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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:11:06 GMT -5
The crowd, however, have different ideas, and they start to call and chant for Scott, willing him to find a way to turn things around. As Torak pulls Scott on to his feet, Scott takes advantage of Torak’s unusual mask and rakes him across the eyes before pulling the mask upward slightly to cover them. As Torak is distracted restoring his vision, Scott hurries to the corner and gives his DDP-style taunt. The crowd goes wild as Scott ascends, and as Torak turns Scott leaps off into his Heat Seeker (Over Castle). His momentum gives him the strength to bring Torak down into the diving neckbreaker, and the noise is huge as Scott pins, 1….2…- Torak kicks, but it’s a close call, and Scott leaps up, adrenalin coursing though him. As Torak is rising, Scott puts everything into his Head Shot (Shin Saikyou High Kick)… only for Torak to block it and grab hold of his leg in the process. Scott pulls himself free, but leaves himself open to attack, and the crowd cries out in dismay as Torak executes his devastating Trebuchet II (Twisting Eastern Stretch Suplex). Scott is down and almost out, and Torak stands over him, smirking and relishing the moment before he makes the pin…
??: HEY, JACKASS!
Torak raises his head and looks in the same direction as everyone else. They all see NBK on the stage with a mic in hand.
NBK: That’s right, I’m talking to you Toe jam---err---Toe rag…I mean Torak, you could be faggoty Anne---whoops, there I go again, I mean Raggedy Ann for all I care. It’s just funny how, of all things, you respond to jackass…Deep down in your psyche, you know it to be true. Just look at you, what are you supposed to be? Don’t answer that- I’ll tell you…A jackass that’s what you are! A bully, and all it takes to get rid of a bully is…A SOLID FOOT, UP YOUR ASS! That’s exactly what you are going to get. Actually, I lied…it’s a baseball bat!
NBK produces said bat from behind his back, and starts toward the ring. Torak just stares with the merest hint of concern, which might in fact be more like annoyance at having to divide his attention…
…and then the lights turn off, so that it is completely dark in the arena. Only the small red lights on the cameras are visible in the blackness. Then, a familiar voice…
Little Girl: Hehehe… are you afraid of the dark?
A spotlight turns on without warning, and focuses on a large coffin sitting on the top of the ramp. NBK catches sight of it, and instinctively backs away… until suddenly, he feels himself touch against something that should not be there…
The lights snap back on, and disorientate everyone for a moment. Everyone, that is except Angelus Kincaid himself.
NBK doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance; he gets only a second to look into Angelus’ eyes before he is grabbed, inverted, and piledriven on to the metal ramp. The crowd screams, and Angelus drags his victim up the ramp to the waiting coffin. A shot from ringside momentarily juxtaposes Angelus and Torak, and reveals their similarity of height and build; Torak watches, as rapt as anyone else in the arena, as Angelus dumps the barely conscious body of NBK into the coffin. He slams down the lid, regards it for a second… and then with a practiced stroke, he kicks the coffin and sends it hurtling down the ramp. It slides all the way down, and crashes into the ring apron, striking some concealed equipment and finally tipping up, disgorging its occupant on to the outside mats. By the time anyone thinks to look back at the stage, Angelus is long gone.
Both Torak and Scott, who has recovered enough to witness these events, look down at the sight before them; Scott, though weak, tries to roll out of the ring to get to his tag partner. Torak sees him and remembers the match; he lifts Scott up off of the canvas and nails the Medievil Driver ’05 in a workmanlike (but still unutterably powerful) manner. He makes the cover, and the shocked referee makes the count as if on autopilot, 1..2..3.
The bell rings, and the crowd boos, but Torak doesn’t seem to hear them.
Philip: Here is your winner…Torak!
The sound of his music does nothing to distract Torak as he slides out of the ring. He walks straight over to NBK, and just looks; the crowd fears a further attack, but as Torak prods the KOed NBK with a foot, it becomes clear that this is not his intention. Torak seems to be absorbing all the details of the scene, and there is a look on his face that has not been seen there before; it almost seems like a kind of appreciation, the sort of look one might get when regarding art in a gallery.
Torak continues to look thoughtful as he walks away to the back. In the ring, Scott is picking himself up – he also exits the ring quickly and is with NBK as the medics arrive. The look in his eyes shows that for him at least, this is far from over…
A break is needed while things are sorted out at ringside, and so ACW cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:12:00 GMT -5
Segment: Of Sins and Shadows (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades in, as per usual, to join Hunter midway down the hallway and midway to infinity. His blazing gold title is still strapped around his waist as he walks, placing added discomfort in his stride. He reaches a door that reads "Senatorial Locker Room" and enters swiftly, hoping to find his friends inside. Lo and behold, said friends are there, with the Cold Blooded Killers chatting quietly amongst themselves, Santiago Rivera sitting silently in thought, and the Capitalists engaging in a round of poker. Once the door closes behind Hunter, the talking ceases (or in Santiago's case, remains ceased) and there are a few warm hello's to greet Hunter.
Hunter: Bah, not really in the mood.
Fitsharris: Why not?
Hunter: Ginger just booked me into a match with Angelus on Fallout...
NBK: He what?
Hunter: ...in a no disqualifications match...
Scott: Well that sucks.
Hunter: ...for my title.
Kalb: We seriously need to get leverage on his ass.
Hunter: This has NOT been a good collection of weeks.
Santiago: Eh, you'll handle it. Just smack him with a chair or something.
Hunter: Yeah, he doesn't seem to respond too well to pain, if you haven't noticed.
Kalb: Indeed.
Hunter: Regardless, I have to take him on. It's already been signed by Ginger and I can't do anything to stop it. But...fuck it, I'll figure something out in that time.
NBK: You can only hope.
Hunter: ...shit, that means I have to call Mrs. Smith again.
Santiago: Who?
Hunter: Oh...umm...
In all of this excitement, Hunter had forgotten that he had not told his friends about his meetings with the Smith clan. And due to his inability to keep thoughts private, he is forced to disclose information.
Hunter: ...she's just this woman I know.
Well, some of it anyway.
Scott: Really? Are you tappin' her?
Hunter: ...good God I hope you NEVER say that again.
