before pushing himself to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Latino up to his feet before dragging him back to the ring. He rolls him in then pauses outside to regain his bearings. He soon joins Latino in the squared circle and finally order is restored.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:14:15 GMT -5
In the ring, Latino crawls aimlessly on the mat. Torak reaches down and grabs another handful of hair, pulling Latino to his feet before lifting him up, turning him upside down and hitting a painful looking shoulder breaker. Torak makes the first cover of the match which turns out unsuccessful as Latino kicks out on 2. Torak wastes no time in pulling Latino to his feet again and promptly whips him toward the ropes. On the rebound Torak lifts Latino up, spins him around on his shoulder then slams him down to the canvas in a Tilt-a-Whirl slam. Another cover and another kick out on 2. Slightly frustrated, Torak gets to his feet and delivers a stern boot to the sternum of Latino. Latino starts to get to his feet but gets caught by a boot to the side of the head which knocks him back down. Torak reaches down again and pulls Latino to his feet before throwing him into the corner. Latino collides with the turnbuckle back-first, the soft pads doing very little to ease the impact. Torak approaches slowly before hitting a back-elbow to the side of Mr. Laureano’s head then follows that up with a lifting knee strike to the midsection. Latino doubles over but isn’t given time to recover. Torak whips Latino to the opposite corner with plenty of force and again, the pads offer little to no cushion. Torak charges like the previously mentioned panzerkampfwagen on a collision course with Latino. He barges into him, presumably crushing him in the corner. Latino staggers out of the corner and into the grasp of Torak who lifts him up effortlessly, dropping him down with a one handed scoop slam. Latino holds his back in pain as Torak watches on in enjoyment. Torak steps toward him, looking down with obvious glee. Latino tries to push himself to his feet, using all he can muster to gain a vertical base. Torak wraps his arms around the body of Latino before hitting a gutwrench suplex, dropping Latino square in the center of the ring. Torak makes another cover. 1… 2… Latino gets a shoulder up in good time. Torak, growing more aggravated as the match goes on heaves Latino to his feet once more and whips him into the ropes and on the rebound twists his body to lift Latino up and then drop him down with a side slam. He doesn’t attempt a pinfall this time though, instead he uncharacteristically scales the turnbuckle. He waits at the top, stalking Latino in the same manner he did upon his return to ACW. The referee considers making a 5 count, but thinks better of it. There’s a vacancy in Torak’s room of torture right now and he doesn’t want to volunteer to fill it. Latino slowly gets to his feet, feeling rather groggy and about to take a turn for the worse. He dazedly looks up at his flying foe but can do nothing about the clothesline that takes him down to the canvas. Some might call it “Shades of Kane”. Torak quickly gets to his feet and signals for the end. Latino torpidly pushes himself to his feet. He turns 180º to find himself scooped up in the arms of Torak and draped over the powerful shoulder. Torak has him set up for the original MediEvil Driver. Latino squirms and shifts his weight, managing to drop down behind Torak. However, he manages to hold onto the head of Torak and soon brings Torak down to the canvas with a sleeper hold drop. Latino releases the hold upon impact and takes a moment to compose himself, hoping to capitalize on the advantage he may have just earned himself. Unfortunately for him, Torak sits up, more infuriated than ever. Latino gets to his feet first and delivers some tired strikes to the cranium of his tough opponent. Torak gets to his feet and finds himself on the end of more right hands, each one knocking him back a step. Latino takes a step back before leaping up, catching Torak in the shoulder with a high dropkick which knocks Torak back into the ropes. Latino bounces off the ropes and rushes at Torak, but Torak reacts with a boot to the abdomen. He reaches around again for another gutwrench, but this time lifts him onto his shoulders, looking for a powerbomb…but Latino reverses it into an impressive hurricanrana, bringing the big man down. The crowd come alive and a chant of “LA-TI-NO! LA-TI-NO!” spreads throughout the arena. It is a chant that channels its way through Latino, transforming into momentum and drives Latino onwards. Torak stumbles to his feet and muzzily into reach of Latino. Latino hooks in a front facelock and uses his newfound energy to deliver a vertical suplex. He holds on, twists his hips and heaves Torak off the mat to deliver the second suplex. The crowd roar in approval as Latino twists his hips one more time and lugs the big man to his feet for the final time. He digs down deep and tries to lift…but Torak blocks. Latino tries again, another block. Latino breaks the hold to deliver a right hand then restores the facelock and finally hits the third suplex. The crowd goes nuts as Latino gets to his feet and points to the corner. He struts over and ascends the turnbuckle from the outside. However, by the time he reaches the top, Torak is on his feet and making his way to the corner. Latino tries to halt him from climbing up with right hands as Torak reaches up to his level. Torak makes it to the middle rope before a hard overhand blow strikes him down, sending him crashing to the canvas. Latino steadies himself then gets to his feet before launching himself off with the Last Night’s Hangover! He connects with Torak’s thorax. Latino regains his bearings and stretches an arm over the massive chest of his fallen enemy. The crowd count along with the referee… ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Most fans get ahead of themselves and count the three, even though Torak just managed