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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:13:48 GMT -5
Segment: Pardon the Interruption (Credit: ??) The fans are in one of those “between match” modes again, chattering and laughing as they wait for the next event. Quite without fanfare, a message appears on the alphatron…
Rage, Reprisal, Redemption… There is no escape… 3-25-06… Pray…[/size][/center] The fans reflect on this for a moment, and then the message is gone. What can it all mean?
Everyone may find out sooner than they think.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:14:42 GMT -5
Segment: Personality Clash (Credit: TNT, Senator)
Coming back from the break, the camera tracks the Senator, who is seen in his wrestling attire, briskly walking down the vast corridors of the ACW Arena, striding past Chairman Ginger’s office, when suddenly, his pace is interrupted by bumping into a familiar figure rounding the corner at a similar pace.
?: Hey, Watch where ya going, jackass!
Senator: Well, well, well...if it is not one of my Asylum opponents…TNT.
Sure enough, TNT brushes himself, and stands up, wearing a new "TNT: The Real Man has Returned" Polo Shirt, and Faded Jeans.
TNT: And so what if it is?
Senator: I just find it amusing…by the way, Ginger is not in his office at the moment, so if…
TNT: Who the hell cares, What makes you think I was going to see him anyway?!
Senator: Very well then. I thought that you retired, by the way…
TNT: Me? retire?! Heh...I should be telling that to YOU! I don't even know why you're here, I thought you were too 'old,' too 'vunerable.' You should've stayed wherever the hell you were at, cause this means that you have to step in the ring with me.
Senator: Heh…if you think that your petty comments are going to make any difference, you are sadly mistaken, sir.
TNT: So...You think you're a cool old guy right? Trying to 'One-Up' TNT by trying to be calm, but in my absense, I have become more mature, but This doesn't mean I'm going to start being polite and political like you. It just means, I'm THAT much smarter and I Will take you down, Physically and...Mentally Taps Head
Senator: I will tell you one thing, when you get in the ring with me at Genocide, I hope that you do not mistake me to be a decrepit, over the hill, geriatric, washed up journeyman. Last I heard, you are the one who has the catching up to do, and ring rust to shake…
TNT: Ha! I'm pretty sure you will be that washed up loser, or journeyman, whatever the hell you said. If not, I will wipe the mat with your face. Ring Rust? No, I've kept in shape while I was gone...
TNT takes off his shirt and runs his hand down his Chest, and 8 Pack, and smirks
TNT: You sure, I have 'Catching up to do?' and Ring Rust to shake? No...Like I said, I am going to wipe the mat with you and the 4 other idiots in this "Asylum"
Senator: Spare me the sight...I am pretty sure that you will not be the one walking out the victor, sorry to say.
TNT: Sounds like a Challenge to me...Why wait to Genocide? I can beat you senseless, right here...right now...Junior...uh...Senior.
Senator: Hmph, I, for one, was called here not on my own will, and I have a little something to do, you know...a match to wrestle, and truly can not afford to spend any extra energy in such a pointless, childish brawl. Save it for the ring, and Genocide, you hot headed imbecile!
TNT: Afraid? Well, I would be cause Jesus, man, Look at me...
TNT gets up in Senator's Face
Senator: Nope, now, get out of my face, as I just have nothing to prove at the moment…and on that note, I really do have to make it to the ring…
The Senator pulls back and quickly dashes off, leaving TNT behind, who pulls the camera in close.
TNT: Let this be a lesson to all of the participants in the Asylum...You may have been here for the past few months...changed in style, in ability, but you idiots must remember, One Wildcard is back, one person is back to Seal the Deal...That man is TNT, and I'm going to not only Win The Asylum, not Only Win the Title, but Unleash a wave...A Wave of Excellence BACK....into Alpha...Championship...Wrestling.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:15:35 GMT -5
Match 7: Senator vs. Mystery Opponents (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Hail to the Chief plays, and the Senator makes his way to the ring in a hail of tickertape, not looking completely pleased to be in the Arena.
Maxwell McNally: The Senator is back again in competition, and I think we have a little clip that will nicely preface this match.
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Earlier Tonight
From earlier, a scene from the Senatorial Office plays on the screen, with the Senator in his chair, making a call.
The Senator: Yes, patch me through to the Dwight Gym Office…yes, thank you very much.
Dean Bardo appears on the plasma screen, wearing his usual warm-ups.
