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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:21:49 GMT -5
Both men rise without much delay, and Scott’s superior raw strength allows him to push Red back to a neutral corner. Red, however, hops over the ropes and runs along the apron; Scott tries to keep up with him, but Red is able to leap into a hurricanrana that draws a pop from the fans. Red pins, but only gets 1.5 before Scott kicks out, and Scott is the first back on his feet allowing him to execute a headlock Judo Hip toss. Red isn’t down for more than a couple of seconds, but the tiny delay allows Scott to use a dragon screw and set up a leg lock with grapevine. Red’s eyes widen as Scott cranks it in, but he’s in luck; he’s not far from his own corner, and he stretches out his hand for the tag. No tag is forthcoming, however, and to his surprise and anger Red sees that Tornado is facing away from the ring, still with that nervous, pale distracted look. Red can’t thump the mat to get his attention, and so he is forced to endure the pain until the fans in the front row taunt Tornado and so alert him to the situation. Looking shocked, Tornado leans in and finally tags to Red; Scott releases the hold and immediately turns all his attention to Tornado.
With excellent timing, Scott grabs Tornado’s arm and whips him across the ring to his own corner. Lex has a boot up on the ropes that Tornado runs into, and the CBK smirk as Scott tags to Lex. Lex enters the ring, and Tornado ends up taking a double powerbomb; as the five seconds expire, Scott exits to the outside, and Lex immediately tags him back in again. This time they don’t hold back, and the crowd roars as the CBK demonstrate their One Shot Kill; Tornado is badly dazed, and there is little chance of him escaping this one as Scott makes the cover, 1…..2….-
But Scott is dragged off at the last second, and the camera swings to show that Red has left his corner and made the crucial intervention. As Scott protests, Lex goes after Red; he rushes around the corner of the ring, and hurtles right into a running bicycle kick from Red, who has turned around. With Lex down, Red sees Scott pinning again; the referee counts 1….2…thr- and this time Tornado kicks in the nick of time, making Scott audibly swear. Red leaps up on the apron and yells at Scott, taunting him; Scott furiously rushes, trying to knock him back, but instead Red dodges, grabs him and then drops to jar Scott’s neck against the ropes. As Scott gasps for breath, Tornado drags himself to his corner and collapses as Red is at last able to tag back in; he runs up to Scott and executes his Death Wish (spiraling sitdown powerbomb). Still stunned from the rope drop, Scott is further compromised, and Red pins for the 1….2…..3-
The Scarlet Assassin kicks, but just a tad too late, and the bell rings.
Philip: Here are your winners… Code Red!
Red rolls off of Scott, and then has to make a swift exit from the ring as Lex comes after him; both members of CBK are furious at having the win stolen from under their noses. Tornado still looks pale as he and Red back off from the ring; he raises his arms in victory, but everyone knows that it was Red who saved both Tornado and the match for their team. Although he tries not to show it, it’s clear that Red is not entirely happy with how things played out…
As Code Red go to the back, Scott and Lex snatch back their belts, and make a point of showing these off again to the fans who are booing the cocky champions. They may not have the victory in name, but they were clearly the superior team tonight, and they continue to press their point as the show fades out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:22:21 GMT -5
Segment: "A Few Points" (Credit: Rattlesnake) Rattlesnake stands around with Charlotte King. The smile on his face it surprisingly huge. He fixes his collar and twists his head until he hears his neck pop.
Charlotte: Tonight, I stand here with ACW Rookie, Rattlesnake.
Charlotte turns to Rattlesnake as his smile subsides.
Charlotte: Now Rattlesnake, you are fresh off your win at your first ever Pay-Per-View here, Genocide. Is there anything you might want to say concerning the match in general?
Rattlesnake looks at Charlotte and nods.
Rattlesnake: Of course, Charlotte. There are a couple of things I'd like to address concerning Genocide. First off, my match. It was a match of the ages. You had a veteran with lots of experience in the ring doing what he does best...and then you had Gooey. Now, what happened to him at Genocide, he brought it upon himself. It's not my fault that I kicked his ass. It's his fault.
Charlotte: His fault? Could you elaborate?
Rattlesnake: Sure, why not. You see, Gooey made one mistake the day he returned. He messed with my property. Now I don't know how anyone else would perceive this situation had it happened to them, but I was just doing what I had to do because I had been wronged. I had no choice but to walk down to the ring and right this wrong. I may not have the objects in question back, but I feel justified in what I did.
Charlotte: I see. Well, anything else about Genocide?
Rattlesnake: Oh yes, the one defining moment in the history of the ACW, the one moment everyone will be talking about for years to come. The debut of "Snake's Impact." As you know, I picked Santiago Rivera as my first guest. The interview went down great. But there's something I quickly learned about Santiago. He's egotistical. He feels that he's done more for his stable than anyone else and feels that he's more important than anyone else there. Hence, if they lost him, it would damage the stable completely.
Rattlesnake shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: But you see, he's wrong about that. Santiago leaving the stable or staying there won't hurt it. The only thing that's hurting the Senatorial Stable is the lack of greatness. I mean, look at the former ACW Heavyweight Champion, Andrew Hunter. He forfeited the match when he was one of the final three competitors. His chumpstain stable buddy Senator Steve Philips was eliminated earlier in the match. Now you don't have to tell me that getting rid of Santiago would hurt them. Seems like the lack of something "great" is what is really hurting them. No offense to them, but for a member forfeiting his title during the match, that's a sign of weakness.
Charlotte looks confused, but continues anyways.
Charlotte: Weakness? Hunter was doing what he felt was right.
Rattlesnake: But deep down he knew it was wrong. If you were the ACW Heavyweight Champion and you were defending your title, trying to be the best that you could possibly be, which would you do if it came to losing: forfeit and look weak or lose with dignity knowing that you got beat by the better person?
Charlotte: I see your point.
Rattlesnake: You would want to lose with dignity. But I digress. The fact of the matter is that the ACW has fallen into the grasp of the Snake. Only someone as Snaketasically great as me could handle that kind of pressure.
Charlotte: We'll see how you handle that. Now, if I could talk about your Genocide match for a moment, I'll let you prepare for later tonight. Earlier you said you felt justified about what you did to Gooey. How can you feel justified when you didn't beat him fairly?
Rattlesnake quickly looks at Charlotte with his eyes wide.
Rattlesnake: Didn't win fairly? Were you watching the same match as everyone else? You know, I had a feeling this might get brought up, so I have some footage set aside so everyone will remember how the match took place. Roll the footage monkeys!
Rattlesnake's footage rolls. It shows the part of the match where Rattlesnake heads over and grabs his Snakequalizer. All of a sudden, the footage changes to an empty arena and Rattlesnake places the Snakequalizer out of the ring and shakes his head. He turns around and grabs a mannequin with "Gooey" written across the torso. He hoists it on his shoulders and hits the Snakebite. He goes to cover and the footage goes back to the match where Rattlesnake pinned Gooey for the 1-2-3. His footage ends.
Charlotte: What was that?
Rattlesnake: Are you kidding? That was the unedited footage of what happened at Genocide. You see, I had a moment where I was going to do the wrong thing, but I changed my mind, struck Gooey and got the win. That's what really happened. If anyone tells you differently, then you can't rely on them because they are lying and trying to damage my credibility. No one knows what happened in that match better than I do.
Charlotte: That's true. But you can't expect us to believe that your "footage" is exactly what happened.
Rattlesnake: Oh it happened alright and I'm not going to stand around and listen to someone try and say that it's wrong. We're done here.
Rattlesnake walks away from Charlotte.
Charlotte: Well, there you have it. In his own mind, that what he believes happened at Genocide, but we all saw what really took place.
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:23:02 GMT -5
Segment: Trouble in paradise? (Credit: Red, Tornado)
A camera cuts backstage to see Mr Red stomping down the hall fuming. He rounds a corner to see Tornado pacing around whilst muttering to himself. Red walks behind Torny and spins him around so they are face to face.
