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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:01:46 GMT -5
Segment: Beg or Borrow (Credit: Gooeygarth)
The scene opens with Garth walking into the garage with his parrot on his shoulder and his keys in his hand. But what he sees next obviously left him in a worse mood than forgetting something like crackers.
Gooey: Oh for the love of....
Garth runs to his car and kneels to inspect his tires
Gooey: Popped, defalted, useless. All of em. Figures, I had to of parked on the only place some drunk fuck had to smash beer bottles on his head. Though they do look oddly familiar..
Garth then recognizes the shards of glass as his own, even his own calling card complete with date done in chalk on the ground
Gooey: Eeer...Anyways, how the shit am I gonna fix this..
Garth deeply sighs then stands up to investigate his surroundings. From completely despaired, to what seems to be an awful ingenious idea strike his mind shows on his face. After opening his trunk and fetching some tools he promptly gets to work.
Fade Out.
Section Break
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. VorteX
There is a noticeable rise in excitement amongst the fans as Philip returns to the ring, for the next match pits two of ACW’s hottest new talents against one another.
Philip: This next match is a singles match set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from near Death Valley, California… VorteX!
There is a strong wave of cheering as “Faint” by Linkin Park hits, and the crowd continues to respond positively as VorteX appears into the curiously-lit arena. He walks to the ring, enters, and is framed by the single spotlight before his pyro burst is executed; he then looks around at the fans before setting up his ladder and taking a seat on it in his customary fashion.
Philip: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida… the “Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake!
”Blind” by Silverchair plays, and the second Rattlesnake comes into view, the crowd starts to boo ferociously. Rattlesnake folds his arms and gives the fans a withering look in response, before heading to the ring; when he sets eyes on his opponent, his cocky smirk returns to his face. He ascends the steps and climbs through the ropes, walking around VorteX on his ladder – and then without warning aims a powerful kick at the side of it, destabilizing the ladder and forcing VorteX to jump clear.
VorteX catches the ladder before it can fall completely, and gives Rattlesnake an angry glare of his own as the crowd also boos. Such disrespect is not something VorteX will tolerate, and he quickly removes his ladder to the outside before sliding back in, now itching to get this match underway. The referee is willing and able to oblige, and swiftly calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
It would be understandable if VorteX were to throw himself straight into a direct attack on his foe, given his annoyance at Rattlesnake’s attitude; but VorteX has a wise head on his young shoulders, and he is aware that he has something of a mountain to climb against his heavier, taller, and vastly more experienced opponent. So he stays light on his feet, and circles rapidly, forcing Snake to try and turn with him, and then abruptly runs to the ropes to rebound with increased momentum. Snake tries to stand firm, but VorteX collides powerfully and takes him down, going for a surprise pin. The referee counts, 1- Snake kicks out, and rolls back up on to his feet, grasping VorteX by his raven hair. The crowd boos as Rattlesnake repeatedly strikes VorteX in the upper chest and face, and then delivers a ring-shaking powerslam. VorteX’s eyes widen at the force of the impact, and Rattlesnake smirks, taunting his foe with his gaze as the younger man pulls himself back up on to his feet. There is much booing from the fans as Snake uses some hefty kicks on VorteX, but VorteX backs off toward the ropes and as Snake moves in to try and clothesline him over, VorteX sidesteps, gets behind Snake and dropkicks him between the shoulderblades. With Snake already leaning forward, the bigger man is sent over the top to the outside, and the crowd cheers loudly as he lands with a thump. Things only get worse for Snake as VorteX raises his arms, and then leaps from the ropes into a moonsault, landing on top of his foe and making the crowd at the front gawp with amazement at the close-up display of agility. The referee starts his 10-count on both men, as they attempt to find their feet once more.
Rattlesnake is rarely in the best of moods, but he’s now seething at VorteX’s success, and even through his opponent is the first one up Snake ducks his roundhouse kick and then surges forward, lifting the lighter man right off his feet and then charging at full tilt into the corner post. VorteX gasps in pain at the impact, and Snake drops him, letting him slide down against the post into a sitting position. The crowd boos angrily as Snake stomps seven shades out of his foe; VorteX has to roll sideways to escape, and scrambles back on to his feet, hearing the referee count “four” as he does so. He tries to make it back into the ring, but Snake hasn’t finished with him yet, and pulls him off of the apron; VorteX struggles, and Snake just barely manages to complete his pumphandle slam before losing his grip. The fans continue to boo Snake, and a chant of “Vor-tex! Vor-tex!” kicks off; this gets under the skin of Rattlesnake, and he yells back at the crowd, failing to notice VorteX getting up. He’s also neglected to note that they’re close to the timekeeper’s corner, where VorteX’s ladder is standing; the crowd starts to react loudly as VorteX quietly moves to the ladder, climbs up… and then sends the fans wild by leaping off into his Exclamation Point dropkick. Rattlesnake is sent staggering sideways into the safety barrier, and VorteX dives back into the ring as the referee yells “seven”. Disorientated, Snake struggles to make his legs work and looks to be in real trouble; he claws his way to the apron, but VorteX stamps on his fingers and does all he can to stop Snake from beating the count. As the referee reaches “nine”, Snake gets on to the apron and shoves VorteX away, allowing him to re-enter the ring just in time to beat the count-out.
VorteX can sense that he has to act right away, and puts all his energy into a flurry of roundhouse kicks, driving Rattlesnake back into the corner. With the fans roaring him on, VorteX goes for the Whirlwind of Destruction, a move which already has the fans marking out every time it’s performed. He delivers is beautifully and the noise is incredible as he covers, 1…2…- Rattlesnake kicks out, but it’s incredibly close, and VorteX’s look of frustration says it all. He immediately goes to the corner, intent on using his Blackout dropkick, but it’s a risky proposition and Snake goes after him, ascending the ropes until the pair are precariously balanced. VorteX bravely tries to dislodge his opponent, but Snake is too powerful and too heavy, and there is a cry of dismay from the fans as Snake produces a hugely impressive Superplex. Both men take the impact, but Snake has the greater will to battle through it and he stands, takes a look at his foe and then easily lifts him on to his shoulders. Rattlesnake delivers the Snakebite with characteristic force, and this combined with the previous impact is just too much for VorteX to withstand. Rattlesnake pins, hooking the leg, and picks up the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake!