Bardo: Hello, Senator Phillips.
Senator: Mr. Bardo, good to see you, friend. I just have a quick favor to ask of your boss. Can you perhaps allow that new team of yours to compete here on Meltdown, tonight? I know they have not been properly signed to contracts yet, but they would be simply perfect for my goals.
Bardo: I’ll tell him you asked, I think they’d jump at the chance, personally.
Senator: Splendid! I shall await their appearance tonight, then!
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“Fast” Eddie Edison: Woah! That’s interesting to say the least! Wonder who it’s gonna be!
McNally: Well, we’ll soon find out…
Suddenly, the lights dim slightly, with a generic grunge rock song playing over the PA. Two masked individuals wearing long black tights walk through the entrance, carrying a table between them, the taller one with a skull mask also carrying what appears to be a can of gasoline, while the shorter, ski mask wearing one holds a wound up roll of barbed wire in his gloved hand.
Phillip: And announcing the Senator’s opponent’s for this no disqualifications handicap two on one tag match, hailing from the mean streets of Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and fifty-five pounds, making their ACW television debut, Skullface Killah and Rampage, the Bingo Hall Mutants!
Edison: I’ve heard of these guys before, they love burning tables and barbed wire! Not exactly the type of guys that Phillips would usually want to face, due to a clash of styles…
The Mutants make their way to the ring, setting up the table at ringside, and step up onto the apron, with Rampage starting things off against the Senator as the bell rings. Rampage rushes forwards, attempting to connect with a lariat, but the Senator ducks it, retaliating with a sharp middle kick. The hardcore brawler doubles over, and the Senator reaches over, grabbing Rampage by the mask, stepping forward and kicking his opponent’s face repeatedly, Toshiaki Kawada style. Rampage stumbles over and makes the tag to Skullface Killah, while Phillips stands still in the middle of the ring. Killah approaches the smaller man, looking down, and throwing a huge overhand chop. The Senator reels from the blow for a moment, but then turns around, and throws a devastating series of rapid-fire knife edge chops, staggering Killah. Phillips then transitions into a boxing stance, pounding his opponent with sharp body blows, and forcing Killah back into the corner, continuing the assault until Rampage interferes with a clubbing blow to the head.
Edison: That’s completely unfair…but totally legal here!
McNally: Referee Jacob Jones has his hands full here and then some, as the match is no disqualifications, but tag rules are still in place. He can not disqualify the Mutants, but he is obligated to keep this from breaking down into a double team festival.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:15:52 GMT -5
In the meantime, Rampage and Killah both throw a vicious series of clubbing blows and knee lifts at their opponent, until Jones manages to step in between the trio, forcing Rampage to back off. Phillips, though, does not seem to notice the referee, and leaps up with a huge Enzuigiri, dropping Rampage to the mat. Skullface Killah attempts to lift the Senator to his feet, but only receives a spinning side kick to the solar plexus for his troubles. The Senator continues with his assault, kicking Killah in the knee and hamstring repeatedly, dropping him to one knee, steps back, and rushes forward, actually connecting with the Shining Capitol(Step-up Front Flip Heel Kick)! Phillips quickly covers for a pin…
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…Killah barely kicks out! Oblivious to all those in the ring, Rampage, though, goes to work on the outside, taking the roll of barbed wire, and carefully unrolling it, wrapping it around the table that the Mutants had set up earlier. He doesn’t stop there, uncorking the gas can, and spreading the contents all over the table, finally producing a match, and lighting his pet project on fire, which the competitors and Jacobs do notice.
Edison: Oh man, oh man, oh man, he just set that table on fiiiiiiire!
McNally: Even if this is no disqualifications, that does seem to be above and beyond the call of duty, and I hope somebody in the back is sensible enough to put a stop to it before someone’s seriously hurt…
Edison: Nah, I wanna see someone go through that thing! That’s the risk all us wrestlers take, after all, when we do no DQ matches…
McNally: Come on, Eddie, we all know that you washed out during your training, I respect your opinions, but really, you’re not a wrestler.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the Senator has continued his relentless attack on Skullface Killah, cornering him once again with a combination of middle kicks, knife edge chops, and body blows. Killah attempts to retaliate with a hard overhand left, but Phillips is able to block it, turn the punch into a wristlock, knee his opponent in the solar plexus, and leap up, turning into a rolling cross armbreaker. Rampage, though, does not allow the hold to fully extend, entering the ring and stomping his opponent. The two lift the Senator up to his feet, and hit a double team vertical suplex. Skullface attempts to pick Phillips up again, but is taken down to the mat with a dragon screw, and receives a running knee to the head for his troubles. He doesn’t go down completely, so the Senator shoots out with a spinning side kick to the head to accomplish the task. However, Rampage sees the attack as the perfect time to lash out, and rebounds off the ropes, nearly decapitating the Senator with his hooking lariat.