Red: What the hell was that about back in the ring? Have you lost your mind? What the fuck is your problem?
Torny: What the fuck is YOUR problem? We won, didn’t we?
Red: Only because I saved your ass from a beating, and withstood a heck of a lot of pain while you were daydreaming! Quit focusing so much on your damned self and start focusing on being a part of the team.
Torny: Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? I'm actually going somewhere with my career. What are you doing? NOTHING!! You just seem to be relying on me for your glory...it's fucking pathetic!
Red and Tornado square off face to face and start screaming obscenities that are giving the censoring crew a nice workout. Suddenly a figure pops between them, pushing them apart.
Jake: Come on guys. This isn’t the way a tag team is supposed to act.
Red: No. I will show you how they are supposed to act.
Red swipes the Light Heavyweight title off of Jake’s shoulders and takes a swing at Tornado with it. His swing is cut short as the title is yanked from his hands by Jake.
Jake: Hey, hey. Get your own title to swing at someone.
It takes Jake a second to realize how that came out, especially after what Tornado just said. His eyes widened as he saw the fire light into Red’s eyes. Jake stepped back and started to apologize.
Red: Screw the both of you. Cause soon enough I will own both of your titles.
Red storms off as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:23:21 GMT -5
Segment: Re-United At last! (Credit: Latino/Atomic)
The scene opens up to the familiar scenery of Latino and Atomic’s locker room. The room is quiet and lighted fairly well and there seems to be no one else around that can be seen at least. Footsteps can be heard outside the room and the doorknob turns. The door opens and Latino walks in. He looks around as if trying to make sure everything that he left is still intact. Suddenly the patter of feet can be heard and Latino instantly recognizes who they belong to.
Latino: PACINO!
Al Pacino: WOOF!
The scene slows down as if it everyone was watching the matrix and for some strange reason “Reunited” by Peaches and Herb can be heard in the background. Latino throws his bag across the room not caring where it goes and Al Pacino runs towards his beloved owner. His tongue hangs out of his mouth as slobber and spit run off his tongue. His face’s skin pushes back from the speed that he’s running. Latino opens up and Pacino jumps in his arm. Underestimating how big his dog has gotten since he last saw him Latino falls down on his back and Al Pacino can’t help but lick his face with his long tongue.
Latino (Pushing him away as he laughs): Ok, ok nino that’s enough.
Latino wipes his face as he is still chuckling to himself. Pacino then rushes him again, nearly knocking him down. Pacino then starts poking his head around the couch and after a few seconds of searching pulls out a rope. He starts playing with his owner as he shakes his head and swinging the rope around. Latino then bites on the other and before you know both “dogs” are in a tug-of war. Pacino steps back and starts growling as he tries to win the war but Latino is quickly on his hands and knee pulling back letting out a growl of his own. The two pull back and forth repeatedly and Latino is pulling back just about to win when a loud “RAAAAAAAAAR!” screeches in the room. Richard Parker comes out of a nowhere and jumps on Latino’s face. His paw clutch on Latino’s face and Al Pacino starts running around wagging his tail and barking like crazy.
Latino gets on his feet and starts running around the room screaming as he’s trying to get Parker off of his face. He shakes his head left to right and then up and down almost to the point that his face blurs from the speed. He then stops and looks around like a lightbulb just went off in his head. He turns around to face the wall and starts lifting his feet up and down as he gets ready. Latino then runs straight at the wall and just as he’s about to hit the wall Parker leaps off and Latino stops just inches from the barrier in front of him. He looks around and starts tapping his head with a smile.
Latino: Yea! You didn’t think I remembered did you!?
Latino picks up Parker from the back of neck.
Latino: Yea I remembered last time what you made me do! Now I got the last laugh.
Latino is about to do something to Parker when a voice breaks the “fun”.
Atomic: What are you up to now, Victor?
Latino: Shit! I mean….Hi Mami! I….I was just playing with Richard Parker.
Atomic (grabbing Parker from Latino): Uh huh… sure you were.
Latino: No, really. I was….ummm….I was gonna pet him….and love him? Yea that’s right love him.
Atomic: Oh, right Victor. I know you and your dislike for my cat.
She looks down at Parker, who looks back at her innocently.
Atomic: I’ve told you not to… aww heck, I can’t stay mad at such a gorgeous fluffball. You’re so sweeeeeet…
Latino: Pendejo!
Atomic: What was that?
Latino: Nothing.
Atomic turns around and Latino stands behind her as he mouths out various profanities, English and Spanish. He then stops as Atomic turns around and starts walking away. He grabs the rope and tries to pull it away from Pacino but he pulls back as if it’s another game. As the scene fades to black Pacino pulls back and nearly knocks Latino on his back as he yells out again.
* Fades to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:24:33 GMT -5
Segment: Unjust Anger? (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens up a shot of the pandemonium in the crowd in the ACW arena, following the huge Asylum at Genocide the crowd continues to fill themselves with the anxious feeling to see what events will follow and it looks like they won't have to wait too long to find out. The dark and grim sounds of "Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G. sound throughout the P.A. system and the entire arena switches gears and respond in a frenzy of boos. BK London walks through the curtains onto the stage, wearing a dark black pair of sunglasses and he doesn't look too happy.
He stops at the top of the stage as the lights flash throughout the arena and the spot light shines on him. He looks from side to side with a grimace before removing his dark sunglasses and with doing so the lights in the arena return to normal and the music fades. Unlike his normal segments toward the crowd it doesn't appear that he will be doing it in the ring but at the top of the stage. Chants of "You Choked! You Choked! You Choked!" circulate the arena and BK continues to look at the crowd with a scowling expression. He walks back through the curtain in a rage but comes back out after receiving a pep talk from his protege Predator. BK doesn't like one bit that he isn't standing here in the limelight with the ACW Championship and the crowd is definitely taking advantage of that.
Predator: Listen you slack-jawed hicks! Shut your god damn mouths! BK London is trying to speak! You show some damn respect!
The magnitude of the boos only increase with Predator's statement but the chants do indeed cease. Predator hands the mic to BK London and he looks toward the crowd in disgust before speaking his mind.
BK: Thank you Predator. At least I know one person in this damn business hasn't lost their mind over what happened at Genocide. You know it, and everyone else knows that I should be the one standing before you in the limelight, I should be the center of attention, I SHOULD BE THE ONE STANDING HERE WITH THE ACW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SLATED OVER MY SHOULDER!
BK takes time to settle down and takes a deep breath before getting back on the mic.
BK: There is no way, that I will be ok with the fact that a WOMAN....is holding onto my title - the most prestigious title in Alpha Championship Wrestling today.
The camera pans through the crowd and gets various shots of the women in the crowd who once swooned over him, booing and jeering him.
BK: There will be hell to pay, and my warpath toward the ACW Heavyweight Championship starts TONIGHT, because I'll be damned if I sit around for another 365 days and watch the title that deserved to be around my gorgeous waist, passed around like a joint. And you’ll be pleased to know your ACW Chairman has already tried to screw me over… he informed me before I came out here that he’s putting me in a Sudden Death Triple Threat Over the Top Rope Challenge with Jonny Spade and some mystery opponent, with the winner getting a shot at the ACW World Title a week from tonight.
The crowd buzzes with interest at this news.
BK: But if he thinks he can intimidate me with that…. he’s an even bigger idiot than I thought.
Both BK and Predator scoff at his little challenge.
BK: You’re going to have to put more in my path to deny me of what is mine Ginger. And when I toss either one of those assclowns you sent for me over the top rope, and I meet Atomic Kitsune next week on Meltdown....
BK immediately stops talking and he walks behind the curtain for a few moments, suddenly he emerges with a steel chair embedded in barbed wire.
BK: ......I will be ready. Atomic Kitsune...Alicia.....listen very closely....
A dramatic pause.
BK: ...I WANT YOUR BLOOD!