Santiago: That'd be a no, Fitsharris.
Fitsharris: Hey shut up, I understand English, I'm not a moron!
Kalb: That's up for debate.
Hunter: Okay, guys, let's seriously not turn this into another burn-fest.
Fitsharris: Yeah!
Santiago: But seriously, Hunter, who is this?
Hunter sighs, aware that though he could get this information past the Capitalists, the cunning mind of Santiago Rivera will not let it go until he possess information.
Hunter: Shit...okay, listen, I can't divulge anything to you in extreme detail. But I'll tell you this much: after my match with Angelus on Fallout, I'm gonna have to go away for a few days.
Scott: You what?
All were thinking it, but only Scott said it. The remainder of the men simply stare at Hunter open-mouthed.
Hunter: Don't worry about it, I'll be back in time for Warfare.
NBK: And if you aren't?
Hunter: Damn it, guys, don't worry. I'll be there. But just in case, make sure Ginger doesn't book me into a match.
Santiago: Oh yeah, like words have stopped him before.
Hunter: Though that may be true...listen, just don't worry about it.
Kalb: But why do you have to go somewhere in the first place?
Hunter: I can't tell you that. It's private matters.
Santiago: I really don't like the sounds of this.
Hunter: My friend, you have no idea how much I concur with you. But there's nothing I can do about it.
Santiago: Sure there is. Just don't go. Whatever it is, it can't be that important.
Hunter silently smirks to himself, but this smirk turns into a simple show of devotion. He ponders Santiago's words, but he cannot see their logic.
Hunter: It is. And one of these days, I'll tell you about it.
And with that, he turns around and opens the door, exiting and likely heading towards the ring for his match. His friends are left alone to ponder the significance of his words, as well as the significance of his "heroic" journey. The Capitalists and the Cold Blooded Killers simply return to what they were doing moments later, but Santiago stares at the door enthusiastically. Perhaps it's just his feeling...but he sees something wrong with the situation. It is strange how those around you can see more clearly than you can. And this is such a situation, where Santiago's eyes see farther than Hunter's. And by his general reaction, he does not like what he sees.
Hunter is headed for a world of sins and shadows, and none can save him now.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:12:39 GMT -5
Segment: Crescendo (Credit: ??)
The scene opens to a relatively peaceful view of Ginger's office. The atmosphere is serene and relaxed compared to the unchecked chaos that usually flows through ACW's great arena. Ginger checks his watch, hums tunelessly and fiddles with a few buttons on his Blackberry. A knock resounds off screen. Ginger's head jerks; he reluctantly grunts to grant entry to his private office.
Aurelia: Ah, Mr. Ginger. I thought I might catch you here.
There is a strong negative reaction from the fans viewing the scene unfold as Aurelia steps on screen. Whether this is stemmed from her treatment of the innocent Daisy last Warfare or the blatant deviousness of her personality is unknown. Ginger, deaf to the fan reaction, smiles up at the public relations official towering over him.
Ginger: Ah, Aurelia, what can I do for y--what's that noise?
Aurelia: What noise, Mr. Ginger?
Aurelia stares at him incredulously; either she hears nothing or consciously objects to accepting the noise's existence. The fans can hear it too; far off in the distance a piercing wail of anguish echoes faintly in the background.
Ginger: Ah, must be my imagination. Anyway, I'd like to thank you for taking care of Ms. Daisy on Monday. Honestly, cheese grating is so bizarre.
Aurelia: Thank you, Mr. Ginger. Merely acting in accordance with my contract. I am honor-bound to protect ACW from indecencies to preserve positive public image. Speaking of my job, there is a certain matter of great importance I wish to draw to your attention.
Ginger: Hm? What could that be?
The low wailing increases by a few decibels. Ginger scratches his head curiously and scans the room, hoping to catch the source of the noise. Aurelia, however, plows on.
Aurelia: I just caught word that Oprah Winfrey herself, one of televisions' most decorated hostesses, recently condemned professional wrestling in general, and more specifically, attacked ACW for its demoralizing treatment of women and the brutality of its matches.
Ginger's shocked face mirrors the crowd's angry outbursts of indignation.
Ginger: Oprah...Winfrey?
Aurelia: Correct. Ms. Winfrey went as far as to say "Anyone employed by ACW should be jailed for public indecency on the spot."
Ginger sinks back into his chair, sweat pouring from his face. His lips move, but produce no sound. Again, the only noise in the room is the low-pitched wailing, crescendoing by the second...
Aurelia: Like always, I have a solution.
Ginger: Oh God, thank God, Aurelia, you're an Angel.
Aurelia: That will do, Mr. Ginger. On Saturday, March 25, Genocide will air on television and pull in quite a few viewers. During the show, I am willing to put together a live public press conference showcasing ACW's clean morals and excellent etiquette. Ms. Winfrey will be rendered powerless in her campaign to bring ruin to this company.
The screaming reaches a new maximum level of volume. Sweat pours freely from Ginger's temples. His eyes dart from one corner of the room to the next.
Ginger: A live public press conference? ...We've never done them before...
Aurelia: Which is precisely why we should have one. You can't pass up this opportunity, Mr. Ginger. If Oprah presses her attack, this will mean the Armageddon your company has somehow managed to avoid for so long.
Ginger: I guess I have no choice...okay, go ahead with the conference.
The contrast in the room is apparent: an agonizing wailing of despair juxtaposed with Aurelia's chameleon smile...
Aurelia: Thank you, Mr. Ginger. You look a little peaky, make sure you take care of yourself.
Ginger: I think I'm gonna be sick...
He rushes out of the room, the screaming following him all the way to the toilet...
Aurelia watches him leave...her polite smile slips into a smug sneer while the camera fades to black...
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:13:32 GMT -5
Segment: ”Hidden” (Credit: WeDrag)
There’s always that moment in everyone’s career where they have the chance to really step up and show that they’re the best at what they can do. Tonight we see Tornado and Hunter fight in a one-on-one match, and it’s a chance for both men to prove what they’re really worth. cue Hunter, to where our cameraman is at this moment in time. He’s preparing for the match in the area just outside the arena entrance, wearing normal wrestling pants, and a black T-Shirt bearing ‘The Master of the Counter’ across. He just finishes off taping his wrists, and takes a look at his World Title. He considers taking it, but chooses not to since his match is a non-title match, the crew will keep an eye on it for now. He turns around to leave, but gets a nasty fright as Chairman Gingerdude stands, with a document in his hand.