Edison: Lariatoooooooo!
McNally: Eddie, must you shout that every single time someone connects with a lariat?
Rampage glances out of the ring, and does a throat cutting taunt, before lifting Phillips into a powerbomb position, running at the ropes, specifically towards the blazing, barbwire wrapped table outside the ring...
McNally: No! Don’t do that!
Edison: Go Rampage! You can do eeeet!
Rampage goes for a huge lawn dart powerbomb over the ropes, but the Senator’s never been an easy man to powerbomb, and manages somehow to hold onto the ropes, and throws Rampage over the ropes with a super rare hurricanrana, managing to land on the apron, while sending his opponent flying straight towards a nasty fall! Rampage goes through the table with a resounding crack and a thud, and rolls around in the mess, as medics rush out to the scene with a fire extinguisher and gurney. Back in the ring, Skullface slowly recovers from the kicks to the head, and approaches the Senator, who immediately breaks a double hand choke attempt, responding with a series of knees to the midsection, doubling the Killah over. Phillips rebounds off the ropes, and the crowd can see that he’s going for…
Edison: The Partisan Kick! He just nailed that indy scrub with that Partisan Kick!
McNally: Thought you were actually cheering for the Mutants…
Edison: Nope, just wanted to see someone go through that insane burning table, and now that it happened, thanks to the Senator, I’m happy now!
The Senator makes the academic cover…
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Phillip: Your winner, the Senator, Steve Phillips!
The Senator stands in the ring for a moment, surveying the carnage that he incurred on the Mutants, and motions for a microphone.
Senator: That…that is proof positive that a true warrior can overcome crude brawling and overrated weapons! My fists and feet are deadly enough weapons to overcome any foes, in any situation…including the Asylum! Hunter, I give you my word, unless we are the last two standing, I will make no attempt to defeat you in the match. I promised you when you won that belt that I would do my best to help you keep it, I do not go back on my word, and that, my friends, is nothing…but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:16:32 GMT -5
Segment: "The Confrontation Part II" (Credit: Rattlesnake / Gooey)
As the scene shifts once more, a distraught Rattlesnake walks around the back holding a small folded note in his hand.
RattleSnake: I'm going to find whoever did this and when I do, I'm going to give him an ass kicking like never before. You!
RattleSnake approaches a random man
RattleSnake: Do you know who a “GooeyGarth” is? Where can I find him!
Random Guy: I don’t know I haven’t seen him around here in a long while.
Obviously frustrated RattleSnake walks past the man and continues along, suddenly Rattlesnake comes across a scruffy odd looking guy he's never met and looks at him.
Rattlesnake: Do you know where I can find the guy who wrote this and left it on my car?
Garth takes a close look at the folded note the man holds in front of him.
Garth: I dunno, what is it?
RattleSnake: It’s an IOU. Someone took all of the wheels off my car and left this.
Gooey continues to look, the truth finally hitting him after a closer investigation.
Gooey: Oh! Right, yeah I wrote that. See my car had these flat tires and I have a long ways to go afterwards...
Rattlesnake's eyes widen.
RattleSnake: You...took the tires off of my car? Why in the hell would you do something so...stupid? Don't you know who the hell I am?
Gooey: Let me guess...You are, the big angry disgruntled guy giving away free tires, right? Am I close? Tell whether I'm hot or cold at least?
RattleSnake: You're wrong. Dead wrong. You see, whoever the hell you are, you're staring at the "Vision of Greatness." You're staring at the guy that on a whim could kick your ass.
Garth inspects the man from head to toe squinting at every limb
Gooey: "Vision of Greatness"? I'm sorry but maybe I should have my eyes checked, cause the only vision I'm getting here is a nice good view of that giant vein on your forehead.
Rattlesnake looks away for a moment. The comment really got him. He looks back at Garth.