With those words "Hold Ya Head" sounds through the speakers and you can hear the crowd murmuring amongst themselves with the camera shot still closed up towards BK face. A pure look of aggression and pugnacity is the embodiment of BK's emotions. BK London has been known to make a quick and decisive change from layback and cocky to hardcore and vicious and AK knows this well, will she have what it takes to stop BK London? Time will reveal all secrets soon enough.....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:25:35 GMT -5
Segment: Breaking Rules…Underground (Credit: WeDrag)
The underground passageways beyond the ACW Arena have never been fully described or uncovered before this. There are several light tubes attached to the walls, but have a dull brightness to them. Several of them clearly need changed, but when only the janitor is ever likely to come down into these quarters, who cares? Dan is merrily trotting along an elevated pathway. It’s only about two feet off the ground, but it’s there, for some necessity. Probably because the actual floor underneath only looks like dirt, like there’s no finish on it at all. But Dan thinks he’s won. He is sure that he’s been able to overcome the new policy. The only question is whether or not he’ll be able to get out of the steam corridors. And there’s not much time to be lost. With a match later that night against Nina, Dan cannot afford to be wasting time. What’s worse, he hears some footsteps behind him. He turns around, to see two of the security guard members pointing at him. They run towards him, and Dan gulps again. He’s not ready for the chase, and with sweat slowly appearing on his forehead, it appears that the corridors are already rather hot.
Dan turns and begins to run at jogging pace. He takes a swift right at a T-junction, but already the gang appears to be slowly gaining yards on him. Dan looks around, but only notices corridor after corridor after corridor, with no goal behind any of them. Dan turns to the wall, and sees a wheel. He turns the wheel, greatly hoping for a wall of steam to block off the chasers. But the wall appears in front of Dan, and the wheel locks. Unable to set it free, Dan leaps over the barrier and starts running along the torrid floor. The security guards catch up in no time, having the luxury of walking on solid steel, but don’t expect to be blinded by a cloud of boiled water. As they’re temporarily blinded, Dan uses his aerobic techniques to grab hold of the balcony, and flip himself over the rail, landing on his feet. One of the guards manages to turn the wheel, and they have Dan in their sights again, although Dan is about 30 metres away from the two. The sound of rushing footsteps and heavy breathing, as well as the occasional rustle from the carrier bag can by heard by Dan as he tries to outrun the guards, and it looks to be working.
Dan turns a corner into the centre room. He stops in awe as he sees several pipes and wheels and levers, all asking to be pulled. Dan turns to the left, and notices a large red button. He presses it, and an alarm sounds. The door behind him and straight ahead of him begins to close, and Dan leaps over the pipes laid out across the floor. He slides under the door, keeping the carrier bag safe. But more importantly, he’s probably gained an extra hundred metres to his distance away from the guards. Dan wipes his forehead again. The sweat is dripping off his head rather vigorously as he climbs a flight of stairs. He rushes past the open door, and into a dark room. Dan keeps on going, when he finds out he cannot open the door in front. But there’s a huge hole in the door, and Dan places his hand through to open it from the outside. Once open, Dan rushes out, and realizes he’s back where he began. Oddly, despite running as far away from this area as possible, Dan has somehow managed to end up back at this spot.
Dan hears voices from behind him, and so turns to the left, running down the hallway. He’s entering a new part of the building, where the locker room names are more familiar, such as ‘Santiago Rivera’ and ‘Vortex’ having their shiny new nameplates on their door. Dan pays no notice however, and looks on, seeing his target. The camera eyes it, reading the name plate on the door:
“The Untouchables”
The Untouchables’ locker room is the destination, but Dan can hear more voices up ahead. Most notably orders, to find him. Dan leaps behind a clothes washing trolley, and sneaks down that corridor. He’s clear from danger, but decides to stop here to wait until everybody’s gone from the area. The thoughts going through his mind are perhaps shooting down some Federal Members with a flamethrower, or blasting a shot from 35 yards with Nolberto Solano into the top corner. The perfect goal, especially against a FIFA fanboy such as Tornado. Dan sneaks along the corridor and looks to his left. The coast is clear but there’s just a short way down before the next corridor, which bears his locker room. It’s also clear, and Dan smirks as he creeps around the corner, and rushes getting to his locker room. But he’s jumped by someone, and Dan is forced to struggle the guy off. The man reaches for the bag, but Dan locks him into a Fujiwara Armbar. Suddenly, Dan realizes who it is, and releases the hold.
Dan: “Gary, what the fuck are you doing here?”
Gary picks himself up. But he’s hurt his shoulder, and quite badly. Dan helps him to his feet, and picks up the microphone and hands it to Gary.
Dan: “Never mind, I have some other business to take care of.”
Dan rushes towards his door and enters. He shuts it, and about a nanosecond later, the guards walk round the corner, and straight past the locker room without hesitation. Dan wipes his forehead one last time as he looks into the locker room, and sees Jonny and Tornado staring at him. Dan smirks as he calmly walks over to the couch, resting on it. He places the carrier bag onto the table, and carefully lifts out the contents. There’s several cheers and praise for Dan for his good efforts, especially with the guards so adamant on not allowing any videogames to be played. Dan then gets to his feet, and lifts up the Slimline PS2. He places it on top of the TV, and begins to set it up as we come to a close.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:26:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - Part II: The Questioning (Credit: Santiago)
We fade into the shot as Kevin Fitsharris stumbles into the Senatorial locker room. He quickly tries to go to the bathroom but stumbles over the chair and starts laughing.
Kevin: HAH---HAH HAH...wow right...right...bathroom...yeah.
Kevin wobbles in, barely able to turn the doorknob as he goes to the sink. He sprays himself with water as water from the shower can be heard and steam is all over the bathroom. Kevin then looks in the mirror as his eyes bulge out.
Kevin: ...WHO ARE YOU?!? Do...do...do I have like...a brother or something? Hey...yeah...yeah you dick face, answer me!
Sweet humming can be heard in the background, and it sounds like a woman. Either Jake got into the wrong locker room, or it’s Bre McKey...yeah, it’s probably Bre.
Kevin: You no good piece...of SHIT! Answer me! Spe...speak now or forever hold your peace! Hey wait, wait...that’s a wedding. Speak!
About 30 seconds pass of Kevin staring his...”twin brother” down.
Kevin: Ya know, screw you man!
Kevin begins to walk out of the room and as is just about to shut the door.
Kevin: COOOOOOOOOOOWAAAARD!
Kevin stumbles to a chair and sits down then starts looking around the room amazed in the colors.
Kevin: Hey...wait...wait...
He looks around.
Kevin: Wait...wasn’t that Bre in there? In...in the shower, and I...was right there.
Kevin starts looking at the door and back. He does this about 5 times.
Kevin: Why...why didn’t I look at her? What’s wrong with me? Am I unattracted to women? Maybe it’s time for me to find my true inner sex panther.
He looks straight in front of him to find Scott staring at him.
Scott: Who the HELL are you talking to?
Kevin: AHH! WHOOA...when...when did you get here?
Scott: I’ve literally been here the whole time you have.
Kevin: Oh well um...I...I gotta go!
Kevin gets up and runs for the door and scatters out down the hall as Scott looks in complete shock. He then shakes his head and goes back to reading <plug>Entertainment Weekly</plug>.
And so the tale goes on and on...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:27:15 GMT -5
Match 3: The Great KUDA vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Tornado) We return to inside the arena, the crowd are going wild; the upcoming match is highly anticipated and one that many ACW fans have been dying to see since it was announced.Philip: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 221lbs; from Kyoto, Japan…The Great KUDA!! The arena is pitched into darkness and the opening chords of “Vampire Killer" play; KUDA steps out slowly with the R-3 flag draped over his head and shoulders, only allowing enough opening to see and feel his way down the ramp to the ring slowly. He then does a praying tight rope ritual walk across one turnbuckle to the next before jumping back to his feet.Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 196lbs; he is the current ACW LightHeavyweight Champion… Jake Cheng!! ”Petrified” by Fort Minor hits and Jake walks out to a frosty reception from the crowd. He ignore the smattering of boos as he makes his way down to the ring, sliding quickly in and posing on the turnbuckle.