”Blind” hits again, and the fans boo as Snake stands up. He smirks, but his eyes show that he was tested in that match, and he’s not well disposed to that kind of performance from someone he considers to be beneath him. The crowd reacts angrily as Snake gives VorteX a kick in the ribs – but instead of collapsing again, VorteX suddenly seems galvanized, and leaps back on to his feet. He lashes out, returning the kick, and Rattlesnake has to make a quick retreat, much to the pleasure of the fans. Snake and VorteX stare one another down for a few seconds… Rattlesnake may have won this contest, but VorteX is anything but defeated in attitude. He raises his arms to the fans, and they cheer him as Snake exits, vowing inwardly to crush VorteX as soon as the opportunity arises…
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:02:55 GMT -5
Segment: On the Couch (Credit: WeDrag)
Last Tuesday…
The titantron plays a scene, and as the title suggests, it’s from last Tuesday. What we see is a room with dark, burgundy-coloured wallpaper, and a bookshelf covering the west wall. There’s a window facing straight on, and it’s clear that the building is high up as the ground cannot immediately be seen. An afternoon rainstorm has been fluttering around, which is not the norm as the weather had been sunny earlier. The camera turns to see Dan White in casual street clothes sitting on a pivot chair, hands clasped and waiting for the doctor to arrive. It’s easy to tell that he’s been there for a rather long time, and he looks a little agitated. He places one leg on the knee of the other, crosses his arms and whistles the ‘Bad Boys’ song. Just as that moment happens, the large door opposite the bookshelf swings open, and a dark-skinned man wearing glasses, with short gray hair and a small beard walks through the door, holding a clipboard. He looks like a cheery fellow, wearing a dark gray suit, and looks to have a pretty good body somatotype. His name badge reads ‘Dr. Phil Straussenburg, PhD’ and he sits on the seat the patient would rather sit on, with Dan showing no intention to move.[/i]
Phil: Hello, Dan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Phil extends a hand, and Dan reads the badge as he goes to shake.
Dan: Hey, can I just call you Phil? My vocals are a little stressed, y’know how them things are, Doc.
Dan nudges Phil in the arm, who gives a teacher’s glare to Dan. He calmly takes off his glasses, placing them into his pocket. He skims over the writing on the clipboard, scanning the required information.
Phil: My, my, Mr. White. It appears that you’re having troubles doing your job. You claim to say that a man keeps appearing in your vision, all though nobody else can see him.
The doctor looks up to Dan.
Phil: Look, Dan. The Boogeyman doesn’t exist, and there are no such things as imaginary friends.
Dan: Hey doc, that’s hardly fair to say. I thought you were here to analyze, y’know. See what’s tinkering with my brain. I want you to know why I’m getting these images.
Phil: Well…if you would explain them first please. I’m not too clear on the details.
Dan: Ok. Basically, I’m wrestling. And this only usually happens when I’m about the win a match, right? But what happens is that my mind suddenly flashes around. I see this figure in my head, and his head replaces everyone else in…that I can see. So the referee’s head has been replaced by this. The commentator’s head. My opponent’s head. Everyone in the crowd. And it’s just gotten to a point where I cannot bear it anymore.
Phil: Hmm…How many times has this happened to you?
Dan: Only twice. It happened as I was about to defeat Hunter, for the World Heavyweight Championship. It also happened in a triple threat match between myself, Santiago Rivera and Red. That time I tried to run away from the problem. However it didn’t happen in the fatal four way match against Red, Vortex and Iris. I’m just a little confused to why that happened.
Phil is writing down notes to what Dan is saying. He looks up, seeing that he has to give an answer.
Phil: Oh…well Santiago and Hunter are major-league names in this federation. With no disrespect to those you fought last night, maybe inside your brain you knew that winning was a dead cert. I mean it happens a lot in sports, where if you are fighting someone that is most likely better than you, and you’re on the verge of winning the match, the brain will panic. What is most likely happening in your situation is that you panic when you have people in the position to win, and so you end up losing. It’s just something that happens, really. But tell me, what are the images?
Dan looks quite anxious and nervous here. He isn’t prepared to comment at all, but he does so anyways.
Dan: Well…erm…the faces are Torak. There I said it. I just got a little freaked out that one time when I saw him torturing those two ACW fans. It made me think back to that time when I fought him in a No Holds Barred contest. He could have killed me out there, and that’s what scares me most.
Phil: Well what you have to do is look at yourself and say this. You are the man who survived Pain Incorporated – the entire 10 members at the time, and when the group was at its strongest – for 20 minutes. Now that is only to say that you’re able to go the distance with many superstars, so why not Torak? If you see his image again, go and confront it. Fight it off, and defeat it. That will make the images go away, hopefully for good.
A smile beams across Dan’s face. He has an idea. He stands up, and shakes the doctor’s hand.
Dan: hey man, thanks a lot Doctor. I feel much better.
Dan sets off, but Phil still looks like he’s not finished yet.
Phil: Hey, hold it there! We haven’t scheduled your second visit yet!
But Dan is long gone, and Phil can only assume that his work is done, and that he’ll be getting another large paycheck from ACW for his services. He just shrugs as he begins filling out the necessary forms required in order to check Dan out of psycho treatment, but only hoping that his treatment hasn’t taken too much of an effect on Dan.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:04:45 GMT -5
Segment: New Alliances (Credit: Tornado, Omega, Riot) We return from the commercial break to see Jonny Omega stood mid-ring, holding a mic.Omega: Roll the tape. 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![ We return to the arena, to the smiling figure of Omega. He raises the mic up to his lips but is cut off before he can even speak. Tornado ploughs into the back of him, connecting with the Entertainment Title to his head. His tag team partner is with him and both men proceed to stomp all over the limp figure of Jonny Omega.
Out of nowhere, to the delight of the fans, “Riot” McConnell hits the ring, brandishing a chair. Tornado and Red quickly exit the ring and Tornado snatches Philip’s mic.Tornado: It appears that my good friend Jonny has a new friend! Well tonight, you’ll face Code Red in this very ring. Wait…on second thoughts, I don’t need Red’s assistance for this match. I can take you two clowns all on my own! He drops the mic as “Hit ‘Em Up” by 2Pac hits and Code Red exits up the ramp.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:05:20 GMT -5
Match 4: Daisy vs. Ms. Aurelia (Credit: ??)
The animosity between these two ladies has skyrocketed, and while the audience doesn't expect high quality wrestling, they're guaranteed a very intense match. Phillip taps his microphone for a quick sound check before commencing announcing.
Phillip: The following ladies' match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Triple A as their public relations officer, Miss Aurelia!
"Pomp and Circumstance" blares at an obnoxiously high volume for a song so classical, and Aurelia appears on ramp to a tremendous negative reaction from the fans. Her ring attire is modest in nature: black warm up pants and a long sleeved black turtleneck. She ignores the offensive comments from the fans and slowly walks to the ring, with Mr. Ash and Mr. Aoyama guarding her flank. The rest of Triple A is unseen, though the more cynic fans think they'll have some part to play in the match's outcome. Aurelia huff and puffs up the stairs and shakily bends down in between the bottom ropes, with some assistance from Ash and Aoyama. The trio fully enter and Aurelia rolls her neck and loosens up for the coming match, determination and hatred blazing from her eyes.