Hunter: Listen, Gingerdude. I’m really not in the mood right now so if you’ll-
Gingerdude: I’m sorry Hunter, but this is important business I need to deal with you, regarding your match tonight.
Hunter: And?
Gingerdude: Well you’ve had a great reign so far. You’ve defeated the Macho Man RDK – twice – and Alicia Kitsune clean. You’ve managed to defend your belt against the best…
Gingerdude peers over Hunter’s shoulder, eyeing the belt.
Gingerdude: …of the best.
Hunter: And your point is?
Gingerdude: Well your reign reminds me of Yoko’s. She defended it against everyone, and defeated everyone. Now I know you like nothing more than to break records, so I’m giving you the chance tonight. By making your match a title match it will give you the opportunity to break Yoko’s record, and become the person to defend their title the most times.
Hunter sighs, clearly annoyed.
Hunter: Well clearly I have no choice.
Gingerdude: Good, I’m glad to see that you’re finally listening to me. Now good day, Hunter, and have a good match.
Gingerdude slyly smirks as he exits, with a spring in his step. Hunter looks pissed off, like he has done all night. He takes his shirt off, throwing it at the wall and grabbing the title reluctantly, ready to defend it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:14:18 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW World Title Match Hunter vs. Tornado (Credit: WD)
In the arena, Philip is about to get match 6 underway.
*ding*
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is the World Heavyweight Championship Match!
The fans cheer for the prospect of this match.
Coming to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 220 lbs…from Manchester, England, the Entertainment champion, Tornado!
‘Bring Da Ruckus’ by Wu Tang Clan hits and the fans give Tornado a mixed reaction as he walks through the curtain, bearing the recently-won Entertainment strap across his shoulder. He grins, and sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the turnbuckle, and allows his belt to fall to floor as he leaps over the ropes, landing in the ring as small pyros in each corner set off. Tornado then climbs a turnbuckle, showing off again before hitting a backflip, landing on his feet as he waits for his opponent.
Philip: And from Rochester, New York, weighing at 245 lbs…He is the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Hunter!
’Ex Nihilo’ by Dark Tranquility hits and the World Champion walks out to a very hostile reaction from the fans. Hunter, who scraped a lucky victory against the Welsh Dragon last week looks rather confident as he prepares to face Tornado for the very first time. He walks down the ramp and notices the Entertainment Title on the floor on the outside. Hunter picks it up, laughing at it, and drops it again. He enters the ring and takes the World Title off from around his waist, handing it over to the referee.
Bell Rings.
The two stalk the ring, circling it a couple of times before getting into a grapple hold. Hunter throws Tornado away, and gets in his way. Hunter gives Tornado a couple of punches to the face, and whips him at the ropes. Tornado rushes at the ropes and Hunter hits an Alabama Slam. He makes an early cover, but Tornado kicks out quite easily. Hunter gets up again, pretty pleased at his start as he lifts Tornado to his feet. He lifts Tornado up and throws him into the turnbuckle, and Tornado hits it hard. Hunter runs at him but Tornado hits a flying elbow. Hunter spins 180 degrees, feeling a little groggy as he holds his face. This gives Tornado time to rest, and also react as he jumps up and hits an Enziguri, surprising Hunter as he does it from behind. Hunter falls to one knee, and Tornado capitalizes further. He bounces off the ropes and hits a headscissors takedown. The fans give a small pop for Tornado, as he looks pretty confident about winning the match. He walks over to Hunter, and lifts him to his feet. He tries to whip Hunter at the ropes, but Hunter reverses it. Hunter ducks down but Tornado leaps over. He attempts to hit the Sunset Flip Piledriver, but Hunter hits a quick drop onto Tornado’s chest.
Hunter rolls off, and then back on making the cover, but again it’s not enough. Hunter lets out a sly smile towards the camera. He picks up Tornado, and hits him with a forearm. Tornado stumbles back, and Hunter grabs him and lifts him up, hitting a vertical suplex. Tornado is fallen near the corner, and Hunter waits at the other side for the spear. Tornado slowly gets to his feet, and Hunter runs at Tornado. But as he gets ready to connect, Tornado jumps up and hits another headscissors. The fans go crazy for the reversal, and cheer on as Tornado gets the cover: 1……2……kickout by Hunter. The fans ‘aww’ as Hunter got a shoulder up, but secretly know that it will take more than that for Tornado to win the match. Regardless, he gets up to his feet, still upbeat. He lifts Hunter up and kicks him in the gut. He then runs at the ropes, again hoping to hit the Cyclone Driver but Hunter moves up into a standing position and grabs Tornado around the belly, hitting a belly-to-belly overhead suplex. Hunter sees a good chance of winning. He turns Tornado around so he’s on his belly, and grabs the arms. He crosses them and lifts Tornado’s head up. Older members of the fans know what’s to happen next, and don’t like watching as Hunter cracks the curbstomp. He calmly rolls Tornado over, making the cover: 1
2
THRE-WHAT THE!?
The fans are completely shocked as Tornado manages to kick out of the move. Hunter shakes his head, visibly angry at not being able to beat Tornado there and then. He lifts the Untouchable Member up, and throws him at the ropes. He attempts a clothesline but Tornado ducks it. Tornado then springboards off the ropes, and takes down Hunter. Tornado quickly jumps off and hits another springboard move, this time into a Moonsault. He doesn’t make the cover though, instead getting to his feet. He climbs to the second rope, jumping off and hits an elbow to the temple of Hunter. Tornado slowly makes the cover: 1……2……Kickout by Hunter. Tornado cannot quite believe that he kicked out, but refuses to give up. He gets up, and lifts Hunter up too. He whips Hunter at the ropes and tries a dropkick, but Hunter holds himself at the ropes, causing Tornado to fall to the floor. As he lies on the floor, Hunter rushes in and hits an elbow. Hunter picks Tornado up and forces him into the corner. Hunter gives him a couple of punches, and then places him onto the top rope. Hunter follows, hooking the arm and trying to hit a Superplex. But Tornado doesn’t let it happen, and he gives Hunter a couple of elbows to the ribs, followed by a cheap punch to the face that causes him to fall.