KUDA blindsides Jake, hitting a dropkick to the small of his back causing him to tumble out to the floor. In the ring KUDA sticks his tongue out in quite a disturbing way and bites the top rope, seemingly to the delight of the fans.Bell Rings. Jake dives back under the bottom rope only to receive a vicious torrent of stomps to the head courtesy of KUDA who then mounts Jake, wrapping his hands around his throat as he does so. Jake lets out a high-pitched gargling sound as KUDA applies pressure and the referee goes mental. He grabs hold of KUDA’s arm and tries to wrench it off Jake’s throat. He succeeds in getting KUDA to relinquish his grip but in turn gets chased out of the ring. KUDA leans over the ropes, taking swipes at the terrified ref and is only stopped when Jake grabs him from behind and delivers a flurry of punches to his face. KUDA is shocked as Jake whips him across the ring, and the ref climbs back in, going for a dropkick which KUDA ducks. The crowd pop loudly as KUDA hits Jake square in the temple with the Flashback Elbow (Handspring Elbow). They also take great gratification in the follow-up to the dazed Cheng…a lightning quick Roundhouse Kick to the jaw which floors the current LightHeavyweight Champion instantaneously. KUDA covers… 1 2 …Jake throws a shoulder marginally before the 3 count; much to the chagrin of the audience. KUDA doesn’t seem unduly bothered and even takes the time to taunt Cheng, telling him to get up but knocking him back down with another rapid Roundhouse Kick to his head. The crowd loudly applaud KUDA as he sticks his tongue out; it actually looks really creepy, and gnaws on the top rope. Jake uses this time-wasting by KUDA as an opportunity to quickly perform a kip-up and attack him from behind with a Superkick to the back of his head. KUDA tumbles over the top rope as the crowd show their displeasure to Jake, who narrowly voids being hit by a generic cola can (no product placement in ACW ). Jake then climbs out after KUDA, only to be whipped into the steps. As Jake stumbles next to the ring clutching the bottom of his spine, KUDA runs all the way up the ramp then runs all the way back down again, finishing it off with a clothesline into the apron which causes Jake to howl in pain. KUDA rolls him back into the ring. KUDA jumps onto the apron and leaps over the ropes, hitting a splash on Jake and covering… 1 2 …Once again Jake summons up the strength to kick out and also once again, he receives the crowd’s displeasure. KUDA this time seems quite annoyed; he seemed to think he had this one in the bag. He and Jake rise to their feet, naturally KUDA gets there first because he was the aggressor, and poises himself for another attack. The shock is evident as Jake avoids his Dropkick, instead hitting one of his own. As Jake goes over to KUDA to pull him to his feet KUDA grabs hold of his head and sinks his teeth into his forehead…managing to draw a surprisingly large amount of blood which he purposely gets all over his hands. As Jake recoils in a mixture of surprise and disgust, KUDA slips out of the ring and walks over to where his R-3 Flag lies. He lifts it up and proudly places his hand in the centre, leaving a bloody hand-print. We cut back to in-ring where Jake has finally composed himself. He reaches over the ropes and grabs hold of KUDA’s hair, only to receive a thumb to the eye. When Jake reaches down again he swipes at nothing but air as KUDA has dived under the ring. At this point he crawls out of the other side and silently slips into the ring. Jake turns around, a confused look painted on his face, only to have KUDA spew a black mass off Poison Mist into his face; this appears to be the end of the match. Suddenly, the arena is plunged into darkness; the crowd noise dies instantly as no-one has a clue what is going on. After a 10 second silence eerie music begins to play out of the speakers, seconds later it is joined by a pumping bass line. The voice of Shabazz, of the Gravediggaz, spits his lyrics over the beat. “Be a witness, as I exercise my exorcism The evil that lurks within; the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead I come forth with Gravediggaz in a head full of dread I've been examined ever since I was seamen They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles and drugged me all up with the diseases of evil Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple I'm fighting a holy war in the mental Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed Giving niggaz brain dimples Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples The cause of death is unknown to the cops Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin' one element to autopse First I'll assassinate 'em And them I'll cremate them and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones You try to haunt me nigga, I ain't trying to hear it Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spirit.” The lights slowly come back up and there is a lone figure stood on the stage, he is wearing a black hooded top which covers his face. Still the crowd are sat in silence, wondering who the hell this is. He stands there for approximately 15 seconds before he flips his hood back revealing his identity… …it is non other than Tornado. The crowd instantly begin a torrent of boos as KUDA and Tornado stare each other down. KUDA is barking insults Tornado’s way but Tornado simply stares at him silently. Not one to pass up an opportunity to grab a victory from the jaws of defeat, Jake spins KUDA around and hits The Trinity. (Stone Cold Stunner) Before KUDA knows what’s hit him Jake has got the cover. The 1, 2, 3 is elementary. Philip: And your winner, via pinfall… Jake Cheng!! Jake celebrates his unexpected victory and Tornado smiles cruelly and leaves without saying as much as a word. However, this is an example of the fact that actions indeed do speak louder than words.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:28:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - Part III: In With The Old (Credit: Santiago)
We open back up to the backstage area of the ACW arena and see Kevin Fitsharris once again walking down the corridors.
Kevin: Kalb...Kalb...gotta...find...Kalb
Lady: Hey there, hot stuff.
Kevin keeps walking then stops. He takes some steps back and looks over at the lady, however the camera doesn’t get a shot at her.
Kevin: What did you say?
The camera turns to reveal a wrinkly, old lady probably in her 80's.
Old Lady: I said, "hey there, hot stuff."
Kevin eyes pop out and he starts thinking inside his mind.
Kevin (In his head): Uhh hey, do you wanna go out?
Kevin (Out loud): Hmm maybe I just don’t like younger woman...and I AM starting to get a slight tingly feeling down south.
Workers all around stop what they're doing and some drop their coffee and just stare at Kevin.
Kevin: ...wait...did I just say out loud what I think I said out loud?
Old Lady: Shut up and lay it to me sweet cheeks!
The old lady plunges at Kevin and lays her lips on him. We then see tongue as guys all around can be heard hacking, some trying not to puke. It’s very sloppy, and VERY disturbing.
Old Lady: TAKE ME NOW!
Guy: OH GOOD LORD!
Some guys run off as the two remain kissing. Kevin opens his eyes then suddenly realizes, "Wait...what the hell am I doing, this is nasty!" So he pulls away from the old lady.
Old Lady: Come on...I got a hotel room, we can go there and just like the energizer bunny...we'll keep going and going and going, ALL NIGHT LONG!
Kevin: Umm yeah well about that...hmm...how can I put this...I don't want to date a baby boomer.
Old Lady: I don't understand, what are you trying to say?
Kevin: What I’m saying is...I don’t like old people who remind me of my grandma!
Old Lady: Oh come on, lay some sugar on me daddy-oh.
Kevin pushes her away and starts running down the hall as many workers try to stop gagging as the old lad shrugs her shoulders and walks off next to Gary.
Old Lady: So...looking for a good time?
Gary: YEAH!
Old Lady: Ok, let’s go.
Gary: Where are we going...I hope its Putt-Putt golf! I love that!
And the tale goes on and on...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:28:53 GMT -5
Segment: "Another Impact" by Rattlesnake and Jonny Spade
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The fans boo instantly in the darkness. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans.
Philip: Now coming to the ring...the host of "Snake's Impact," Rattlesnake!
Rattlesnake starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks past a couple chairs over the green canvas to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He jumps down and walks over to one of the chairs in the ring. He grabs the mic and sits down.
Rattlesnake: Damn it's good to be here. In fact, it's good to be me. No...not good, great. Genocide was merely five days ago and everyone got to see a lot of stuff they never imagined. Tonight, we continue that with the next guest for "Snake's Impact." Ladies and Gentlemen...Jonny Spade!
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits as Jonny Spade walks out from the back to cheers from the fans. He is seen to have some injuries as he has bandages around his waist and has a band-aid over his right eye. He walks down the ramp by each screaming fan. He walks up the steps and enters the ring. Rattlesnake offers the other seat and Jonny Spade grabs the mic sits down.