Phillip: And the opponent, from Los Angeles California, Daisy!
The first upbeat chords of Beyonce's hit "Crazy in Love" resound throughout the arena, and the crowd is on its feet in support of their favorite ACW Diva. Daisy hits the ramp and shakes her booty in time to the beat, and the crowd goes nuts. She skips down to the ramp, slapping the outstretched hands of the fans nearest her and jumps up to the apron, totally psyched. Crocjaw's encouragement and advice seems to have boosted her confidence. Ash and Aoyama reluctantly leave the ring, and Daisy and Aurelia face off dead center, Daisy's entrance music fading away, leaving only a vacuum of intense hatred and passion.
Bell rings.
Aurelia immediately starts shouting at Daisy, pointing at her aggressively. Daisy, not one to be cowed down, shouts back. The two females angrily step forward, getting dangerously close to one another. Aurelia looks away, as if seriously contemplating Daisy's words, before delivering a huge slap to the face. Daisy cries out and crumples to the floor, Aurelia hot on her heels. The larger woman hooks a leg for the early win, but Daisy scampers away before the two count. She ducks an incoming clothesline from Aurelia and counters with a flying cross body block, using the momentum gained from bouncing off the ropes. Aurelia, however, merely stands her ground, and Daisy bounces off the Public Relations officer's ample stomach. The crowd howls with laughter, even Daisy looks visibly amused. Aurelia growls and turns her back to Daisy, yelling at the crowd to shut up. This is all Daisy needs to kip up, leap into the air and connect her flipping drop kick. Aurelia topples through the ropes and lands flat on her back outside the ring. The crowd cheers, and Daisy performs a series of fist pumps, feeding off the energy from the fans. She rolls out of the ring and grips Aurelia by her curly hair, trying to hoist the obese woman to her feet, with extreme difficulty. She proves to be simply too fat, and Daisy looses her grip and trips, giving Aurelia the time she needs to re-enter the ring.
Aurelia, however, is greatly weakened from the fall out of the ring, her 42 year old body trying to keep up with her embittered spirit. She tries to push herself to her feet, but Daisy stops her movement with a swift stomp to the back. Perhaps in revenge for her kick this past Warfare, Daisy delivers a soccer-ball kick to Aurelia's head, forcing the older woman to roll onto her back. Daisy lets out a wild battle cry, and the crowd yells with her. She raises a slender leg high into the air, displaying freakish flexibility, and brings the appendage crashing down on Aurelia's throat, landing in a perfect splits position. Joey Reynolds, the presiding ref, drops to his knees and starts the count to three...
1!
2!
3--Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:06:16 GMT -5
The crowd groans, Aurelia just manages to get a shoulder up in time. Daisy, though peeved, is determined not to loose her cool. She finally manages to yank Aurelia to her feet and starts to deliver fierce elbows, pushing the battered woman to the ropes. Daisy Irish whips Aurelia to the opposite end of the ring and bends over, hoping to catch the rebounding Aurelia with an over the back toss. Aurelia merely keeps running, and knocks Daisy over. The crowd winces, though Ash and Aoyama clap appreciatively. Aurelia pulls Daisy to her feet, with considerably greater ease, and Irish whips her into the nearest turnbuckle. Daisy's back hits the turnbuckle hard, and Aurelia takes a few steps back before running at Daisy as fast as her morbidly obese legs can carry her. Daisy, however, has other ideas. Before Aurelia can connect a deadly body splash, Daisy leaps up in another splits position, her legs resting on the top ropes at a 90 degree angle. Aurelia crashes into the turnbuckle, and Daisy flips over her in a textbook sunset flip pin. She tries to bring Aurelia down with her, however she proves again to be simply too heavy. Aurelia smirks before simply falling flat on Daisy's head, her ample rear burying Daisy into the mat completely. The crowd groans in disgust, but Reynolds starts the count.
1!
2!
3--No!
Aurelia apparently forgot to hook Daisy's legs, for the young Diva manages to bring her foot up to the bottom rope. Reynolds sees this and forces Aurelia to get off Daisy's face. Aurelia hesitantly obeys the ref's order, and proceeds to stomp Daisy thrice in the stomach. She drags the injured woman to the center of the ring before standing on her flaming red hair. Aurelia grips Daisy's arms and pulls up with all her might. Daisy screams in pain as her scalp is brutally injured. Aurelia needs the full five count to break the hold, and grins down at the whimpering Daisy, clutching her scalp. Aurelia grabs Daisy's hair once again and chucks her across the ring. She attempts to do so again, but Daisy stops her advance with a fierce forearm to the gut. Daisy whacks her again, and shakily gets to her feet. The two women face off again, and simultaneously charge. Unfortunately, they each attempt a clothesline and both are knocked down.
At this time, Aoyama signals to the ref, jumping up and down and standing on the apron. Reynolds turns his back on the action and orders the Japanese computer whiz off the apron. Ash takes this time to toss Aurelia a lead pipe. As Daisy gets to her feet, Aurelia meets her with a vicious whack to the back of the head. She throws the pipe outside and collapses on top of Daisy. Aoyama jumps off the apron, Reynolds catches Aurelia pinning Daisy and has no trouble making the three count. The bell rings, but it's barely heard over the roar of disgust from the crowd.
Phillip: Here is your winner, Miss Aurelia!
The referee raises Aurelia's hand, and she smiles at the disgusted crowd. Ash and Aoyama enter the ring and congratulate their leader. After a few moments, Aurelia motions for a microphone and of course, her wishes are granted.
Aurelia: Poor, poor Daisy. I bet you feel so terrible that you lost your first ever match, against someone with no wrestling experience at all. Well, that's too bad. But I think this match should be the least of your concerns. For you see, I convinced Mr. Ginger to add a secret stipulation to this match: loser gets FIRED.
Daisy, barely recovering, can only gasp as Aurelia produces a pink slip from her pocket and throws it down at Daisy's face.
Aurelia: You'll never set foot in this arena again. Security, take her away. She'll be bagging my groceries in no time.
The crowd boos violently, but that doesn't stop three security guards from yanking Daisy to her feet and leading her out back. Triple A exits the ring to a tremendous negative reaction, and if possible, are more hated than ever before.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:06:45 GMT -5
Segment: "The Call" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake sits in his locker room. What many don't know is the relationship he has with his father. Up until last month, he believed that his father John was a wrestler. He believed that John had an accident at an event and died from it when he was only 13. He believed that until one day when he life changed.