Hunter slowly gets up to his feet, but Tornado by this time is already air bound. As he closes in on Hunter, he hooks him by the arm and hits a Swinging Tornado DDT. There’s another pop for the duo as Tornado slowly rolls back to his feet. The two have given a great high-paced performance so far, and now it’s the fans’ turn to appreciate it. Tornado waits at the ropes for Hunter to get up. Hunter slowly but surely gets to his feet, but immediately has to watch out for Tornado, who runs at him. But Hunter sees him in the corner of his eye, and lets out a huge unexpected Yakuza Kick. Tornado flies back to the ropes, needing to grab on in order to avoid falling to the ground. Hunter rests at the ropes opposite Tornado, but flexes his right arm. He poses with it for a couple of seconds, then runs at Tornado aiming a lariat. Tornado stays holding the ropes, and for good reason too, as when Hunter is about a metre away, Tornado drops down, pulling the ropes, and Hunter flies to the outside. Tornado rolls to the outside too, as the ref makes the count. Tornado hits some stiff kicks to the downed Hunter, with the crowd ‘WOOOO’-ing each one. Tornado then rolls into and back outside the ring, restarting the count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:14:55 GMT -5
Tornado lifts Hunter up and tries whipping him into the steel steps. However Hunter reverses it himself, and Tornado goes flying into them, knocking the top half off. The fans boo Hunter as he poses again, and goes over to Tornado. He picks him up, hitting a huge spinning spinebuster. He enters and exits the ring, restarting the count again. He lifts Tornado up and signals for the Mystery Olives. He lifts Tornado into the suplex, but Tornado flips to his feet. He kicks Hunter in the back, and then delivers a German Suplex. He gets to his feet, and rolls into the ring, with the referee at ‘5’. Tornado rests in the ring, showing off to the crowd but Hunter is able to slowly roll in at the count of ‘8’. Tornado quickly makes the cover, but as the referee is about to make the third count, Hunter gets his foot on the ropes. Tornado though thinks he’s won, and throws his arms in the air, if only for a second when he looks around and sees Hunter’s foot on the ropes. Annoyed, Tornado lifts Hunter up and whips him at the ropes. But as they rejoin, Hunter whips Tornado at the ropes, running at them himself. Hunter takes Tornado down with a big running lariat. He makes a cover, but Tornado manages to kick out right after the count of two.
Hunter gets to his feet, not quite sure what to think of Tornado’s determination to win. But unlike last Thursday, Hunter knows that he won’t be able to in because of demons, and must win fairly. He picks Tornado up and makes a shotgun taunt, obviously going for the Shotgun move. He lifts Tornado into a suplex, drops him down and it appears that Hunter may have botched the move slightly as he ends up becoming worse off. But closer inspection will tell you that Tornado managed to hook Hunter’s head and hit a DDT, instead of the Rock Bottom move being hit. This is Tornado’s best chance at winning the match. He picks Hunter up, and then runs at the ropes. He tries hitting a scissors kick, but Hunter ducks it. He then kicks Tornado in the gut, and gets him into the Red Apple Driver Finisher. Hunter hits the move, and the arena is dead, save for a few boos, as Hunter places a hand on Tornado’s chest, counting with the referee as he looks around the arena.
ONE
TWO
THR-KICKOUT AGAIN BY TORNADO!!!
The look on Hunter’s face is priceless. He is also conveniently looking at the Alphatron at this point, so got full view of the action. Hunter just turns around and looks at the referee, slightly bemused with disbelief. RAF though firmly says ‘two’, and Hunter knows better than to argue with the Air Force Veteran. But it’s still a big shock that Tornado kicked out, and Hunter is still a little shocked as he picks him up. But Tornado grabs the arms of Hunter, and rolls him into a small package:
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
Words are hard to describe the scenes that have happened here. The fans go absolutely nuts as Tornado immediately lets go of the hold, and the look on his face is just pure astonishment. Philip proudly enters the ring, holding a microphone in his hand.
Philip: Here is your winner…AND THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, TORNADO!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:19:38 GMT -5
Hunter is just absolutely shocked. Once again his face is a picture as he confronts RAF, claiming he had a hand on the ropes. RAF just shoves him away, prepared to hand the World Title belt to Tornado. The fans are still going ecstatic, on par for the biggest pop in ACW history. Hunter holds his hands in his head, as Tornado is on his knees. A tear almost comes to his eye as RAF is about to hand him the title, but moments before he places it in his hand, a familiar voice can be heard.: Whoa whoa whoa here. The camera quickly points over to the titantron, where Jonny Omega is standing. The fans don’t really know what to expect as he stands on the ramp, with a microphone in his hand.Omega: I’m sorry to burst the bubble on everyone’s celebration, but this match has to continue, right now! The fans look confused, with Hunter practically begging to Omega.Omega: Hunter, like he rightly claimed, managed to grab the ropes with his hand at the final moment. Roll the footage. We see a clip of the pinfall, with Tornado getting what appears to be a clean pinfall. Tornado is still kneeling down, ready to take the World Title, and claiming that there was nothing wrong with the cover.Omega: But let’s see this from a different angle! The camera rolls from a different angle, and in slow motion. As the referee slams his hand down to make the third count, Hunter stretches his arm out and grabs hold of the ropes, but only for a split second as he loses grip. The clip is shown again, and it shows that the third count was made a precisely the same time as Hunter got the ropes. The footage ends, and the fans are mixed with cheers and boos as Omega smiles from the ramp.Omega: So RAF, you got a very easy choice to make. But me, I gotta go. My taxi’s been waiting for ten minutes now! Omega leaves the ramp, leaving Tornado red-faced with anger and slight embarrassment. RAF takes the belt away and has no