RattleSnake: You know, you're a funny guy. Ha ha ha. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have a problem with you. But seeing as how you've gone and pissed me off with your little act, that's just not the case. Now, here's what I want you to do. I want you to walk your ass back to my car and put my tires back on there or else.
Gooey: Oh I would, you know I don't want any trouble especially someone with your "spectacular" physique. But um it turns out that I forgot that the reason my tires were flat was because I parked over some glass, so when I tried yours out, well you can draw the picture yourself... Unless you need me to.
Rattlesnake laughs for a moment and then stops abruptly.
RattleSnake: You don't want any trouble? Am I hearing you right? It doesn't matter. What does matter is the simple fact that you've gotten yourself into trouble. Now I would enjoy kicking your ass tonight...but I've already been in action and the last thing I need is more trouble tonight. Seeing as how I'm new and in need of a match later on, let's do it then. I wouldn't want you to feel like you've gotten yourself into any "trouble" tonight.
Gooey: So I assume there's gonna be trouble then?
Rattlesnake nods.
RattleSnake: Yeah, there will be. No one screws with my car and just gets away with it. I'm thinking of a day for this and I keep thinking of the 25th. Something seems to happen that day.
Gooey: Hey, you got quite the knack for fortune telling. Say, can you look into your crystal ball and tell me how bad I'm gonna rip that attitude out yer ass?
Garth flips Rattlesnake a quarter
Rattlesnake tosses the quarter back.
RattleSnake: You're going to need this for your retirement fund. After all, the ass kicking you get, you'll need this.
Gooey: Then it's settled, there's gonna be lots of trouble.
RattleSnake: Oh there will be and after it's over, you won't be doing this shit to me again.
Rattlesnake starts to walk away, but he stops and turns back to Garth.
RattleSnake: Don't forget. I wouldn't want to be you if you do.
Gooey: You damn right you wouldn't...My mongoose hates Rattlesnakes.
Gooey saunters off, cool as always, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:17:13 GMT -5
Segment: Abra Abra Kadabra (Credit: ??)
??: I really don’t like this.
The scene fades in and we see Fancy Dan, Packrat Red, and A-1 Capone approaching a large set of double doors. The same ones seen previously on Warfare.
Dan: You never like it, Red. Maybe if you wouldn’t try to make off with some of his stuff every time, or at least do it without getting caught, you’d have a better relationship.
Red: It’s not that, the boss man just gives me the creeps is all.
Capone: I heard he once tore a lion in half, like freaking Samson or something.
Red: If he can tear a lion in half, just thinka what he could do to me!
Dan: Shut up! He didn’t tear no lion in half. He’s just a guy like any other guy, who happens to be able to pay very well, and we respect him for that.
??: I’m glad one of you has some brains. You can come in now.
They all jump at the voice as the door clicks open. Fancy Dan pulls it open and they go inside. The room is still pitch black except for what little light enters from the doorway.
Red: If I’d known youse was listening, I-
??: Don’t bother. What took you an extra month to show up?
Dan: The stuff you told us to pick up along the way isn’t exactly easy to come by. I can’t even pronounce half of it. And we could only find most of these things in Alabama, for whatever reason.
??: I take it you did get everything, then? Where is it? I don’t see it.
Dan: I gave it to Capone.
Capone: I gave it to Red.
Red: I uh…I’m sure I have it on me.
There’s an awkward silence. The only sound is the sound of Red going through each of his pockets. Finally, he pulls out a burlap bag from one of the larger pockets.
Red: Aha! Here’s the stuff. What is it, anyway? All I see in here is some vials of red crap and green crap. And I don’t want to know what the solids in the ziplocks are.
??: You’re right, you don’t want to know.
Dan: Ingredients is what it sounds like. You cooking up some new drug? Need some peddlers?
??: It isn’t drugs. At least, not the kind you’re talking about. It’s none of your concern, I’m just glad you got it here. You’ll be paid in full. Just keep up the rest of the work.
Dan: Right, I’m sorry. I crossed my boundaries. I-
He’s interrupted by intense coughing. The boss man begins coughing nonstop. Something in the darkness, something made of glass, is heard being knocked off of something and shattering against the floor. Probably a lamp from the desk. The trio is startled, but don’t know what to do. Finally the coughing subsides. The man is breathing deeply.
Dan: You gonna be alright? I wouldn’t want to leave and have you keel over on us.
??: The bag…put it on my desk. Must get to work.