to get his shoulder up before the final count. The referee confirms this by holding two fingers up for all to see. Some fans hold their heads in dismay. Latino, now visibly exhausted crawl away from his opponent while trying to get to his feet. Torak rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up. They both gain verticality at the same moment. They engage in another punch-up, duking it out ferociously with right hands, both desperate for the advantage. Once more a simple mistake could cost either man dearly. Torak is the man who commits the mistake again with a wild swing aimed for Latino’s head. In one quick move Latino avoids the arm before grabbing it. He hooks it in with his head next to Torak’s torso and looks for a Northern Lights Suplex…but Torak blocks it before bringing a clubbing blow down to the back of Latino. He maintains a front facelock and follows up with a move of his own called “The Orb of Aldur” (Implant DDT lift to sitout powerbomb).
Torak makes the pin, placing his heels over the shoulders of Latino. The referee drops down as the fans agonizingly watch on.
1… 2… Latino kicks out! Torak gets to his feet and to say he looks rather cross would be an understatement. He breathes heavily, almost psychotically watching on as Latino struggles to his feet. Torak closes in and as Latino looks up the muscular arms of Torak wrap themselves around the waist of Latino. He’s been here before and there is only one way out of it, but he doesn’t want to get disqualified again. Latino writhes in pain as Torak squeezes him tightly in the bear hug. Watching on you get the image of an egg in a vice. Latino grimaces in pain as the pressure builds on his already hurt ribs. He tries to force Torak’s arms off but it is an attempt in vain. Torak tightens his grip and Latino is closes to breaking. He stretches his hand out and is tempted to tap out…or wave out in this scenario. But he hold son, he won’t give up now. He lifts his arm high in the air, his teeth grinding so hard you expect sparks to fly out of his mouth. He drops his elbow…hard…right down onto the forehead of Torak. It isn’t enough to break the hold but it does give him some breathing space. He brings an elbow down again which loosens the grip. Another elbow followed by another and finally the painful clasp of Torak is broken and Latino is free. Torak stumbles backwards, slightly dazed by the whole affair and when he starts to move toward Latino again he gets met right in the face by an awesome superkick that was delivered right from out of the blue. Both men hit the canvas and you feel we are heading for the climax.
Latino is first to his feet, fatigued from this enthralling contest but determined to get one over his opponent once and for all. He glances around at the crowd and an idea springs to mind. He approaches Torak and reaches down, grabbing the giant left leg of the fallen beast. He swivels around the leg then drops down, locking in the other leg creating a modified figure four leglock. Torak writhes in agony from the painful submission hold, pain etched on the face of the masked monster. Take a picture ladies and gentlemen, this isn’t a common sight. Latino increases the pressure, leaning back for leverage. Torak is caught in a bear trap and the ghastly grizzly is far away from the ropes. He tries to suck it up but it’s enough to make anyone wince. He squirms aimlessly on the canvas, roaring in pain and looking for ways out. Latino isn’t going to offer any suggestions. Latino yells out a roar of his own as he puts more pressure on the hold causing Torak to bash the mat with his right arm, but not in submission, just a display of the pain he is in right now. Latino leans back all the way putting the maximum amount of force on the legs of Torak, how much more of this torture can Torak take? He lifts his arm and flirts with the idea of tapping. Could the mind of Torak handle the ignominy of tapping out to Latino, especially considering the circumstances of his return?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:14:44 GMT -5
His hand is poised again, hovering mere inches away from the canvas. Latino sits up then leans back once more to really pile the pressure on. Torak is resilient, he lifts his hand away and sits up, reaching out for Latino. He manages to get a handful of hair again and delivers a desperate right hand to the head. Latino holds on but the blow disorientates him. A second blow knocks him backwards and loosens his legs from the submission maneuver. Both men roll away from each other, both evidently worse for wear due to the strenuous bout. The beginning of the match seems like hours ago but the end is drawing closer and closer and the fans know it. They start to get to their feet, Torak a little more unsteady due to the punishment dealt to his legs. They begin to duke it out with clubbing blows, each one knocking the other man back and slowing the pace of the exchange. Latino starts to take control, he hits a right hand, then another…then another. He reaches out and attempts to whip Torak across the ring, but he reverses and reels Latino in, twirling him around and reaching for the free arm, putting Latino in a straight-jacket hold. It looks like he’s trying for The Trebuchet III (Goku-Raku suplex)…but Latino manages to free an arm and blocks the move with a few hard elbows to the face. We’re back to square one with both men punching it out again. This time it’s Torak who manages to gain control. He catches a stray left arm by Latino and hooks it in. He manages to seize the second arm and underhooks that before delivering a head butt to daze Latino before lifting him up and hitting the move that share’s a name with the match that these two had last year, the St. Elmo’s Belt (Double underhook overhead suplex with bridge). Torak maintains the pinfall… 1… 2… It’s an agonizing wait but Latino does just manage to get his shoulder up in time. Those on hand with stop-watches could tell you that this was a 2.9999999999 job. Needless to say, the fans are amazed.