option but to tell Philip to have the match restarted.Philip: Well…sorry for that slight delay, but this match will be restarted! You have to feel for Tornado. He looks completely down as Hunter has a huge grin on his face. He puts his hands on the head of Tornado, but Tornado shoves him away. The fans cheer again, as Tornado’s spirit hasn’t appeared to be broken. He begins to kick Hunter, hitting a grand total of seven roundhouse kicks to the stomach. He runs off the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Hunter holds his neck as he slowly gets up, but Tornado launches himself into the air, hitting the Eye of the Storm (Pele Kick). The fans go crazy again as Tornado slowly climbs the ropes. He leaps off, attempting to hit the Whirlwind (360 Corkscrew Splash), but Hunter rolls out of the way. Tornado lands badly on his back, and this allows Hunter to recuperate. He manages to get up to his feet slowly, and takes a breath of fresh air as he looks at Tornado. He nods in agreement to himself, obviously showing signs of his ‘schizophrenia’ from the past. He lifts Tornado up, and rests him on his shoulders. He swings him around in the F5, into the Rock Bottom. But as Tornado is dropped, he struggles out and kicks Hunter in the stomach. He runs at the ropes, and tries to hit the Cyclone Driver. But he’s unable to hit the move on Hunter, and not even able to take him off the ground. Instead, Hunter lifts Tornado into a torture rack, and quickly driving him into the ground to complete the Volcano Driver. Hunter manages to make the cover, and even Tornado is unable to kick out of the cover, as RAF counts the 1-2-3. Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion…Hunter! ’Ex Nihilo’ hits again and Hunter takes another deep breath, more relieved than anything as he gets to his feet, and takes his world title. He drops to the floor and rolls out the ring, ignoring the boos from the many fans in the arena as he trundles up the ramp. He leaves the area. The camera points finally at Tornado, who’s slowly getting to his feet with the aid of RAF. The fans are on their feet, breaking kayfabe as they give him a standing ovation. He may have only won the title unofficially, but he showed just how much of a threat hey may become to be.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:22:15 GMT -5
Segment: Pardon the Interruption (Credit: ??) The fans are waiting for the next match, when without warning, a message replaces the view of the arena on the alphatron:I hear like a blind man hears and see like a deaf man sees There is no escape…3-25-06… Pray… …And then it’s gone, leaving some of the fans wondering if they imagined the whole thing. Genocide is getting more interesting by the day…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:22:49 GMT -5
Segment: On the horizon (Credit: Sssh, it’s a secret!)
This past Monday on Warfare, Hunter was sent a message by a voice over the PA. Though we never got to see the man’s face, we can confirm he is an “old” friend of Hunter’s.
We slowly cut to a dark room. Only a table with candles occupies as we can see rain falling outside from a window. One man does occupy the room as we can hear a voice speaking to us in the background.
“Liberate… my madness”
We cannot see the man’s face due to it being covered by a hooded robe. The man does appear to be a bit big by the looks of it.
“Liberate… my madness”
Man: “Genocide is already shaping up to be a five star pay per view. Hunter takes on Atomic Kitsune in the Asylum for the ACW World title, a title I may be holding in the near future…”
“Liberate… my madness”
Man: “Yes, I will be at Genocide to address the public regarding ACW and what 2006 holds in store. We’ve already had some spectacular moments in the company. And the main event at Genocide should be a match of gigantic proportions.”
“Saved - You're such a slave - I don't expect a Name - You don't care - I wasn't witness - I can't be a part of a system such as this Hard eyes - Glow right - In my - Darkness - Again With the sickness, renegade blisters, sisters, Salivate, litigate, liberate, madness, sadness Fuck this - How long have I had this? I don't need this - Outta my business Insert, engage, betrayed, MY GOD”
Man: “I will be backstage at Warfare but I refuse to reveal my identity to anyone, especially Hunter and his cronies. So with that in mind, see you this Monday, I guess.”
The man throws his arms and the candles are blown out. Lightning is visible through the window as we slowly…
FADE OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:23:56 GMT -5
Match 7: Dan vs. Santiago vs. OnlyRedsFan
The show is three-quarters complete, and has been great even by ACW’s high standards. The last two events have much to live up to… but they certainly have the potential to do that, and anticipation is high as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The penultimate match tonight is a triple threat contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio, he is a member of the Untouchables… TheOnlyRedsFan!
”Reptile” hits, and Red gets a decent heel reaction off of the crowd. Although not one of ACW’s most well known stars, he has a capacity for pulling off surprising victories, and only the foolish would count him out of this. He reaches the ring and steps through the ropes, conserving his energy for the match to come.
Philip: Next, from Cardiff, Wales, he is also a member of the Untouchables… “Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
As the Welsh National anthem (remix) plays, the crowd is curious to see what sort of shape Dan is in. He emerges into the light and walks coolly down the ramp; he clearly has chosen to ignore the doctor’s warning to him. What consequences that will have remains to be seen, but for now everything seems normal as Dan enters the ring and gives Red a slight nod of acknowledgement.
Philip: And last but not least, from Syracuse, New York, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable and the current ACW International Champion… Santiago Rivera!
”Nymphetamine” hits, and the crowd continues to boo as Santiago shows himself, holding up his belt defiantly to all and sundry. He takes his time reaching the ring, and then flaunts his title once again before handing it over to the referee. The belt is dispatched to the outside, and the referee completes the necessary checks before calling for the bell.
Bell Rings.