When searching for a letter concerning his brother, he found another one. As he read it, his life turned upside down. As it turns out, John really wasn't his father. He left Rattlesnake clues and information in the hopes that he would find his real parents. His "quest" would take him to his uncle Leon's house. There, Rattlesanke was given more information and the location of a place that could have held the identities of his parents.
Upon arrival at this place, Rattlesnake walked in and was directed to a man's office. As he met with this man, he gave him all the information and made a startling discovery. He was given to John by his brother Leon. He didn't learn the specifics of why, so he left to go back to Leon's house.
As he met with his real father, he learned that his mother Cassidy had complications during childbirth. No one could figure out what happened. This is one piece of information that is still being withheld from Rattlesnake, but one day he should be able to find out just what happened on that fateful day.
Just then, Rattlesnake's cell phone goes off. He picks it up and answers it.
Rattlesnake: Hello. Roadkill Cafe, you kill 'em, we grill 'em. What can I do for you?
Rattlesnake listens to the caller.
Rattlesnake: Oh, hey dad. What do you need?
Before Rattlesnake knew Leon was really his father, he always enjoyed spending time with him. Leon was an excellent cook and made the best barbecued pork chops in the state of Tennessee. As Rattlesnake thought about it, they had always been able to bond very easily. Then again, it's no wonder, they are father and son.
Rattlesnake: What do you mean you haven't seen me on TV?
Maybe Leon didn't know that Rattlesnake had jumped ship to the ACW. In fact, he never remembered telling his father, so maybe that's where all the confusion lies.
Rattlesnake: Oh shit, I forgot to tell you, didn't I?
Just hearing Leon say "tell me what?" did reassure him that he had never told his father.
Rattlesnake: Well, I left that place. It's run by some pretty immature assholes that were hellbent in screwing me over time and time again. I got the last laugh on them though. I beat the shit out of the guy in charge in front of everyone there and then knelt down next to his fallen body and told him just what I thought of him, a vindictive son of a bitch that couldn't get lucky even with his own hands, and then I heard him utter that I was fired. But I told him that he can't fire me because I quit. I left the ring and watched as everybody there parted the walkway as I started to get close. I swear, it was the funniest thing ever.
Rattlesnake pulled the phone away because of Leon yelling "you stupid little shit!" He took the phone and set it down.
Rattlesnake: Dad really should chill out. After all, he's liable to give himself a heart attack.
The yelling over the phone subsides and Rattlesnake picks it back up.
Rattlesnake: Are you done yet? I'm waiting to tell you about where I'm at now.
Rattlesnake listens for a moment and then there's silence on the other end.
Rattlesnake: Thank you dad. I went to the ACW. I can't help but admit that this place sucks more. The funny thing about that is I can find myself on top before anyone can really blink an eye. Besides, nothing is too hard for the "Vision of Greatness."
Rattlesnake hears some laughing on the other end.
Rattlesnake: Yes, that's what I'm calling myself. It's true too. No one here has seen anyone as great as me. When I walk past some of the people there, they shit themselves out of being nervous because at any moment I could turn to them and give them something to gloat about to their neighbors in the other cardboard box condos in the alley. They could brag about putting in new "Wall Street Journal" wallpaper and their new 64oz. toilet with the plastic lid. But the people here, they can say that they stood next to greatness and all they could do was soil themselves. They can sell that kind of shit on eBay because it's "greatness enduced."
Rattlesnake laughs as Leon talks to him.
Rattlesnake: Nah, this won't affect me visiting you from time to time.
Rattlesnake stands up and walks around. He nods and says "uh-huh" or "yeah" from time to time.
Rattlesnake: Oh, ok. I'll talk to you later then. We'll plan for that day as I think it will give me adequate time, ok? Bye.
Rattlesnake hangs up his phone.
Rattlesnake: Just enough time. For all I know, he could be very surprised with me the next time I see him. I know I would be if I were him.
Rattlesnake sets his phone down as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:07:31 GMT -5
Segment: Trouble with the Untouchables (credit: Red, Dan, Jake, Tornado)
As the next scene begins, Red is shown working out in a hallway. He is getting ready for his rematch for the LH contendership. He still isn’t too thrilled with being screwed over by the refs the other night and has isolated himself from his stable. He hasn’t even talked to his tag partner either. He finishes his exercise routine and heads down the hallway. As he comes near the end, someone rounds the corner and plows into him. Red stumbles back and crashes into the wall behind him. He crawls to his knees and glares up at the person that ran him over.
Red: What the hell is your problem?
Dan: Sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t see you there.
Red: Watch where your ass is going.
Dan: Look. I said I was sorry. Don’t get pissy about it.
Red: First you cheat your way to beat me in the fatal fourway. Now you are trying to take me out before our match even starts?
Dan: Idiot. I wasn’t trying to take you out. I was on my way…….
Red: Bullshit!!!
Red lunges back to his feet and spears Dan knocking him to the ground. He starts to fire away with the punches. Dan pushes Red off and mounts him with the punches. They go back and forth a couple rounds before they are pulled away by Tornado and Jake.
Jake: What’s going on here?
Red: Son of a bitch tried to take me out before our match.
Dan: If I wanted to take you out I could have. You don’t have to worry about that.
Red charges for Dan again but is intercepted and pushed against the wall by Tornado.
Torny: Chill yourself, dude. It was probably an accident.
Red: You don’t just push someone over like that on accident.
Dan: You’re still just pissed that I am the top contender for the LW title like I said I was going to be.
Red tries to charge again. He gets past Tornado but is pushed back by Jake. Red gets frustrated and begins to back up down the hall.
Red: Screw this. I’ll fight and beat your ass in the ring. I don’t have time for this. You guys are all together in this.
Torny: Together in what? I don’t even know what this is about.
Red: Shut up and get back with your herd.
Red pushes Tornado hard into Jake and Dan and walks the other way down the hall.
Torny: What the hell has gotten into him?
Jake: He is pretty focused on getting to Nina.
Dan: And it is affecting his in ring work. He isn’t focused on his damn matches and he wonders why he can’t beat anyone.
Torny: He needs help. Someone needs to put some sense into him so he can refocus in the ring. But if he pushed me again someone might be pulling my ass off of him.
Dan: Yeah, in more ways than one.
Dan and Jake walk down the hall bursting in uncontrollable laughter as Tornado follows behind him not having caught on to what they were saying.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:08:09 GMT -5
Segment: On the Run (Credit: Hunter)
Hunter opens his eyes swiftly, and then wastes no time by jumping up to his feet and trying to take the best of his opponent. Throughout his slumber, he remembered what would happen when he awoke, and he prepared. He stands inside a dark barn of roughly forty feet in size, taking this observational moment only when he is sure that there is no one around him. But this sureness will cost him greatly, as the next thing that he feels is the cold tip of a gun barrel to the back of his neck.