Dan takes the bag from Red and walks into the darkness toward the barely visible outline of the desk. He steps in some glass shards as he gets near, from the broken lamp. He sits the bag on the desk and stands there for a moment, looking at the boss man as best he can in the darkness.
??: I appreciate your effort. Please, leave. Don’t forget to close the door. And Red, put the watch back in the coat pocket on your way out.
Red gulps, pulling a shiny gold watch with diamonds out of one of his own pockets, and placing it back into a coat hung up by the door.
Dan: Are you sure you’re alright?
??: I said leave!
They scurry out of the room and close the door behind them. They hear another coughing fit start inside the room, but they don’t dare intrude. They turn and walk off.
Red: On his deathbed and he still catches me, what a miser.
Capone: What do you mean deathbed? The boss man can’t die. He’d give the grim reaper a back breaker!
Dan: I wouldn’t have thought so either Capone, but you didn’t get a look at his face in there. I did. I ain’t never seen the boss man look that bad. I think we’re going to need to find a new top employer soon.
They make their exit as loud coughing echoes down the hallway with them.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:18:51 GMT -5
Match 8: Non-Title Match Hunter vs. BK London
It’s been a typically enthralling night in ACW, and the fans are feeling most satisfied with what their ticket money has bought them. And there’s still one more treat to come – a true clash of the titans.
Philip enters the ring for the final time, adjusts his collar, and surveys the crowd before speaking.
Philip: Our main event tonight is a non-title singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York… the “Sole Survivor” BK London!
”Hold Ya Head” blares through the arena, and though BK gets plenty of boos as he emerges on to the stage, there are also the unmistakable cheers from the many fans who are happy to acknowledge his status regardless of his attitude. BK glances to his left and right, absorbing the atmosphere before walking to the ring; his expression is one of total focus. He stretches and flexes his muscles as his music dies away.
Philip: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York… he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, and current ACW World Champion… Andrew Hunter!
”Ex Nihilo” plays through the darkened arena, and after a few seconds Hunter steps out into the gaze of the fans. There is a slightly muted reaction as he heads toward the ring, perhaps out of respect for what Hunter has been through; Hunter himself is giving little away as he enters the ring, and hands his title belt to the referee for safekeeping.
The lights return, and the crowd watches, already entranced, as the two men look upon one another. The referee completes his checks, and then gives the signal to the timekeeper for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
Even without the World Title on the line, this is a high stakes match; no one can quite be sure of Hunter’s mental state after all he’s been through, and both competitors have a vested interest in demonstrating their strength in advance of the rapidly approaching Asylum match. They circle for a few moments, choosing their time to act, and then launch toward one another, tying up and attempting to get an early advantage by overpowering their opponent. There is a moment or two of struggle, and then BK manages to hook out Hunter’s leg with his own, unbalancing him and allowing the former World Champion to lift his foe and slam him forcefully to the mat. It’s the simplest of moves, but it speaks volumes about BK’s intent and determination, and he shouts at Hunter, demanding he stand up and fight back.
The fans, who have been quite divided in their opinions, all unite at this sentiment, and Hunter is almost carried back up on to his feet by waves of sound. He looks BK square in the eye, and it is clear at once that this is a man who has literally been to hell and back, and isn’t going to fret about taking out his anger and frustration here. Hunter moves forward with blinding speed, and BK rises into an uppercut to meet him; Hunter is taken aback but only for a split second, and then he’s blazing into BK with repeated punches, striking his foe over and over until BK’s defences slip and he lands a huge swinging forearm to the side of his foe’s head. BK wobbles, and this lets Hunter pull off his famous Dynamite to great acclaim. Hunter pins, and gets slightly more than a 1 count; he is not surprised by BK’s kick, but the venom with which BK pushes him away before rolling back to his feet proves that losing is an option that both men are absolutely refusing to even consider.
It’s as if there’s some sort of magnetic attraction between Hunter and BK, for no sooner are they back on their feet than they are once again in close proximity. Hunter ploughs his considerable strength born of frustration into a series of lunches, but leans forward a little too far so that BK is able to shift position and use a series of punches with a side headlock, one of his favoured weardown techniques. Hunter wrenches himself free and launches off a kick, only for BK to accept the opportunity presented to him and catch Hunter’s foot, sweeping him off his feet and applying his crown heights cloverleaf. The crowd yells, once again divided over who to support; BK shouts at Hunter, but he’s dealing with a man who’s endured pain the like of which BK can’t ever hope to match, and after 20 seconds or so Hunter powers out and nips back on to his feet. As strong as he is, BK is rocked by the barrage of punches that now come his way, and Hunter concludes the exchange with a belly to belly suplex. He leaps back on his feet and now it’s the champion’s turn to shout, as Hunter yells at BK to get up.