There’s one man in the ring who doesn’t want to waste a second, and that’s Dan White. After the strange events of Warfare, he’s on a mission to re-assert himself, and he launches into an audacious attack on both Santiago and Red at once, hitting them with alternate punches. The speed of this momentarily confuses his opponents, and this lets Dan grab the upper hand – or rather Santiago’s arm as he throws him into the ropes. Santiago reaches them and bounces back; his head clears and he charges at Dan, who promptly sidesteps so that Santiago clotheslines Red instead. Dan looks pleased with himself until he realizes that Santiago has gone directly to a pin on the disorientated Red, and the referee is counting, 1…2- Dan runs in and pulls Santiago off at the 2 count. Santiago is angry, and jumps up, hitting Dan with a string of forearm blows, which Dan returns in kind until the whole thing is gatecrashed by Red rushing forward and tackling Dan from behind, bringing down Santiago as well in the process. Red shoves Dan over into a cover, 1…- Dan kicks out hard, and rubs his head as he gets up. He immediately has to dodge Santiago’s swinging kick, but gets a second to recover as Red approaches Santiago from behind and struggles to deliver a German suplex to his foe. As he looks upon the scene, Dan finds his vision blurring – he shakes his head and tells himself to snap out of it, and just in time too as Red delivers his Hurricanrana back roll to Boston crab combination. Santiago is stranded in the middle of the ring, and Dan has to intervene before Santiago’s resolve weakens too far. With a renewed sense of urgency, Dan produces his Double Whammy kick combination and drives Red into the mat, only for Santiago to engage with him before he can even think about a cover.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:24:51 GMT -5
With Red temporarily disabled, Santiago and Dan exchange blows from fists and feet. Dan gets the best of things at first, but then overdoes a swinging punch and allows Santiago to counter smoothly into the Prey Killer. Santiago tries a pin but barely makes it to the 2 count; Dan gets back up, but his vision starts to swim again, and then he abruptly sways and jumps backward as if given some sort of shock. In his head, Dan fights to regain control – the looming figure of Torak is back, where Santiago ought to be. This time though Dan strives to overcome it, telling himself it’s not real, and attacks Santiago/Torak at full power. Santiago finds himself having to defend against an almost manic opponent, but Dan is having trouble directing his attacks properly, and misses more than he hits. Sensing a chance, Red (who has wisely taken the chance to recuperate) moves in, and Dan finds himself under attack from two “shapeshifting” men at once. One second Santiago is flanked by Torak, the next Red is there with Torak on his opposite side; Dan’s movements become wilder and more desperate, and Red hits him with his running Bicycle Kick, going straight for the pin. Santiago intervenes and pushes him aside as Dan kicks out at the 2 count; Santiago lifts Dan up and slams him down on top of Red to stun him, and then delivers his Santiago spinner to Dan as he rolls off. The crowd shouts out as Santiago pins, 1…2...- Dan kicks out on instinct, and as a furious Red hauls Santiago up and starts to punch him, Dan rolls to the outside of the ring.
He stares at the two other men and holds his head; his vision has stabilized, but he knows it could fail again at any moment. Disorientated and dazed, Dan locates the ramp and starts to weave his way up it – he has no intention of conceding another pin in the way that he did on Warfare. The referee sees this, and shouts his 10 count, bringing the fight between Santiago and Red to a halt. But Dan has no intention of coming back, and there is confusion as the referee reaches 10.
The referee slips out of the ring, and consults the timekeeper for a few moments. He the returns, and Philip announces what’s going on.
Philip: I have been informed that since Dan White has been counted out, he is eliminated from this match. However, since neither of his opponents has secured a pinfall or submission, they will continue the contest until a winner is found.
The crowd gives a small pop, pleased that the match will continue, and the bell is rung again to confirm that the contest is officially restarted. Santiago and Red don’t require any further encouragement; their chances of picking up a victory just increased substantially, and they resume hostilities with renewed vigor. Red goes to work on Santiago’s arms, twisting them around behind him, but Santiago kicks out behind to dislodge Red and then breaks out some crowd-pleasing chops, accompanied by the obligatory “Wooo!” chant. Red takes several steps backward, but then blocks and uses a Russian Legsweep to ground Santiago; he jumps up and tries to apply his “Mr. Red” Texas Cloverleaf. A struggle ensues, and Santiago just barely manages to escape before the hold is locked, but Red isn’t put off and he whips Santiago to the ropes, ducks under as Santiago returns and then waits for just the right moment as he rebounds a second time to go for the Death Wish. As he lifts Santiago, however, the International champion applies a headscissors, so that Red can’t complete the powerbomb properly. He drops into a simple (rather than spiral) powerbomb, and Santiago grimaces, but does not release the hold, and Red finds himself running low on oxygen. He forces Santiago’s shoulders to the mat and the referee counts 1….2…- Santiago breaks at the last possible moment, and rolls up as Red fights to stand and meet him. Weakened, Red’s reactions are slowed, and he doesn’t quite evade Santiago’s ten gallon boot in time. Feeling the effects of the match himself, Santiago raises Red up and delivers the Texas Tea (California Roll); the referee is in place and makes the count, 1…2…3.
Philip: Here is your winner… Santiago Rivera!
Santiago slowly rises; his back hurts from Red’s powerbomb, but in the end he just managed to wear his foe down that little bit faster. He celebrates his win, but it’s tinged by the knowledge that he hasn’t conclusively beaten Dan White, his bigger rival. Red rolls to the outside and glares at Santiago, but is also annoyed with his stablemate’s antics – there will probably be words in the Untouchables locker room after this.
As for the fans, they are now more curious than ever to work out what exactly is up with the Welsh Dragon. But for that they’ll have to wait a little longer…
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:25:41 GMT -5
Segment: Contractual Obligations (Credit:?)
Coming back from the break, Chairman Gingerdude is seen standing directly underneath the Alphatron screen, with what appears to be a contract in one hand, and a microphone in the other. Ginger looks to the side, motioning to an assistant, and turns back to the camera to speak.
Chairman Gingerdude: Very well then. As we all know, Senator Steve Phillips has decided to leave Alpha Championship Wrestling for what he calls his day job. I hate to be the spoilsport, but I must take action at this point. Senator Phillips stated that he was taking leave of a regular schedule, and showed me a clause in his contract that allowed him to take leave of the company as long as he made a televised announcement beforehand. However, I am sorry to say that the clause is null and void.
Ginger once again turns to the side, ordering another assistant to run to the back.
Ginger: Since the late Mercer Stanton managed to wrest Senator Phillips’ contract, he made a few changes to it that previously went unmentioned and I was only recently notified on them. Apparently, Senator Phillips did not know this either, and for that, I am sorry. In short, Stanton crossed out the first three lines of Section 3, subsection 4, which stated that Phillips could take his leave with televised notice. Unfortunately, I feel that it is in the best interests of Alpha Championship Wrestling and the fans to bring Senator Phillips back to active competition, however reluctantly. So as such, I send this message out to the Senator: you must return to active competition here in ACW, or face a breach of services suit from the ACW legal department. I know that you have an excellent legal team, but it would be better just to come back, Senator.
Ginger once again motions to a returning, and exhausted assistant, who hands him what appears to be a manila envelope.