Rattlesnake: Ahh, Mr. Spade, I want to thank you for not only accepting the offer to appear here on "Snake's Impact," but also allowing this to take place just days after taking part inside the Asylum. You show a lot of true dedication.
Rattlesnake applauds as the fans cheer. He sees that Jonny Spade is about to speak, but instantly cuts him off.
Rattlesnake: But tonight, you're out here and unlike the interviewers in the back, you'll get hit with the more interesting questions. I've already got a few in mind. Some of them may seem familiar, but there are a couple that aren't.
Rattlesnake pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath.
Rattlesnake: First question...like I asked Santiago Rivera at Genocide, I'm curious as to how your debut turned out? How well did it go for you?
Jonny Spade: Heh, I remember like it was yesterday. My first match that I have had was a tag match with Dan White. He was the one that had brought me into ACW and we went against J Bone and Kid Krash. We beat their asses and I was the one that actually got the pinfall to win the tag match. And ever since then everything has been uphill for me.
Rattlesnake looks interested.
Rattlesnake: Ahh, that would kick it off. Picking up a win like that will definitely make everything go uphill. Second question...how has being in the Untouchables improved you?
Jonny: Being in the Untouchables helped me alot. I accomplished stuff that I couldn’t do on my own. What things you ask? Well I became a 6-time tag champ more times than anyone has done here.
Rattlesnake nods.
Rattlesnake: A 6-time tag team champion is something to be proud of. Hell, in my career, I've only been a 3-time Tag Team Champion. That's got me beat already.
Rattlesnake grins.
Rattlesnake: And now let's see how you answer this one...what do you think your life would be like here if you were never a part of the Untouchables?
Jonny Spade looks shocked for a second, as if he were slightly blindsided, but was expecting something close to that.
Jonny: More than likely, my life wouldn’t have changed too much. I mean really the only thing that changed me is that I got to win the tag titles again for the sixth time. But if I didn’t win them with Jake I bet I could have found someone else to win them with, which can't be to hard to do.
Rattlesnake: I see. So things would pretty much be just about the same. That's understandable. Question four...what would you say is the biggest impact you've made here thus far?
Jonny: I would say the biggest impact I’ve made is that surprisingly not my six tag champ wins...which I did do by the way...but that I have proven time and time again that I am not someone you can think “Oh I'm going against Spade? He will be an easy win for me.” Because THAT AIN'T TRUE! I will go toe to toe with anyone if they want to make a challenge towards me. I will more than likely accept it and they better bring their A-game because you better bet your ass that I will bring mine.
Rattlesnake: Well, each person has their own answers. That's similar to what I would say, with one exception...no one thinks that when they go against me. They have to think just what can they do to beat me. So far here in the ACW, no one knows that answer.
Rattlesnake laughs for a moment and then thinks of the one question he really wants to ask.
Rattlesnake: But I digress. I just have one more question for you. How did it feel to do something the "Vision of Greatness" did at Genocide? You did win...oh wait...scratch that.
The fans let out a "boo" towards that comment and Jonny takes a deep breath in and nods slowly as if saying "yea that’s a good one you got me there" expression on his face. He puts the mic to his lips but then pulls back because Rattlesnake is about to talk again.
Rattlesnake: Seriously though, how did it feel to be one of the eight people going for the ACW Heavyweight Championship?
Jonny Spade: How did it feel? You want to know how it felt?
Rattlesnake nods while having a smirk on his face and looking around the crowd a bit.
Jonny: Well I’m not surprised your asking someone how it would feel because truth be told everyone here in attendance and everyone in the back knows that you won't make it into any main events while you’re here in ACW.
The crowd laughs and the smirk on Rattlesnake turns into a mild angry facial expression. Rattlesnake mutters "is that a fact?" as Jonny gets up from his seat and starts walking around in the ring.
Jonny: Let me tell you how it was. Umm...okay think of it like this. You’re running a race against eight other people up a stair case to reach your goal at the top. And you know, win or lose...your name will still be known throughout the business as one of the best. And as you run that race you hear in the background…
Jonny stops walking around in the ring and places the mic near his mouth and starts talking in a deep voice.
Jonny (in a deep voice): TNT has been eliminated!, Senator has been eliminated!, Predator has been eliminated!, Holocaust has been eliminated!
Jonny returns to talking in his normal voice and sits on top of a random turnbuckle.
Jonny: So when you hear those names coming on the PA system and knowing that they have dropped out of the race and you are then down to four guys, you start to think that your chances of winning is there and then...WHAM!! You’re eliminated by a fuckin’ Shotgun through a table. Th--
Rattlesnake is seen snickering at the little metaphoric story Jonny is telling.
Jonny: You find this funny? You think you’re the shit don't you? Top of the line, the number one guy in the business huh? You think you’re all that for beating a guy that hasn’t wrestled in over 7 months?
Jonny hops down from the turnbuckle he was sitting on and tosses a chair out of his way to get face to face with Rattlesnake in his chair.
Jonny: Well I got news for you sir and I do use that term loosely. The other feds you were in before here and your “titles that you won” don't mean shit here. If you think you got what it takes to go one on one with The Ace of Spades himself. Then I say you and me right here right now.
Rattlesnake thinks for a moment and pops his neck.
Rattlesnake: Well, first off, that was quite an interesting story. I've heard some good ones everywhere I've gone and it's the same thing. "I had a chance to win the World Championship. I came close, but I failed to get it." You may believe that the titles I held in other feds doesn't mean shit here and while I agree with you to an extent, you seem to forget that at least I held one. Unlike you, I've held the World Championship more time in my career than Tag Team Championships.
Rattlesnake gets out of his chair and looks right in Jonny Spade's eyes.
Rattlesnake: I don't think you can say the same, can you? Don't bother because for someone who's a great Tag Team Championship competitor, that's obviously something you probably won't ever be able to do. Now, you seem to think that I'll never find myself in any main events while I'm here. I've heard that before and proved it wrong. Your little declaration there will be proven wrong. One day you'll see me in the main event, but not right now. Care to know why?
Rattlesnake smirks as he continues to stand in Jonny's face.
Rattlesnake: Because I don't want it right now. If I wanted it, I'd be there right now. I'd leapfrog over everyone else here right into the main event and right into a shot at the ACW Heavyweight Championship, which is what Fallen Heroes is all about. But that's about a month away. As for tonight...if you want a fight, you've got one. So let's get a referee down here and get this going!
Rattlesnake drops his mic and tosses his chair out of the ring. He steps back to the corner behind him and waits.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:29:24 GMT -5
Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Jonny Spade (Impromptu Match) (Credit: Torak)
There is a pause as the two competitors back off from each other. Jacob Jones is the figure that appears from the back. His black and white striped shirt is untidily untucked and in his hand he clutches a half-eaten doughnut. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be forced into duty at this moment in time. He wolfs it down before sliding awkwardly into the ring. He rushes between the two men to ensure they don’t kick off before he’s there. The ref calls for the bell and immediately they surge toward each other and begin to duke it out with rights and lefts, their brawling tendencies become instantly apparent.
Rattlesnake, the veteran of this encounter is the first to gain the advantage, cleverly ducking a wild shot from Jonny and using the over-confidence of Jonny to his advantage. He quickly seizes the arm and delivers a painful looking single arm DDT following it up with an elbow to the shoulder of the downed Jonny. Rattlesnake uses the arm to pull Jonny to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. Jonny rebounds and rushes straight into a rushing shoulder block, knocking him down on his back.
Rattlesnake delivers some stern boots to the shoulder of Jonny who tries to get to his feet. Jonny eventually stands up but only to receive another kick, this time in the midsection. Rattlesnake takes the arm he’d been working on and drapes it over his head. He pauses, arrogantly smirking to the crowd as he prepares for the next move. He heaves Jonny up and holds him vertical. However, Jonny isn’t too keen on being suplexed and so manages to wriggle out of the hold. Not only that, he luckily lands behind Rattlesnake and locks in a waistlock, then hoists Rattlesnake up and over his head in a release German suplex. Both men pulling out the moves that are as big as their words.