BK doesn’t want or need to be ordered around by Hunter, and perhaps for this reason, instead of getting up he rolls sideways and drops out of the ring. If he was hoping to catch a breath and re-assess the situation, however, he’s out of luck; as he stands up Hunter comes forward with a crunching baseball slide that connects with BK’s chest and sends him backward at speed into the safety barrier. The fans at the front jump back in surprise, and this turns out to be a wise move as Hunter storms in and pulls BK up, trapping him against the metal barrier and clubbing him with forceful forearms. BK reels under the assault and Hunter gets his foe up on to his shoulders, only for BK to thrash until Hunter has to drop him. BK lands on the other side of the barrier, and with characteristic quick thinking rakes Hunter across the eyes and then drives his face on to the top of the security barrier. This would hurt under normal circumstances, but with a tooth missing and tender flesh it’s excruciating, and Hunter roars with agony, much to BK’s satisfaction. He hops back over the barrier, punches Hunter a couple more times, and then bundles him back into the ring to continue his assault.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:19:39 GMT -5
If Hunter was angry before, now he’s enraged beyond words, but this isn’t of the least concern to BK who has discovered what he thinks is a most profitable plan of attack. He notes which of Hunter’s legs is also carrying an injury, and starts aiming his low kicks in at that spot, which of course only serves to get Hunter steamed even more. Hunter hits BK with a swinging blow from his arm, but BK isn’t discouraged and produces a European Uppercut, shifts behind his foe and uses a release german suplex. Hunter lands hard, once again on his injured leg, but nips back on to his feet and comes straight back with an incredibly fast clothesline, jumps right over BK even while he’s still dropping, and is able to execute his APM with BK face up to turn the entire match around. He goes for the cover, 1….2- BK shoves his arm in the air and rolls over, the referee counts again, 1…2- Hunter kicks out, and the crowd is rapt as both men pull themselves up and exchange another swathe of blows, seemingly pushing any thoughts of fatigue out of their mind.
The atmosphere has rarely been more intense during a PPV, let alone an edition of Meltdown, and still neither man will concede so much as a micron to their opponent. Hunter steps up the pace, and ducks a punch from BK to move behind him and apply a waistlock. BK immediately jabs in a sharp elbow, Hunter releases the hold, and BK grabs Hunter for a neckbreaker – which is exactly as Hunter was hoping, and he counters this into a backdrop while BK’s hands are full. BK rolls over on to his hands and knees, and Hunter pounces, applying the Bear Trap (Camel Clutch) before BK can get up. The look in Hunter’s eyes is fearsome, he is expelling all his inner fury in this match, and only a man of BK’s caliber can possibly withstand it; even so, when BK is finally able to inch his way to the ropes, he looks just a little out of breath. BK gives Hunter a look of steel, and then explodes forward, hammering the champion with blow after blow, almost entering a trance-like state of his own until Hunter at last succumbs and starts to stagger. The fans are expecting something big, and they get it as BK hits the Revolv- NO! Hunter counters it into a rough version of the Shotgun, and the crowd roars, the match is over, 1….2…-
BK kicks, drawing on stores of energy that even he was only vaguely aware he possessed. The fans are by now almost delirious with delight, and BK pounds his chest, beating Hunter back to his feet and this time delivering an elbow to the neck before attempting and succeeding with the revolver. With the noise at fever pitch, BK pins and hooks the leg, 1….2…thr- kickout by Hunter! The fans find an even higher level of hyperactivity as BK shakes his head; it really is so, so close, and on practically any other day, the bell would have been ringing to signal time expiry and an honourable draw for both participants. Whatever the eventual result, honor is assured to both BK and Hunter… but tonight, someone must prevail, the sword must fall to one side or another. With an unspoken understanding, BK and Hunter rise, and face one another one more time…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2006 17:20:18 GMT -5