Peter: Turn around.
Hunter raises his arms and slowly spins around 180 degrees, hoping that he does not do it fast enough to alarm his captor.
Hunter: ...you...ugh...you don't...have...to do this...
Peter: I'm afraid I do. This is nothing personal; this is simply what I must do.
Hunter: No...you don't...have to do anything.
Peter: Yes, I do.
Hunter: W...why?
Peter: ...because you are dangerous. And because it will make our world a better place.
Spoken like a true victim. He lifts the hand cannon higher and puts it to Hunter's head; his expression is not one of malice, but of real regret.
Peter: I am truly sorry.
He starts to pull on the trigger slowly, moving his eyelids together with each second that passes as he squeezes on the trigger. But before it the trigger and gun can connect, Peter hears a loud crash from behind him. He whirls around and points the gun into the darkness. Hunter notices that the young man does not seem afraid.
Peter: Who is there?
Sarah: It's me.
She steps out of the darkness like a true angel, causing both Peter and Hunter to marvel simultaneously. Hunter moves closer to attempt to get hold of Peter, but Sarah notices this and shakes her head disapprovingly.
Peter: What are you doing here?
Sarah: I'm stopping you.
Peter: You can do no such thing. What Mr. Smith asks me to do, I do without hesitation.
Sarah: And yet it has taken you so long to fire the gun.
Peter looks at her blankly, and then down at the tool of death in his hand.
Sarah: We both know this is wrong, Peter. Please...don't do it.
Peter: But...but...I...must.
Sarah: Why?
Peter attempts to gather a sane explanation, but he himself cannot even find one. He lowers the gun and hangs his head low.
Peter: I...don't know.
Sarah: This is not like you. What happened to the boy I knew?
Peter: ...people change, Sarah.
Sarah: But not you. You're still Peter, as far as I'm concerned. And Peter would not shoot Andrew, and he would give me that gun.
Hunter would generally comment on the corniness of the situation, but he's too fazed by the events to provide sarcasm. He is, however, amazed and taken aback as Peter very slowly reaches his hand forward and hands the gun over to Sarah. She takes it awkwardly and walks sure to avoid the trigger, then leans over and kisses Peter on the cheek. Peter touches the place she kissed with his hand
Peter: This will cost me more dearly than you can imagine.
Sarah: But at least it was worth it.
Peter turns around and the two friends look at Hunter, who sits on the ground and stares at them nonchalantly. Peter acknowledges his presence, and nods his head in such a way that he is generally apologizing. Hunter gets to his feet and returns this nod, and then turns his attention back towards Sarah.
Hunter: What...what now?
Sarah: Follow me.
She looks at Peter again and silently thanks him, then runs to the entrance of the barn and opens the door, allowing Hunter safe passage through. The door closes on the innocent face of Peter just as the two make it down the hill and over to the all-too-familiar limousine.
Hunter: Not this...thing...
Sarah: It's the only way. Please. Save yourself.
Hunter looks at the limo upsettingly, but decides that it would likely be the best thing to do. He then turns towards the angelic form of Sarah and kisses her.
Hunter: Come with...me.
Sarah: I can't. My family needs me.
Hunter: But...they'll kill you.
Sarah: Never. Family does not hurt family.
Hunter takes these words deep to heart, but decides it would be better to not show her his discomfort.
Hunter: Please...just come.
Sarah: No. But I wish you luck. I just wish that Eric could have escaped like you...
Hunter attempts to question her, but she moves past him and opens the door to the limo and looks inside before he can speak.
Sarah: The keys are there. Go. Please.
Hunter moves past her and grabs the door to the limo. He looks up at her once more and kisses her passionately, the feeling being mutual. He then gets back in the car and slams the door shut, turns on the engine, and races down the road away from his hell, and away from his problems. Unfortunately for him, he has more to deal with at home...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:08:43 GMT -5
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Ginger: You honestly expect me to believe that shit?
The Senatorial Locker Room looks as fresh as ever as the forms of Ginger, Hunter, and the Capitalists grace its ivory walls.
Hunter: I don't...really give a damn what you...believe.
Ginger: Hunter, that has to be the biggest load of shit I've ever heard. Why can't you just admit the truth and---
We all have our boiling points and our dark sides. Meet Hunter's.
Hunter: I AM TELLING THE FUCKING TRUTH! YOU...YOU CAN BELIEVE WHATEVER...THE FUCK YOU WANT TO BELIEVE...BUT THIS IS THE GODDAMN TRUTH! I'M...I'M THE ONE WITHOUT THE FUCKING TOOTH...AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING HOLE IN MY MOTHERFUCKING LEG!
Generally, such behavior would mean an instant firing on the spot. But Ginger is so taken aback by Hunter's blunt anger that he can barely speak. Hunter leans back and attempts to relax whilst the Capitalists quickly rush to the CD shelves and attempt to find him some Pink Floyd.
Ginger: ...if this is indeed the truth...then I feel bad booking you in a match tonight.
Hunter: ...come again.
Ginger: I booked you in a match against BK tonight.
Hunter: ...when is it?
Ginger: Roughly an hour from now. But we can cancel it and---
Hunter: No. Fuck it. I'm...tired of running. Tonight I'll wrestle your fucking match. I...have too much damn aggression built...up to release on nothing. I'll take him down without...so much...as a thought.
Ginger: Fair enough. You might as well go get ready.
Hunter nods as he gets up from his chair and moves over to the door that leads to his private locker room. The Capitalists question whether or not they should retrieve the music as Ginger simply smirks, shakes his head in amazement, and goes to the door of the locker room. There are some things we do not understand, and there are some things we choose not to understand. Whatever the case...
...this has NOT been a good collection of weeks for Hunter.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:09:22 GMT -5
Match 5: Tornado vs. Jonny Omega and Riot (Credit: Tornado)
Philip: The following match is a handicap match scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first…he is a member of The Untouchables and the current ACW Entertainment Champion; ”The Next Big Thing”…Tornado!!