Jonny has bigger plans too. Both men get to their feet and rush toward each other again. Jonny reacts quickest and sets up Rattlesnake in a uranage set-up, seemingly set for the S-Drop #3. Rattlesnake rejects it though and hits some hard elbows to the side of the head to release the hold. It gets worse for Jonny as he staggers dazedly back towards his opponent only to walk straight into a rough looking spinebuster. Rattlesnake hooks the leg and Jacob Jones drops to the canvas. 1… 2…
Jonny kicks out as he finally comes to his sense. Those elbows might’ve taken more out of Jonny than first thought. Rattlesnake gets to his feet and taunts Jonny who slowly follows. Rattlesnake strikes him with a right handed jab. He follows this up with another jab. And another. Then the final jab. Jonny sways torpidly as Rattlesnake winds up to complete the combo. His right arm waves and sends the energy across to the lift, making it appear like a snake had slithered through his body. Rattlesnake swings with a left arm haymaker…but Jonny ducks and ends up behind Rattlesnake again. Rattlesnake appears shocked and as he turns around he walks into that setup again and this time Jonny hits the S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom backbreaker) Jonny makes the cover… 1… 2…
Rattlesnake just gets his shoulder up in time. The move certainly took a lot out of him though and it will take a desperate move to regain the advantage. Jonny isn’t in a charitable mood and so he delivers a few boots to the downed Rattlesnake before pulling him up to his feet. He drapes an arm around his neck and lifts Rattlesnake up with a Killswitch (Back suplex into spinning sideslam), rendering Rattlesnake immobile on the canvas. Jonny pauses for a moment to draw breath but quickly realizes that he has no time to waste. He pulls himself to his feet, with the aid of the ropes, then swaggers over to the corner. He lugs himself up to the top where he pauses to signal for his usual top rope legdrop. However, the pauses is just enough for Rattlesnake to recover. He stretches out and with some strength, forces the referee stumbling into the ropes, causing Jonny to drop down right onto his untouchables.
The referee warns Rattlesnake for his conduct but he haughtily shrugs it off. He marches over to Jonny and delivers a right hand to subdue him in that awkward position. He begins to climb slowly, pausing every now and again to subdue Jonny with a right hand. He reaches the top rope, pulling Jonny up to the same level as he climbs. They perilously balance on the top rope as they hold onto each other, neither wanting to fall to the canvas, or worse, the hard concrete floor outside. Rattlesnake grabs Jonny’s weakened shoulder with a claw-like hand and squeezes, like a Snake injecting it’s venom into it’s prey. As Jonny focuses on the pain in his arm, Rattlesnake sets him up by draping an arm over his shoulder and grabbing the tights. Everyone holds their breath as they know what’s coming. The pair come down like a felled tree. Jonny bears the main brunt of the impact, but by no means does Rattlesnake escape unscathed. The pair of them just lie there, motionless, for a brief moment as the referee begins to count. On his mind, the second doughnut that he was about to have before being so rudely interupted. 1… 2… 3… Rattlesnake shakes off the dizziness and begins to move. Jonny remains stationary, only his chest expanding and contracting indicate there is still life in his body. 4… 5… 6… The count is cut-short, but only to initiate another as Rattlesnake drapes an arm over Jonny. 1… 2… 3… The three is counted by the crowd, but not by the referee. Fortunately for Jonny, after the recent impact he managed to end up close enough to the ropes to gain a rope break, showing a great presence of mind to make Rattlesnake’s cover null and void. Rattlesnake initially celebrates, believing he picked up another victory. Needless to say, he is rather vexed when he discovers that he is mistaken. He protests violently to the ref who is not likely to change his mind. Rattlesnake pushes the referee in dismay then exits the ring, possibly to calm himself down. Meanwhile, the referee tends to Jonny.
Outside, Rattlesnake begins to search under the ring. He stops, half concealed under the ring apron, before pulling out a familiar object. It’s none other than a strategically placed Snakequilizer. Blood stains adorn the bat and you need to look no further than the end of the bat to work out why as very hostile looking barbed wire wraps itself around it. Rattlesnake snickers mischieviously, suddenly cheered up. He hops up onto the apron, concealing the bat behind his back before entering the ring. He first has to work out how to utilize his “advantage” without attracting the attention of the referee.
“Look, a free doughnut”
That might work. Unfortunately for Rattlesnake, all his brainstorming becomes superfluous as the referee catching a glimpse of his weapon is the least of his worries. From seemingly out of nowhere Gooey Garth lingers outside the ring, easilly procuring one of the loudest pops of the night. He has one hand tightly clutching the bat held by Rattlesnake. He quickly disposses him of the implement and backs away with it in hand, waving his finger on the other hand, mouthing “No No No!” through a smirk. Rattlesnake is livid. He slams a hand down onto to the top rope in a tantrum, like a little child who has just had his favorite toy taken away from him for being naughty.
Just like naughty little children, Rattlesnake gets grounded. He turns away from Gooey just in time to witness Jonny coming at him. He can barely react as Jonny lifts him up and hits the Jonormous Slam with aplomb. Jonny hooks the leg and the referee drops to his knees. 1… 2… 3…
Jonny rolls off Rattlesnake and glares at Gooey before aiming a nod of appreciation to his former partner. He may have tasted defeat, as well as pain and his own blood had it not been for him.
Phillip : Here is your winner….Jonny Spade!
Jonny pushes himself to his feet and exits the ring. Gooey, waits a moment to watch Rattlesnake, not wanting to miss the look on his face when he realizes what happened. It’s priceless. Rattlesnake’s undefeated streak is in tatters, but that doesn’t annoy him as much as the sight of Gooey Garth right now, especially when he’s holding the Snakequalizer. It’s maybe because of this that Rattlesnake doesn’t instinctively react and pursue Gooey. He’s not one to want to be on the wrong end of his own weapons. Gooey begins to leave as Rattlesnake watches on, only just restraining himself.
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:30:58 GMT -5
Segment: Breaking Rules….There’s no subtitle (Credit: WeDrag)
Success! It’s a word that the Untouchables have gotten used to over the past few months. I mean with countless title reigns here, there, and everywhere, not to mention complete respect from all their peers, and a ‘Best Stable of 2005’ award to go with it. And three of the group are celebrating a new found victory, as Dan plugs in the final cable after much trouble trying to get the console in the first place. Dan has plugged it in, and he holds up both games, Alien Hominid and Pro Evolution Soccer 5. The two agree to play on the former, but Dan opens up the disc box to notice that he hasn’t got the right game. In fact he hasn’t got the right disc either, and the camera manages to read the permanent marker writing, which bears ‘Dan’s porno collection. DO NOT DESTROY!’ around, following the shape of the CD. Dan embarrassingly drops the box into the bag, but Mr. Red comes out of nowhere and catches it before it falls. He looks at Dan, and Dan shrugs his shoulders, giving him the sign to go ahead. This means the game is Pro Evolution Soccer 5, and what better way to start than with a can of Irn Bru, which Dan grabs off the table.
Dan opens the can and takes a great swig at first. He then turns on the PS2, and opens the disc tray. He takes out Pro Evolution Soccer 5, and places the disc into the tray, before closing it. But another problem arises. The TV remote was lost in a couch incident several hours ago and since then, the stable locker room has been severely traumatized by the loss. What’s worse, if you’ve ever tried to find the AV channel manually, AKA pressing the buttons at the TV, you’d know that it’s pure murder. Absolute murder. But this is the path Dan has to go. He fiddles around with the buttons, and is continuously frustrated as he fails to find the channel. He goes up and down between channels 24 and 36, but doesn’t get anywhere. Jonny (who’s now back from his successful foray against Rattlesnake) and Tornado look a little restless as they wait for Dan to get the TV to work, and he finally does so, or so he thinks. He turns around, to see Jake holding the remote. Dan gives out an uncertain smile, and Jake rolls his eyes before going into the actual locker room area. Dan meanwhile begins to play the game. But there’s one more problem that arises.