Torak sits up, un-impressed, un-amused and determined to set things right. He gets to his feet, still feeling the effects of what he has endured so far. He pulls a jaded Latino to his feet and shakes his head, disapprovingly. He looks menacingly out into the crowd and signals for the fatal blow. He sets Latino’s arm over his head and lifts him up, obviously looking to execute his newest version of the MediEvil Driver. He lifts him up, high into the air for the biggest impact…but Latino manages to reverse the hold and instead brings Torak crashing down to the canvas with the Switch Blade Cut!
Torak rolls over onto his back and it doesn’t look like he’s going to get to his feet anytime soon. Latino glances at him and is caught in two minds. Finish it now? Or make sure of it. Do you check the monster for a pulse…or shoot him now while you have the chance? Latino opts for the latter and staggers over to the corner. Frustratingly slow he ascends the turnbuckle. Everyone watching on starts to will him up the turnbuckle. He reaches the summit and takes a few seconds to line up his target. He sends a signal to the crowd before leaping off majestically with the frog splash.
However, on his final approach the runway isn’t there. Torak rolls away from the point of impact just in the nick of time sending Latino crashing to the canvas. Torak quickly pushes himself vertical to capitalize, Latino is hurt as he almost bounces back to his feet, holding his ribs in sheer agony. He stumbles right into the reach of Torak who wastes no time for his opportunity. He sets Latino up and executes the deadly MediEvil Driver ’05 (Blue Thunder Driver), planting his opponent dead in the center of the ring. Latino crumples up like a piece of cardboard as Torak also collapses next to him. Torak hauls his right arm over the chest of Latino and hooks the far leg. The referee counts with only one inevitable outcome. 1… 2… There is a long pause, even the referee seems to hope for a kickout, but its asking way too much from Latino. It would be asking too much from anyone. The hand comes down for the third and final time, striking the mat to put an end to this epic encounter. Grief is written all over the faces of the fans as they watch on as this non-fairytale ending transpires. The referee calls for the bell and the timekeeper fills out his dysphoric obligation. Phillip even announces with a forlorn tone.
Phillip : Here is your winner by pinfall…Torak!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 2, 2006 17:15:49 GMT -5
Torak rolls over, first onto his side to catch his breath then to his knees, rising up above his defeated foe. He looks down at Latino with oceanic satisfaction. It almost has sexual undertones, resembling a sexually precocious young man finally having his way with the girl of his dreams, but I don’t want to put that sort of image in your head in this situation. He raises to his feet, taking in the aroma of sweet victory that drowns out the poignant smell of sweat and toil. It’s actually a miracle that no blood was shed in this encounter. But then again…the night is young.
Torak is not finished yet. He reaches down, grabbing another tuft of Latino’s hair that has been thouroughly abused tonight. He lifts him up like a puppet on a string before hurling him out of the ring, in-between the middle and top rope and sending him crashing to the floor outside. The impact seems to wake Latino up, but does little for his sentience. Everything that he sees is a blur and he is quite unaware of his surroundings. He gets to his feet but only to stagger backwards and land awkwardly next to the barricade. Torak soon joins him on the outside and just watches as Latino stumbles about rudderlessly.