The arena is plunged into darkness, “Bring Da Rukus” by Wu-Tang Clan hits, a pyro bursts out of the stage and the lights come on. Tornado appears and raises his arms above his head, the boos are deafening at this point, then sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the apron and, using the top ropes, flips forward into the ring. As his feet hit the canvas a small pyro bursts out of each turnbuckle. Tornado then stands on a turnbuckle, raises his arms above his head and flips backwards, landing on his feet. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
Philip: Introducing one half of his opponents, weighing in at ; from Huntington Beach, California…"Riot" McConnell
”Enemy” by Sevendust hits and Riot walks casually out through the curtains. He receives a loud pop from the crowd as he raises his arms above his head and waits for his partner. The crowd are well aware that the last time this man was in a ring with Tornado it was an amazing match in which Tornado captured his Entertainment Title
Philip: And introducing his partner, weighing in at 235lbs; from Hartlepool, England…Jonny Omega
Arena goes dark, with only 2 green spotlights in the shape of the Greek letter Omega, they flash about the arena until they focus on the entrance ramp, out comes Jonny O, a confident strut like walk down the ramp slapping fans hands as he goes, he then gets on the apron and poses for the fans in the front row, points at some hot chicks, winks at them and enters the ring, climbs the ‘buckle and poses for the fans.
Riot joins him in-ring as they confer about who will start in the ring. They decide on Jonny Omega.
Bell Rings
Tornado and Omega square up, slowly circling each other. Tornado makes use of his greater experience, coaxing Jonny into charging at him. Tornado hits him with a Deep Armdrag which actually sends him flying over the top rope. Tornado climbs out after him and sends him clattering into the steel steps. On the opposite side of the ring Red appears from the crowd, holding a crowbar. He leaps onto the apron and cracks Riot over the head with it; another typical double-cross by Code Red. The ref is oblivious to the attack and is watching intently as Omega and Tornado brawl all the way up the ramp.
The bell rings as Tornado and Omega tumble through the curtain, throwing rights and lefts. As they tumble down the corridors, bouncing off walls and doors until they tumble through Chairman Gingerdude’s office door. Security immediately swarm all over them, dragging them apart.
Ginger: What the HELL is going on here? Wait…on second thoughts, I don’t want to know! All I know is that at Genocide you two will face off…in a 30 minute Iron Man Match! For the Entertainment Title!
Tornado smirks as Jonny makes the universal ‘that title is mine’ gesture, running his hands across his waist. Tornado simply shakes his head before spitting in Omega’s face and making a hasty exit.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:09:58 GMT -5
Segment: Coming to terms with reality (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up, we cut to the innards of possibly the most important place in ACW today - Chairman Gingerdude's office. This is the place where it all goes down, where everything that needs to be decided is finalized, and most importantly - it's the place where Gingerdude dwells. As we close into Ginger's oak desk, we see that he’s at last returned from his episode with Hunter, and is quietly attending to his work - probably finalizing a deal or something. Then a knock at the door can be heard and he looks up before allowing entrance.
Ginger: Come in.
The door creaks open and the fans, who are watching from the ringside arena, wonder who could be stepping through the door. A vast amounf of boos is heard when they catch a visual of who the person it, the same reaction they have been giving for the past shows for the exact same person, it is undeniably BK London. The triple crown champion steps into the room and Ginger immediately halts any work that he was attending to and places his entire focus on BK.
Ginger: And what can I help you with Mr. London?
BK: Mr. London? Ginger, come one, we've known each other for more than that. Call me BK London, hell I've known you long enough to call you...
Convinently a huge track passes by the window, with it's huge horn blaring and the fans cannot catch the answer to the mystery of Ginger's first name.
BK: ....how long have we been buddies?
Ginger: BK, I wasn't born yesterday. What brings you here?
BK: Well, this is more like a favor. Now, this is embarrassing to ask - very embarrassing - but I know your in possession of the ACW Championship and Hunter has yet to retrieve it.
Ginger: This is true.
BK: Well, just for a minute - hell even a second - can I please just hold the ACW title?
Ginger: Well this can be considered Hunter's property - since it has his name on it and all - but your little thing with Jonny has managed to bring in the ratings like nothing ever seen this year. So I guess you can hold it, he doesn't have to know.
And just as he did on Monday, he pulls the ACW World Title belt from under his desk and it still has that loud THUMP sound as it makes contact with his desk. Ginger slides it over towards BK's way and BK stares at the luminous title. In all it's gold splendor, for the first time in nearly 12 months - since Yoko Satoshi put an end to his reign - BK finally comes into contact to what he believes is rightly his.
First he stares at the title, looking at his reflection in the gold prize, wanted by all and only achieved by some. He then takes it one step further, and touches Hunter's precious title. He is fingertips come into contact with the grooves and imprints on the title and even comes past the now brown stain from the blood left by the match Saturday night. He trails down the title and then comes down to the name plate. After reminiscing about his title reign, feeling that nostalgia like a kid finding his favorite toy in the attic 10 years later, when he sees this everything returns to normal. And in what seems like forever - only lasts a few seconds as Ginger pulls back the title abruptly.
Ginger: Ok that's enough.
BK snaps back into reality fully and then looks up at Ginger.
BK:.....thank you.
He turns around and exits the room, but upon doing so the camera catches a glimpse of him balling up a fist before the door closes shut.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:10:37 GMT -5
Segment: "The Confrontation Part I" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake stands around in the back after his match with Vortex.
Rattlesnake: Geez, doesn't this place get any excitement? I mean, I'm the "Vision of Greatness." I don't need to just stand around like this and not do anything. It's like nothing interesting is ever going to happen.
Just then someone walks up to Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake: And just what the hell do you want? Wait...you're the guy I asked to watch over my car the first time I came here. You've been doing a great job so far.
Man: Thank you. It means a lot to hear you say that. Anyways, I was making my rounds and when I got around to your car, I noticed that it was on cinderblocks with it's tires missing.
Rattlesnake: MISSING!? What the fuck do you mean missing?
Man: Well, they weren't there. Go see for yourself.
Rattlesnake: I will!
Rattlesnake runs off through the corridor on his way to the parking lot. He reaches a door and goes through it. He looks to the left and to the right, trying to remember the way to the parking lot. He runs to the left and takes a right turn at the end of the corridor. After that, he turns to his left and finds the door to the parking lot.
Rattlesnake opens the door and runs out. He looks at his car and sees the left side tires missing.
Rattlesnake: Who the fuck would do this to my car?!
Rattlesnake walks over to the right side and finds that those tires are missing too.
Rattlesnake: All 4 tires are missing? Dammit! I want to know who is responsible for this!
Rattlesnake walks over to front and sees a note under the windshield wiper. He reaches over the hood and grabs it. He unfolds the note and reads it. "IOU four tires...GooeyGarth"
Rattlesnake: What the hell! Some son of a bitch just stole the tires off my car! Who in the hell is that stupid?! I'm going to find out who did this.
Rattlesnake runs back into the building on a mission...to find the person who stole the tires off his car.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:11:19 GMT -5
Segment: Love/Hate Tragedy (Credit: NBK)
As the scene returns to the arena, the lights turn off and the fans are in complete darkness. A gold shower of pyrotechnics appear on the entry stage, (a lion roaring can be heard throughout the arena) "Bitch by Dope "blares over the PA as mixed footage of Lex is shown on the screen.