The two tie up, and there is a moment of perfect balance as they strive to lift one another. While it lasts, it is beautiful… and then BK finds the sliver of extra strength, and sends Hunter skyward into an arcing suplex. Barely even looking at his opponent, BK rolls up and reaches out, grasping Hunter’s arm; he whips him into the ropes that are close by, and as Hunter rebounds BK throws him up and nails the Guillotine Shades of Michaels. The cry of the crowd is primeval as BK drops into the pin, and the referee can barely be heard as he counts 1….2…- another kickout from Hunter, and BK stares at the referee, trying to comprehend what’s going on. Hunter drags himself on to his feet, his anger has been incinerated and now he feels tired, so very tired… and yet he will not give up. BK has no time to react as Hunter lifts him up, and delivers a perfect Volcano driver; again the fans ready themselves for the bell as Hunter makes the cover, 1…2….thre- NO, it still is not enough…
Both men stay down for several seconds, and the referee is almost halfway through a 10 count before they slowly start to rise. Even without a grand stipulation or fanc name, the fans know they are now witness to one of the classic ACW encounters, and Hunter and BK share a momentary knowing smile. Facing one another across the ring, each knows that they have only one real chance left for victory… enough strength for one last push. Cameras flash everywhere, and they start toward one another; it’s all over in less than 2 seconds, but it seems much longer to some of those watching. BK is committed right from the start to a running Shades of Michaels variation, and Hunter at first tries to duck – but then changes his mind and as the two come into range he does the unthinkable and jumps upward. BK’s foot connects squarely with his jaw, but even as he is being knocked back Hunter gets his own foot up and slams it into the back of BK’s skull, just as he would with a normal Floyd Kick.
They fall together, conquering and conquered alike. Neither is fully aware of what is happening… and Hunter certainly doesn’t recall landing with his arm across BK’s chest. But luck, instinct or both comes to his aid, and the referee is accompanied by thousands of voices as he counts the 1…..2…..3.
Philip: Here is your winner……..HUNTER!
Hunter’s music can barely be heard over all the noise in the arena; it’s several moments before either man begins to fully regain consciousness, and EMTs run down from the back in case they are needed. When Hunter at last gets up, there is a huge cheer, and Hunter at first looks absolutely bewildered until the referee hands him his title belt, and he remembers what he’s spent the last 35 minutes doing.
There is another large wave of cheers as BK stands up; it takes him a few seconds to get a handle on things too, and he can’t hide his disappointment as he realizes that he’s lost the match. Without speaking, he slides out of the ring; other days BK might have been cocky, or derisive, but not today. He simply acknowledges inwardly that he needs to find still more within himself if he is to make his dream for the PPV a reality.
Does he believe he can do such a thing? Of course he can. That smirk is already starting to creep around the edges of his lips as BK heads to the back…
Still in the ring, Hunter holds up his belt to the fans. There’s been a great deal of talk about the “3 month curse” of ACW, which so far only Yoko Satoshi has managed to defeat… but Hunter looks the most likely man yet to repeat her achievement. Anyone who tells you they “know” who will come out on top at Genocide will almost certainly have to eat their words.
The show ends with what on the surface is a picture of a triumphant Hunter. But inside, Hunter feels anything but triumphant.
In fact, he is feeling something he’s never truly felt before. And that feeling has the potential to change his life completely…
There are others who are facing mighty challenges, at all levels of the ACW hierarchy. The choices they make will determine not only whether they win or lose matches, but their entire futures…
Who will succeed, and who will fail in their endeavors?
Tune in to Warfare to find out…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Mar 16, 2006 17:21:38 GMT -5
Great Show all.
Genocide looks better than ever. I personally cannot wait.
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Post by BK London on Mar 16, 2006 17:22:48 GMT -5
Shit. I lost.
I shall win the title. I MUST!
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Post by hunter on Mar 16, 2006 17:24:08 GMT -5
Awesome show. And somehow I won. ;D
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Mar 16, 2006 17:24:19 GMT -5
Great jobs from everyone. I am very impressed. Especially with RattleSnake.
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Post by The Senator on Mar 16, 2006 17:30:14 GMT -5
HOLY DOUBLE MOMENT NIGHT, BATMAN!! [glow=red,2,300]The Senator's Moment #1[/glow]
Gooey's back!!!
[glow=red,2,300]Moment #2[/glow]
Brilliant segment...and I don't think I <I>want</I> to know what the "inner sex panther" is...
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Post by Rattlesnake on Mar 16, 2006 17:42:05 GMT -5
Nice show y'all!
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