He quickly becomes bored with becoming a spectator to Latino’s grogginess and decides to play further part in making it worse. He grabs Latino by the head and throws him down onto the ramp face first. Latino attempts to crawl away but due to the fact that he doesn’t even know where he is, he doesn’t get far. Torak picks him up again and leads him up to the tip of the stage. He tosses him down onto his face once more and leaves him laying there as he exits through the curtain. A sigh of relief echoes throughout the entire building.
However, all that exhaled air is very quickly inhaled again as Torak re-emerges with something in hand. It’s the thick, twisted, brown rope that one of the ex-ACW fans was suspended from earlier. Thankfully, Torak doesn’t appear to have the knife used to cut it in his possession. He looks down at Latino who is beginning to push himself to his feet. Latino looks back at his assailant with bleary eyes. All remaining sense is knocked out of him as a large boot hurtles towards him and knocks him out cold.
It’s interesting to note that during all of this, the timekeeper has not once inanely rung the bell repeatedly. You get the feeling that everyone has finally come to realize that it just doesn’t work.
Torak could care less if the ring-bell, church-bells or the Liberty bell was ringing right now. As for Latino, the only bell he’ll hear in the next few days are the ones in his head. Torak uses his foot to roll Latino over onto his front before clutching both arms of the unconscious Latino. He places them together just by the small of the back and then brings the rope into play. He wraps it around both arms, loosely at first, but then tightens it with a expert knot that a veteran fisherman would be proud of.
Torak ensures the rope is as tight as can possibly be and checks that Latino will have no freedom of movement when he recovers. He grabs Latino by the head again and pulls him to his feet. He wraps a giant hand around the throat of Latino and pauses for a moment to look into his open but vacant eyes. He lets out an unsettling chuckle before placing his free hand in the groinal area before lifting Latino up over his head. Even after the drain of the recent bout Torak still has enough in the tank to demonstrate his raw power.
He holds him aloft for everyone to see before letting out a cutting roar as he hurls Latino forwards, off the stage and into the electrical equipment alongside. Even if he was conscious he wouldn’t have been able to cushion the blow so the ribs of Latino bear the full brunt of the landing. Anybody who isn’t already on their feet leaps up to join everyone else in their attempt to gain a better view. The crowd is un-naturally silent, shocked by the huge bump that Latino had just taken.
Torak looks down from the stage…even through the mask you can see him smirking. His eyes remain on Latino for some time, almost as if he was put in a trance. His chest expands and contracts very rapidly as he glares down at his victim. Staff members rush to the scene to tend to Latino. Their first priority is to remove the rope wrapped around his wrists, but it proves quite difficult. Torak remains on the spot, watching every moment of the escalating panic. His eyes stay fixed…fixed on the one he wanted the most.
The show comes to a close with this singular shot. Has Torak’s lust for revenge been satisfied… or is there yet more to this twisted tale?
What is Ginger trying to achieve with his manipulation of his roster?
And will Dan White manage to pull off a huge upset, and defeat Hunter for the ACW World Title?
Tune in to Warfare to find out.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Jake on Mar 2, 2006 17:16:49 GMT -5
NIGHT OF THE UNTOUCHABLES BABY!!!!!!
Good show guys. BUT RENA AND SENATOR CAN'T GO!!!!!!!
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Mar 2, 2006 17:16:51 GMT -5
GREAT SHOW!!! Sad to see Rena and Senator go... GREAT night for the Untouchables!!
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Post by hunter on Mar 2, 2006 17:17:33 GMT -5
Great great show. ;D
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Post by Karate Master Kudo on Mar 2, 2006 17:18:00 GMT -5
This show has left me speechless...
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Post by scrawn on Mar 2, 2006 17:18:21 GMT -5
And will Dan White manage to pull off a huge upset, and defeat Hunter for the ACW World Title?The only upset would be Hunter retaining cleanly. So the Untouchables claim back the Tag Titles and win Entertainment gold. We also still have the Light-Heavyweight title, and shall add the World title this Monday. We own. Simple as. Sad to see Rena leave and Senator on hiatus, but good luck to them. And Torak...
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Post by BK London on Mar 2, 2006 17:18:22 GMT -5
Really good show, better than average. Would've been better if I won, but there's always next time.
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Post by Rattlesnake on Mar 2, 2006 17:19:43 GMT -5
Kudos to everyone. Nicely done.
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Post by hitman on Mar 2, 2006 18:07:58 GMT -5
Great show! Although I am surprised Senator and Rena have to say goodbye... (hopes they pull a Hitman)
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Mar 2, 2006 18:28:08 GMT -5
Awesome show people...Senator and Rena noooo!
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