Lex steps out through the pyrotechnics, he is wearing custom fight gear.(White MMA shorts with a black Lion logo)NBK taunts to the crowd, and poses flexing.(like Shawn Michaels)Lucy walks out and stands behind NBK reaching out and moving her hands up and down his chest and abs, focusing on the gold around his waist.
***Fans are heard cheering***
NBK looks at the fans, his gaze is simply euphoric. NBK struts down the ramp, a cameraman that is near catches NBK's attention. He stops by the camera and poses. Lucy walks up and joins him. NBK shouts into the camera. “God damn, I LOVE ME!!!”
***Fans cheer again***
At this point, NBK is by the ring, he jumps up and onto the apron. As NBK waits for Lucy, he leans on the ropes and arrogantly gyrates his hips, in an obvious sexual manner. Lucy blows kisses to the fans and enters the ring, NBK soon follows. When in the ring, NBK shouts for a mic. He stands still for a moment staring out into the crowd. The cameras pan the crowd as well revealing NBK signs, Scarlet Assassin signs, as well as Cold Blooded Killer signs.
***Fans chant and stomp their feet: CBK…CBK…CBK…CBK…
NBK: Wow, I stand here…In this building, tonight. One half of the Cold Blooded Killers, one of the most hated, and one of the most loved, superstars to hit the West Coast. Hell, people love to hate us, hate to love us, it’s an addiction…That’s right, LEX-ADDICTS and SCOTT-A-HOLICS! All it takes is one time and you’re hooked!
***Majority of the crowd cheers, while few continue to boo NBK***
NBK: In a business like this, always changing, always re-inventing…Nothing stays the same. They say, there is no such thing as black vs white in this modern era of wrestling… There is no more, goodguy vs badguy, we are all shades of grey. I say that’s not true…. In these past few weeks, a lot has proven where the black and white is. It’s the fans! Sometimes you love us, sometimes you hate us, there is no inbetween.
Lex walks around the ring pointing at the fans.
NBK: Once again, The Cold Blooded Killers have overcome all odds. I stand here, at the risk of repeating myself…It’s not my fault, maybe when I say listen, everybody should take their heads out of their asses… CBK is on top of talent mountain, baby. We had rough times, but like a great tag team, we overcome the bad times. Our lowest low, is higher than most peoples’ high. CBK is comprised of two of the greatest technical wrestlers OF ALL TIME!
***Fans chant: CBK…CBK…CBK…CBK….***
NBK: It doesn’t matter who you are, what you do, how good you are…WE’RE BETTER! True story, I turned on my big screen tv to watch some ACW action and I see this pint-size runt, claiming to be almighty…Please, I’ve crippled bigger and stronger men than you….Predator. Maybe NBK, should come on down to Fallout, and kick your SCRAWNY ASS!
***Fans cheer loudly***
NBK: Pred-head? Pfft, more like “dead-head”. Now, speaking about dead-heads, Anal-puss and toe-rag, I mean Angelus and Torak… Nobody fears you! The two of you combined, couldn’t beat CBK! Just try to attack us from behind… You’ve been sized up, calculated and are already beaten. Oh yeah, listen up…Scotty and I have found a couple of your old highschool buddies. They have agreed to sit down and chat with ACW, next week. Oh yeah, a friendly reunion, the kind where we can find out about your lame past. Tune in next week to see! I wonder, who could they be?
NBK stares back into the crowd. He raises the mic
NBK:So, Toe-rag has an open challenge? Bad idea, cause I have a buddy that has already accepted. This Monday, Torak will go one on one with, The Hollywood dream-the man that makes your girlfriend cream, the natural born killer, BIG BAD BOOTY DADDY HIMSELF!!! That’s right…N…B….
Lex throws the mic over his head, the fans shout “K”
NBK: Oh yes, the heart stopping, elbow dropping, crowd popping SON OF A BITCH, Lex De LaRocha!!!
NBK’s theme song hits and he makes his way backstage. Fans everywhere are holding out their hands for a high-five, and amazingly NBK actually obliges them as he heads to the back and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:12:13 GMT -5
Match 6: Dan White vs. Red's Only Fan Special Ref - Jake Cheng (Credit: WD)
Philip: The following match is a special referee match, scheduled for one fall, and on the line is the number one contender’s spot for the Light-Heavyweight Championship!
Philip takes a breath, before continuing.
Philip: Now coming first towards the ring, he’s the special guest referee, and the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...Jake Cheng!
’Petrified’ by Fort Minor hits, and the fans begins to jeer slightly as Jake walks down to the ring wearing normal attire, apart from the striking black-and-white referee’s top. He holds his title around his waist, and calmly walks down to the ring. He slips under the ropes and takes the belt off, handing it to the outside before turning and preparing for the two competitors to enter.
Philip: And from Columbus, Ohio, weighing at 200 lbs...Mr. Red!
The Reptile Track from the Mortal Kombat soundtrack hits and Red comes out the curtain, looking slightly cocky with himself as he struts down the ramp. The fans see him as an underdog, but he does appear to be getting some decent pops as he enters the ring. From there, Jake orders a handshake, which Red accepts.
Philip: And finally, the number one contender, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 225 lbs...’The Welsh Dragon’ Dan White!
The Welsh National Anthem’ hits in a guitar riff as Dan walks out through the curtain, with the arena darkening. Flashing red and green lights go around the arena, as Dan slowly walks down, with WCW 98 closely in his footstep. Dan gets down to the ring and enters through the second rope, with WCW 98 waiting on the outside. Dan shakes the hand of Jake quickly, staring at Red as the lights come back on and the music cuts, with Philip leaving the ring.
Bell rings.
Dan lunges at Red, delivering two powerful kicks to the thigh. Red is immobalized with the pain, and Dan capitalizes by bouncing off the ropes and planting Red with a Hammerlock. Dan then locks in a rear choke, and slams Red to the ground. Dan then turns the move into the Pace-Drop, a move where Dan locks in a sleeper and wraps his legs around his opponent’s, trying to lower their strength. Buyt Red is cloes to the ropes, and with a free hand grabs it. Dan lets go and allows Red to get up to his feet. Dan grabs Red by the head and throws him at the ropes. But Red bounces off the ropes in a Springboard Senton Splash and knocks Dan down into a pinfall. Jake drops and makes the cover: 1......2......kickout by Dan. The two Untouchables get to their feet, and lock up. Dan swings at Red, but Red ducks it and kicks Dan down below, hitting a swinging Rock-style DDT. He makes the cover again, but Dan is able to kick out before three again. Dan slowly gets up, and our ringside camera gets a good close-up view of his face, which certianly shows that he’s a little surprised. Nonetheless, he picks himself up and locks up with Red again. Red flies under Dan’s arm and off the ropes, but Dan catches him and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam. He gets up to his feet, and looks a Jake solumnly. Dan picks Red up and hits the Spinechiller, a Double-Arm DDT hold hit into a neckbreaker.