Both Jonny and Tornado want to play the game, but so does Dan. As he got the console, Dan gets the first game, but against whom? The two bicker and argue with each other, both saying why they deserve a shot against Dan. Dan calms them down and reaches into his pocket, taking out a 20 pence coin. Jonny calls heads, and Dan flicks it into the air. The camera follows the coin in slow motion, following each turn, before it slows down in speed and falls back down to the table. It still spins, and the coin quickly bounces off the table. It’s beginning to land on ‘heads’ and Jonny yells, pleased with getting the first game. But it bounces again, and flukely flips over onto ‘tails’. Jonny is mortified, as Tornado takes the remote off him. Dan laughs as he picks up his remote, and sits down on the couch.
The two begin to pick their teams. Dan picks Wales, naturally, and boasts to Tornado about how many hours he’s spent editing every football player in the team. Tornado scoffs at him as he picks England. Dan smirks, and begins to boast again on how he’ll destroy England. This is typical video game talk, as you all have come to know and like. The two begin sorting out their formations. Tornado sticks to the traditional 4-4-2, but has to wait for Dan, who’s sorting each position out individually, and constantly swapping players around to fit each new formation. Tornado just shoves Dan in the shoulder, and Dan presses ‘start’, as the match loads up. There’s more fighting talk between the two over who’ll win, as the game loads up. The game finishes loading, and the game begins with Wales playing on the left hand side. Dan kicks off, and does a fake pass, before knocking it to the right wing. The player, Davis, takes the ball beyond the right back and crosses it in. Robert Earnshaw’s header ricochets off the post, and Bellamy taps it in. Dan’s on his feet, jumping up and down like an obscure baboon. Bu I mean, when you score within 2 minutes of the game it’s a mean feat.
Dan starts to relax, mostly by the words of Jonny. England kick off, and suddenly the game freezes. Dan and Tornado look at each other, rather shocked and scared. They suddenly turn to the TV screen and read what it says on the bottom:
Disk Read Error.
One strong pull of a controller and Dan sends the PS2 crashing to the floor. It smashes into a million pieces, and Dan falls back into the couch, holding his head in his hands. After all he went through to get the game and controller, the game crashes out on him. It is the biggest annoyance possible, and Dan mutters one final thing before the camera fades out.
Dan: “Stupid fucking PS2. It’s just jealous of my overwhelming awesomeness…
Jonny and Tornado stare at each other, wondering what the fuck he is on about. He has a match to prepare for next though, and he slowly gets to his feet, and trundles along to the locker room area, looking really depressed and annoyed.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:31:33 GMT -5
Segment: A Bloody Shame (Credit: Torak)
Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit – Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Shame is the automatic mental reflex that notifies you that your actions were not in the best intentions…or not of your best ability – ME
Shame. The complete opposite of pride (described on 6th March 2006, with ropes. and soft porn). An emotion, uncontrollable and unwelcome, usually setting in during the aftermath of a bad decision or action. Whether it be bad in the sense of morally incorrect; hurting another individual mentally or physically, or bad in the personal sense that you could have done much better, that you’d let yourself down.
Shame has only one antidote: Rectification.
An apology is a mild remedy for shame, though ironically, those with more pride may refuse to resort to the simple method of amendment. Another method of psychological purification is by offering empathy, even possibly sharing the experience voluntarily. For example, after damaging a valuable possession of another, one may offer a valuable item of their own as a replacement, willing to depart from a treasured possession of their own to signify how shameful and apologetic they feel.
Shame from letting yourself down, failing to achieve to your expectations, is usually more difficult to rectify. A student who fails their exams despite the high hopes and expectations of not only others, but themselves, may deem it tougher to redeem their failure. There is no-one to apologize to. No-one to sympathize with. No-one to deliver excuses to. The only way to rectify this kind of shame is to try again, refusing to quit and only bettering your failed attempt tenfold.
Surrender is the ultimate contributor of shame.
You sometimes wonder if Torak feels shame. A typically human based emotion, and let’s face it, Torak rarely exhibits signs of humanity. Though, behind that daunting mask and those maleficent eyes, rest assured, there is a human being. Needless to say it is a broken human being, one with a scarred and mangled mind that houses sinister thoughts, iniquitous intentions and opinions laced with revulsion.
Oh yes, Torak is human, but he is one that you would least like to encounter unless you had a lethal weapon in your possession, much like Jack Thompson.
Torak’s piercing eyes are like two bright lights, causing the onlooker to squint their own and turn their head slightly from fear of being blinded by the hatred. Though, the look in his eyes is not of anger. It is a mixture of anger and sadness, like a great loss or disappointment has revealed itself to Torak.
Shame is an emotion he calls his own.
Latino’s return to the ACW is that revelation that so mirthfully perturbs Torak. He is recalling that very moment that Latino showed his face after only a mere month of absence, the nerve. The memory serves as fuel, fuel that Torak’s inner-psyche is only too happy to introduce to the fire of rage that burns constantly in the pits of his heart. The rage builds uncontrollably, rising up through his oesohpagus, past his bulging adam’s apple, shoving the tonsils aside before sliding abrasively along the tongue before escaping between the lips of the brute. Not even the thick mask can muffle the sound that emits; a hefty tempestuous roar of discontent. A disconcerting sound, but not as alarming as the one that follows.
SMACK!
From out of nowhere a right hand surges into shot and clouts Torak in the side of the head…hard. Torak’s head snaps to the right then slowly returns to center. An involuntary, instintive moment of panic sets in on the on-looker.
”Oh my god! Who was that? Was it me? I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, don’t hurt me!”
Relax, as it dawns on you that, fortunately, the hand belongs to none other than Torak himself. This is quit pleasing, as you didn’t fancy attending another funeral this week, in or out of the coffin. Besides, you don’t have any shoes that go with oak.
Torak steadies himself, clearly he isn’t aware of his own strength. Insight deemed reassuring by Torak. He isn’t finished with this bout of self-abuse, though thankfully, it is not similar the self-abuse witnessed earlier in the month. Another hand, this time his left, flies up from below and catches him in the jaw, sending his head reeling backwards before bouncing back to it’s normal position. A bruise is beginning to show on the side of his head.
It seems that Torak is unhappy with himself, unhappy that Latino is able to return to work so soon after that incident that took place just one month ago. How could it happen. He could have ended Latino’s career. He could have ended his life. So how is Latino able to walk right into the arena like that? Torak deems this as failure.
A knife is produced, the very same one that has made cameo apperances since Torak’s return and it’s seen it’s fair share of action; decapitating a doll, removing the eyes of a poster and more horrifically, threatened to slice up a couple of ACW fans, who incidentally, have not been seen since the ordeal.
This appearance, however, has the prospect of being much more disturbing.
Without a moment of dramatic hesitation or tense build up or so much for a “Look out, here it comes”, Torak stabs the knife into his own hand and carves out a thick line across his palm. Upon removing the knife a chunk of skin and flesh slithers down his arm and lands on the floor with a sickening squelch.
The stream of blood runs deep with displeasure and punishment.
Torak holds his hand up in front of him, glaring deeply into the self-inflicted gash. Is this rectification?
The bloodied hand slowly looms in on the masked face of the maniacal beast before eventually meeting it to share the dark red mess that it embraces. It smothers and smears the face, mask and hair, painting them with the crimson liquid. Red and green have never looked so wrong together.
The taste of blood enlightens us.
Torak freezes like he is being summoned by the gods themselves. However, it is not the gods who motivate him, it is his own thoughts. Through the dark red camouflage adorned by Torak you can see his thoughts. His eyes transmit his exact idea. That, and the helpful, clarifying comments by McNally and Edison.
”Hunter. Through Hunter I rectify myself.”
A smile is visible, not through the mask, but by the angle of his gleaming eyes dotted in the ocean of red like an archipelago.