Ginger: When you do, I believe that you will be quite busy…for I have now officially booked you in absence for Genocide…into the Asylum, to compete for the ACW title…that will be all.
Fade Out.
(Credit, as you might have guessed, goes to the Senator)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:26:32 GMT -5
Segment: Pour Some Sugar on Me (Credit: ??/Daisy)
The lovely Daisy is seen traveling down a hallway…but not one in the ACW Arena. This one is in the hotel she stays at since she is suspended. She is returning to her room after going out for some quick dinner. But the door is ajar! What horrors could possibly lurk inside? A crazed fan? A killer croc? Kevin Costner? She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tiny bottle of mace saved for just such an occasion, and approaches the door. What she sees inside only angers her.
Daisy: Hey! What are you doing?!
Inside the room are A-1 Capone, Packrat Red, and Fancy Dan. They were going through her clothes before she saw them and were clearly not expecting her to be back. Capone and Red look panicked, but Fancy Dan remains calm.
Dan: Hello! I know what this looks like, but I can explain.
Daisy: Explain it with your hand OUT of my underwear!
Fancy Dan quickly pulls his hand out of the shelf he was going through.
Dan: You probably think this is some kind of panty raid or something. Well, it’s not. We have official orders!
He pulls a folded up piece of paper out of his suit and holds it toward her.
Dan: Under the official request of Ms. Aurelia, we’ve been ordered to search your room and seize any sexy clothing, as to make you comply with her rules.
Daisy: That’s ridiculous!
Dan: I don’t make the rules, lady.
Packrat Red holds up a large purple bra, inspecting it.
Red: Say, if I may ask youse kindly, how big are your knockers?
Daisy walks over to Red, jerks the bra from his hands, and sprays some of the mace in his eyes. He recoils in pain and with a yelp, clawing at his eyes.
Red: Ahhh it was only a question!
Daisy: I want you all out of my room right now, or I’ll call hotel security.
Dan: What would you do if I told you we ARE hotel security?
Daisy: I’d have to call your bluff and call the real security.
Dan: Fine, fine. We know when we’re not wanted. We have what we need anyway. Come on guys.
With that, they head for the door. Except for Capone, that is. He’s struggling to drag a large suitcase full of Daisy’s clothes. He gives up and pulls a bottle of steak sauce from his coat and turns it straight up for a drink. Then there’s alarm in his eyes.
Capone: …I’m out of A-1.
Red walks over to him while still rubbing his eyes and pulls out his own bottle and hands it to him.
Red: Swiped it from the ACW cafeteria for ya, buddy.
Capone: You’re a lifesaver.
He takes a drink from the new bottle and then exhales loudly. He then puts it into his coat and lays the old bottle on Daisy’s dresser, then effortlessly picks up the suitcase and walks out of the room with the other two, closing the door behind him. Once out in the hall, Red holds up Daisy’s purse in one hand, and the same bra he had earlier in the other one.
Red: Hey boss, youse think Amy’d like these?
Dan: I told you to stop messing with that hooker, you moron.
Red: Hey, she’s not a hooker. She’s just classy.
Capone: She’s whatever you pay her to be, man. But yeah, I think she’ll like that purse. Looks expensive. Don’t think the bra will fit her though.
Red: Eh, it could come in handy, ya know?
Dan: Whatever, let’s just get those clothes back.
Red: Right, right.
They step into the elevator.
Capone: Maybe you can give it to Dan’s mom.
The door closes and the screen fades to the sound of a loud thwack.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:27:51 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London and Predator vs. Jonny Spade & Bre McKey (Credit: BK; opening/closing events credit: Bre Mckey)
The fans are waiting for the main event to begin, but then the arena grows dark as "Lost to Apathy" by Dark Tranquility plays loudly over the chanting crowds, with smoke coming from the ramp that leads toward the ring. Ms. Bre McKey comes from the back wearing a corseted shirt with black wrestling shorts, covering her collar while ringing her hands around her neck. Camera zooms into the leash pulled as she comes out with fans shown in a mixed reaction. She runs her hands across her face as Sir Aleister smiles, slowly coming from the back with the leash in his hands. He pulls against Ms. Bre McKey's leash as she pulls back. His wicked laugh seeps through the crowd as "Lost to Apathy" echoes through the stands.
Philip: Er… the main event tonight is a tag team contest set for one fall… introducing first, from parts unknown, accompanied by Aleister… Bre McKey! (barely audible: God, what a bastard, why doesn’t Ginger do something about this creep…)
Sir Aleister escorts Bre to the ring in a man-handling manner, pulling her leash as her animalistic ways cause her to growl through her hands. She attempts to run into the ring but noticing she has her collar and leash, she bows her head, simmering with anger towards Aleister. He smiles at her obedience and leads her up the stairs with the leash. He looks at the ropes as she frowns and whimpers. Bre McKey sits on the middle rope as Aleister goes through first. He closes his eyes as Bre McKey sits for a moment on the rope. He looks at her angrily as she doesn't respond to him. He pulls violently against the leash as she falls on her face in the middle of the ring. Fans boo while she crawls over to her side of the turnbuckle, feeling her body against the mat with her dark eyes leveled to the ground. The music fades as Aleister wraps the leash around his hands a few times and smiles a wide grin to the filled arena. More booing comes along as he pulls up a microphone to his wicked grin.
Aleister "Before we start this match ... my own creation went behind my back, and requested this damn of a match. I am very happy to know it is a main event match yet, not contented at who she had chosen as a partner. But, none the less ... you may perhaps all see, this is what glory looks like. In this ring, we have the most upcoming AND the most uprising superstar in this industry…but that isn't within the control of HER needs or strivings ... it's within MINE!"
Sir Aleister holds his laugh in as he looks over at Bre McKey, still the fans boo as Aleister's thick English accent and distinctive style of speech overpowers the crowd’s animosity.
Aleister "Oh, holy hell. Don't tell me you don't believe that you think there is actual talent beyond this?! The females in this industry are NO comparison to my creation here ... the way they show off their bodies in that suggestive way and to actually think they show off talent? Unless by talent, you mean character to make a man weak to his knees and then stab him in the back just to get what your greedy hands want. That's not how things go about in front of Sir Aleister, is it ..."