Dan lifts Red up once more, and puts him into the Stunt Bomb position. Dan hits the move, and Jake looks a little surprised that Red didn’t make an attempt to reverse the move. Instead, Dan drapes a single arm of Red’s body, and Jake makes the count:
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Kickout by Red! Dan looks more than surprised, but he almost begins to question his friend. Jake just shrugs his shoulders, and praises Red. But Dan isn’t quite done. He throws Red up to his feet and puts him into the Double Arm DDT hold. He lifts him up, ready to hit the Sit-Down Reverse Piledriver in the Shellshock A, but Red manages to struggle, forcing himself to the ground. Dan still has hold of one of Red’s feet, and Red flips over, forcing Dan to fly into the ropes. Dan bounces hard off the ropes, and Red kicks him in the gut. He lifts Dan up, and hits the Death Wish (Spiral Sitdown Powerbomb Pin). Jake looks really surprised, as he makes the cover:
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Kickout by Dan! Red looks surprised as Dan did before, but again Jake can only shrug his shoulders. Red lifts Dan up to his feet, but Dan fights back with a couple of shots to the stomach. He then lifts Red up into a powerbomb position, but instead walks over towards the ropes, and lifts Red off, planning to hit a Diamond Cutter on his way down. But Red pushes Dan away by his head, and jumps off the ropes, taking Dan into an Inside Cradle:
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Philip: Here is your winner...and the NEW Number One Contender, Mr. Red!
The fans are cheering, looking rather surprised at the result. Dan immediately gets to his feet, with a glare in his eye. Jake quickly stands in the way of the two, but Dan shoves him away, and stares at Red. He suddenly extends an arm, and Red is cautious but ends up shaking, showing that the two have strong respect for each other after this match. Jake then throws Red’s arm in the air, with Dan following, proud of the man who will face Jake at Genocide for the Light-Heavyweight Title.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:13:01 GMT -5
Segment: Immortality has a price (Credit: BK)
Pandemonium. That's the only word at the moment to describe the sold out crowd in the ACW arena as we are slowly, but surely, approaching Genocide. The ACW theme plays and the camera pans through the craziness of the fans, from the nose-bleed sections all the way up to front row by the ramp. The camera then proceeds to make it's way up the ramp toward the stage and at that moment the dark tunes of Notorious B.I.G's "Hold Ya Head" sounds throughout the speakers and the boos commences like always. The smoke engulfs the stage and the lights flicker as if we were watching an Edge entrance. With the perfect shot, the camera trails up the casual attire of BK London to his face and now we see the reflection of the camera man in his sunglasses. BK walks down to the ring with his trademark cocky strut before piefacing the camera out of his way.
Quickly we cut to another camera while BK London steps through the ropes into the ring and just like he has been doing for the past few weeks, he refuses to go up to the middle ropes. Philip is just about to announce his name but BK aggressively grabs the mic from him and shoves to the side.
BK: Alright! Alright! Cut the music. CUT IT!
And with that the music finally fades out and the lights in the arena return to normal.
BK: On Warfare the biggest screwjob since Survivor Series 1997 occurred, and that simply was me - ME getting counted in the main event match against Jonny Spade. And why? Because of some flying rainbow gay pride pelican. And when I find WHO was behind that, retribution will be served but until then I've got bigger fish to fry. Like tonight when I face the ACW World Champion, Hunter in my first match against a World Champion in just about a year.
BK rubs his hands together, anticipating the match.
BK: Tonight, I finally show you all that Hunter is none other than a poor quality champion and I showcase to you all the person who should truly become champion at Genocide, yours truly, BK London.
The camera closes into BK's face as now he gets serious for a moment, talking directly to Hunter.
BK:....Hunter, if you thought your little adventure on Meltdown was something, you have no idea on the ride I'm going to take you on tonight. TONIGHT....
BK looks up, completing the dramatic pause. BK looks to both sides of the crowd and from each side he gets booed for mocking the ACW Champion Hunter. He mockingly gets in a Hunter-esque stance and raises the microphone over his head.
BK:...I HU-
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool abruptly cuts of BK London and the spotlights flash throughout the corwd to see where Jonny is going to come from now. Jonny comes from exit 13 and makes his way through the absolutely nuts ACW fans. He slaps hands with the fans before hopping on the ring barricade and he stares at BK London from the ring. BK returns the glare and is visibly angry by his presence. Jonny jumps from the ring barricade to the ring apron before stepping into the ring. Jonny gets a mic from Philip himself and the music fades out.
Jonny: You haven't really been one to come up with their own material huh, BK? BK, answer me this, Why when I turn on some television to watch some quality wrestling, I am being bored to death by your weekly rant of how your better than everyone else, and how you should've won this and that? News flash buddy, it's getting old.
A huge pop from the crowd emerges for Jonny.
BK: Getting old huh? Come on Jonny, for the past year or so, I have been whooping your ass on several occassions. It has become a known fact that BK London, in every way, in every shape and form, is better than Jonny Spade. So when you got your little win a week ago - which shouldn't be counted because you weren't the legal man - it was only luck. And your win on Monday, was because of a count out. A COUNT OUT! How about we settle this right here, right now?
Jonny: Right now right now?
BK: Did I stutter? Let's get it on Canada boy.
BK begins unbuttoning his shirt and Jonny begins removing his shirt so he can have less constriction while fighting. The crowd is going absolutely nuts for this until Gingerdude appears on the alphatron.
Ginger: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
The crowd boos.
Ginger: Whoa, there is no way that I'm gonna get something like this get that out of control. Jonny, BK, your match on Meltdown and Warfare brought in superb ratings for ACW, and I commend you both for that. But if you want to settle it before we reach Genocide - Fine. And in this match, there will be no count outs, no conflict over who was the legal person, because on Warfare it will be BK London versus Jonny Spade in a .....
Ginger pauses which adds more anticipation for the announcement.
Ginger: ......No Disqualification Falls Count Anywhere Match! Good day Gentlemen.
The picture of BK and Jonny appears back on the alphatron and they are liking this announcement. BK backs up and slips under the bottom rope before walking backwards up the ramp. BK smiles and taunts Jonny with a cut throat maneuver but this does not intimidate Jonny in any way as he doesn't back down. I guess ACW will have to wait for these two to explode next week on Warfare....
Fade Out.
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