If Torak is willing to do this to himself, what is he willing to do to others?
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:32:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - Part IV: Of Wikipedia And Self-Love (Credit: Hunter)
As the scene fades in, we instantly cut to the paranoid face of Kevin Fitsharris moving his eyes frantically about as his head stays in its exact position. He opens the door slightly and moves in closer, continuing to peer around with a great worry in his eyes. He inches in just a little bit, enough for the fans in the arena to recognize this dreary locale as the interior of the Senatorial Locker Room. Perhaps Fitsharris is afraid of encountering Bre McKey once more after their strangely titular meeting not that long ago. Once he is sure the coast is clear, however, he rushes to another object in the room, namely the large computer sitting on the Senator's desk.
Fitsharris: Uh...uh...how...what...damn it, where's the power button!?
He slams his fist on the keyboard, and out of pure fear or simple luck the computer turns itself on. There is a loud beep heard as Fitsharris once again begins to converse with his own best friend.
Fitsharris: Right...right...password. Uh...password...
He types in a few keys and seems to have some more of lady luck on his side, as there is a successful beep followed by an illumination that covers Fitsharris' face. He presses a few more keys and then starts slowly typing out loud.
Fitsharris: W...i...k...i...p...e...d...i...a...dot...o...r...g.
He clicks a few more keys, looks up, and his eyes hover around the empty room. Somehow, his glance misses the cameraman, but the substances in his system generally explain that. He then begins to read aloud once more.
Fitsharris: "Masturbation is the manual excitation of the sexual organs, most often to the point of orgasm. It can refer to excitation either by oneself or by another (see mutual masturbation), but the term commonly refers to such activities performed alone..."
He continues rambling, but the idea of what he is looking up on wikipedia is rather obvious to all. His eyes race across the page, looking at words and pictures, clicking on manuals, and watching flash animations...or rather, that's what we're left to assume. Fitsharris nods as this newfound information enters his head, and when he is confident of himself, he rises and stands tall and proud.
Fitsharris: I've figured it out...it's not women I want...it's ME! Ha...now...to explore...I'll go...yeah...and...see what'll happen! YEAH!
He nods assuringly and logs off the computer quickly, and then grabs a nearby towel and approaches the bathroom door. He takes a deep breath and enters the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. There is the quiet sound of a zipper opening as the cameraman gets close to the door, hoping to get as much sound as possible.
Fitsharris: HOLY SHIT!!!
...well that won't be hard.
Fitsharris: ...wh...what is that? I've never seen that...
Certain things should never be heard by human ears. This might just be one.
Fitsharris: ...okay...yeah...yeah...I'm getting this...okay...hey there, little fella. How're you doing?
We're getting closer to it being one of the most disturbing things ever...
Fitsharris: You want me to do what...oh...you're...dirty. Well how about...yeah...you know you like it...
...closer...
Fitsharris: The internet said up...and down...okay...yeah...this is good...yeah...working good...mmmhmmm...oh yeah...UGH!
...closer...
Fitsharris: ...YEAH! Wait, what the hell is that? No one said...this...wait...what the hell? I...OH GOD IT'S EVERYWHERE!
...probably a few inches away from the target...
Fitsharris: Holy shit I clogged the sink! Senator'll kill me for that! And...SHIT IT'S ON THE MIRROR! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!??!?!?
Houston, we have landed. The sound of a crashing mirror follows these strange cries of pain.
Fitsharris: There...no evidence...but wait...the sink...I NEED A PLUMBER!
The door bursts open just seconds after the cameraman moves away, evading the fearful confusion of Fitsharris' newfound adventures. Thankfully to all, Fitsharris is still clothed. The cameraman is about to peer into the bathroom...but some things are better unseen. He kicks the door closed at the moment Fitsharris open the locker room door, charging out moments later.
And the tale goes on and on...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:33:32 GMT -5
Match 5: Dan White vs. Nina Starr (Credit: Latino)
Meanwhile, back in the arena, Philip is thankfully oblivious to all this. He’s never been good with the sight of blood, or other bodily fluids for that matter.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is set for a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from New York, NY at height of 5’10 and a weight of 120 lbs….Nina Star!!!
The lights go off. The ramp is complete dark when one pink spotlight shines down on Nina. She moves her head up as cherry blossoms fall down gracefully. As she looks up, the pink spotlight splashes all over the place, and guides her way to the ring. She enters the ring through the second and third rope, hooking up on the turnbuckle to smile and blow a kiss to the fans.
Phillip: And her opponent from Cardiff, Wales…weighing in at 225 lbs at a height of 6’4…..Dan “The Welsh Dragon” White!
The Welsh National Anthem hits and Dan walks out, usually with WCW 98 walking behind and the two walk down to the ring. As they enter the ring the lights fade in and starts to flicker between red and green. Dan climbs onto the turnbuckles, usually one or two before jumping down and waiting for his opponent/ready to fight.
* The Bell Rings *
The match starts off quick as Dan tries to clip Nina’s right leg. She lifts it up already showing herself being one step ahead and then lunges forward with a straight punch to the jaw. Dan is taken by surprised as he’s struck in the face and falls back a few steps. Nina does not waste a second as she runs towards Dan and takes him down with a headscissors. Dan flies across the ring and rolls on the mat until he hits the bottom ropes. He gets up on his knees but Nina’s feet hit him across the face with a front dropkick. A loud SMACK echoes throughout the arena as all the fans yell out “OOOOOOOOOOH”. After a few seconds pass, Nina gets up on her feet she raises her arm up in the air as a “NI-NA STARR” chant starts up. She turns around as Dan is back on his feet and then grabs him by the head. She jumps up and goes for a strong DDT. White reverses it into a spinebuster as he slams Star into the mat. He rolls over on his back and then sits back up as the Referee starts counting. Dan gets up as he can hear the fans booing around and he roughly grabs Nina by her hair. She’s dragged to her feet and Dan knees her in the stomach forcing her to bend over from the pain. Dan then slams his forearm onto her back, knocking her down onto the mat once again. He then springs back up with a large grin on his face and then walks towards the nearest turnbuckle. Dan climbs up the three rungs and then points around to the fans as they once again boo. White then dives out from the corner with a diving headbutt but Nina rolls out of the way. His head slams into the mat and Dan starts rolling around in pain from the miscalculated attack. Nina rolls under the ropes and then stands back up on the ring apron. She looks around as the fans are starting to cheer for her and then, as she uses the ropes, Star jumps over the top rope and quickly comes down with a slicing legdrop onto Dan’s neck. She then goes for the cover as she hooks the leg and the Referee quickly slams the mat. . . . ONE! . . Kickout before the two as all the fans groan in despair. Nina gets back to her feet as adrenaline is starting to run through her veins. She runs across the ring and then bounces off the ropes. As she nears Dan she performs a sunset front flip on her opponent but Dan blocks the attack with his knees that are brought up. She bounces from the impact and then holds her stomach in pain. Dan then sits back up with a smirk on his face and grabs Nina by the hair. He viciously slams her in the face with a elbow smash. He stands up on his feet and starts working the fans as he yells at a few close by. They boo in response and behind him Nina Star starts to get back up onto her feet. She turns around and then runs into the ropes as she gives herself a bit of momentum. As she handsprings across the ring, Dan turns around due to hearing all the cheers. Nina locks her ankles around his head and goes for her Sakura-na. Dan grabs her ankles and keeps spinning…once…twice….and as he reaches the third revolution he bends backward. White lifts Star up and then releases throwing her up in the air. He then catches her and just barely pulls off the Stunt Bomb. He hooks the leg quickly for a pin as the Referee slides onto the mat for the cover. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….Dan White!
Dan stands up as he hears the bell rings and his theme playing throughout the arena. The Referee comes by his side and officially declares him the victor of the match. The fans cannot help but boo over and over again but Dan can only look back with a smile. Nina starts to get up holding the back of her head in pain. She falls back a couple steps and watches as Dan leaves the ring. The fans turn their attention as each of them starts chanting for Nina louder and louder.
* Fade to black *
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