He slowly turns around and stares into Bre McKey's eyes. She bites her lip as he pulls her leash. She follows his command of sitting before his feet and watches him slap his leg lightly while snapping his fingers. She comes over slowly as she lightly pulls out a sentimental gift she received earlier. She lightly moves it towards her face to have a little taste as Aleister growls and pulls her hand away from her mouth. She kisses her hand as he pushes her on her back and puts his foot on her stomach.
Aleister "BRE! Where the HELL did you get this?! It's that Spade isn't it! Well, McKey ... tonight is YOUR special night ... I would like to introduce you to a very significant chap I met backstage previously but... may this be revealed later. I do not mind if you lose or not, Bre … because of course tonight IS the night, McKey and a special ... sentimental value to our ambitions will and is going to be achieved. Ladies ... and men of the arena, I present to you her final words and time as Bre McKey. May your partner in crime come out tonight ... oh, come on … welcome out your partner ... "
Aleister laughs maniacally as he unleashes Bre McKey and rolls to the side of the ring, waiting for the match to be over. She is shoved to a turnbuckle corner as she screams inside of her cloak, waiting for Jonny Spade.
There is a pause, and the “Bodies” hits; the crowd cheers, and Jonny comes out with an expression as black as a thundercloud.
Philip: And her partner, from Toronto, Ontario, he is a member of the Untouchables and one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions… Jonny Spade!
Jonny storms down the ramp, and the crowd leans forward, keen to see what’s about to happen. The six time tag champ walks right up to Aleister until they are nose to nose, and simply stares; but Aleister knows Spade cannot act, and laughs in his face. Controlling his emotions by the narrowest of margins, Jonny enters the ring and simply looks at Bre, giving her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Bre continues to hide, but peeps out at him, that little flash of hope still in her eyes.
As the two wrestlers wait, “Hold Ya Head” hits, and the cheers become boos as BK and Predator make their entrance jointly.
Philip: And their opponents, from Winnipeg, Canada and Brooklyn, New York… Predator and BK London!
BK is a picture of confidence as he heads to the ring with Predator beside him. The two size up their opponents, and smirk when they see Bre; clearly they’re not expecting much of a challenge. Jonny steps forward, and the referee, frustrated by all the delay, calls for the bell at once.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:28:26 GMT -5
Jonny and Predator want to start this match with each other and their partners respect their decision and they head to their respective corners. Predator licks his lips at the opportunity of facing Jonny Spade again after being a victim to his Jonormous Slam multiple times. The two walk to the center of the ring to lock up but Predator catches Jonny off guard and delivers a knee to his abdomen. Jonny, who is holding his abdomen, is obviously taken by surprise from the dirty attack by Predator, but it should be noted that Predator has a history of doing these sorts of things. Predator thrusts Jonny into the corner and then begins to drive is shoulder in his abdomen repeatedly, almost drilling a hole into him figuratively. Predator beats his chest to express his dominance and receives heat from the crowd by doing this, but he doesn't care and he just whips Jonny into the opposite corner with alot of impact. Jonny ricochets off the turnbuckle and lands face first on the mat below, now holding his back in pain. Predator, walking very cockily, approaches Jonny and as Jonny attempts to get up he slaps him in the back of the head. Jonny is now on all fours and Predator manages to hit him with a stiff soccer kick to his abdomen, sending him rolling towards the other side of the ring in pain. Predator picks up Jonny and tags in his partner BK London who is anxious to break Jonny in since he wants to be in the Aslyum so much. Predator holds up Jonny and BK delivers some hard body shots to him before RAF warns him to stop or face disqualification. BK stops the assault and then he picks up Jonny and tosses him through the middle and top rope onto the outside before distracting the referee.
While on the outside, Predator hops off the apron and he stalks Jonny from behind. Jonny finally manages to get to a vertical base and he turns around only to receive a spear back first into the steel steps, a la Edge at RR2006. Jonny is really now in a lot of pain and Predator quickly scoops him up and tosses him back into the ring. BK pulls Jonny towards the center of the ring, aware of his ring presence, and he hooks the leg of Jonny but it is broken up by his partner Bre McKey. BK rises up and McKey quickly heads back to her corner as she must oblige by the 5 second rule. BK picks up Jonny and sets him up in the corner before literally slapping the spit out of his mouth. Jonny can barely stand up from himself so BK picks up Jonny and puts him into the tree of woe. Predator attempts to enter the ring but the referee stops him and this gives BK London the opportunity to hit Jonny with a right hand to the ol' nut sack. Jonny holds his groin in pain and BK walks away from the scene, and as Predator goes back onto his apron he pretends like nothing has happened. BK picks up Jonny and brings him towards his corner before delivering a scoop slam to him. BK then tags in Predator and with an amazing feat of athleticism Predator manages to hit a Outside-to-Inside Springboard Moonsault on Jonny. Predator covers Jonny but Jonny rests his leg on the bottom rope and RAF breaks the count. Bre, who is still fresh, stands on the apron hoping for Jonny to recover from this onslaught. Predator then signals for the end and he stalks Jonny from behind again.
Jonny gets up and Predator attempts the Fresh Kill, he has Jonny in position but then all of a sudden Jonny gets his legs free and they land on the ground. He now uses his power to lift Predator up in an electric chair position, and then drop him back first onto the mat. The crowd goes absolutely nuts for this desperation attack and now both partners call for the tag. Jonny is still severely hurt from the attack on his ribs by both BK and Predator but Predator is knocked for a loop thanks to the Electric Chair Drop. Finally the two show signs of life and begin crawling to their corners but Predator gets to his first. He tags BK and as Jonny is about to make the tag to Bre, BK delivers a huge shoulder tackle to Bre which knocks her off the apron. Jonny drops to the ground with now partner now and BK rolls out the ring and he grabs a steel chair. He attempts to enter the ring with a steel chair but RAF gets out of the ring and he stops him, proving another distraction. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Predator grabs a steel chair from under the ring and he brings it into the ring. He drives the top of the chair into Jonny's abdomen before throwing out the evidence and heading back to his corner. BK finally drops the chair and he rolls back into the ring, looking for a win.
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