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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:34:22 GMT -5
Segment: Negotiations (Credit: BK) Upon returning back to ACW programming from commercials we are treated to a shot of BK London walking down the hallway with Predator on his side and his barbed wire steel chair snug in his left hand. They continue to walk briskly down the corridor until they reach Ginger's office and they open up the door.
Ginger's secretary looks up and she sees Predator and BK inside the room, but decides not to say a word and let them pass when she witnesses the weapon in hand. They simply walk through the secretary's office and open up the door to Ginger's office where he's having enough problems as it is.
Ginger: What's the meaning of this?
BK tosses the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire on top of his desk, not caring what sort of paper work he just crushed and possibly ripped. The chair makes a huge thump sound as Ginger moves back out of the chair's direction. BK walks up to the table and slams his hands down on the wooden part.
BK: We need to talk.
Ginger: ....I'm a little bu--
BK: - NOW!
Ginger says no more and BK looks back at Predator, giving Predator the signal to shut the door - leaving the ACW cameras out of this. The camera closes in on Gingerdude's name posted up on the wooden door, leaving the mystery as to what could be happening on the inside of Ginger's room.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:34:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - Part V: Another Kind Of P***Y (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades in, instantly bathing all in the blackness of the spring night covering the ACW arena. When night is born from the crevice of the earth, the strangest creatures roam the streets. So it is no surprise to any watching when from its depths comes Kevin Fitsharris, sulking around the ACW parking lot looking around with great interest. He reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out a large ring with keys on it, finding a black remote and pressing its button enthusiastically. He suddenly drops the keys and looks around in fright, appearing to be startled when all of the alarms of all of the cars go off around him. Or, rather, so say the illegal substances housed in his system.
Fitsharris: SHUT UP!!!
He stops flailing around like a madman, a sign of his sudden comfort. He continues looking around for what people can only assume is his car.
Fitsharris: All right...so Kalb...he said to meet him...on that hill or something...yeah...camping trip...right...okay...I can do it...
He looks to his left, and something inside of his head clicks. He moves his little legs as fast as he can, until he gets to a row of cars marked "X".
Fitsharris: "X" marks the spot. Right. Okay. Yeah.
He runs down the row, and the majority of the viewers are confident he will find nothing. But alas, he finds that which he was searching for and runs up to the dark car intent on entering inside. Now, half of the skeptical viewers believe this is not his car, but the click that follows the insertion of his key into the keyhole, as well as the opening car door, but their hopes and fears to rest.
Fitsharris: All right, car...drive...hill...thing...yeah. Kalb, here I come!
He is just about to enter the car, when suddenly his eyes fall upon a small, clawing presence near his car's back wheels. Upon further inspection, Fitsharris realizes that this shape is...
Fitsharris: ...Richard Parker?
Indeed, everyone's favorite little pussycat scuttles behind the car and claws at the wheel, enticing a few females in the audience to rub up against their boyfriends softly. Fitsharris does not react as such, and instead a look of triumph enters his eyes.
Fitsharris: It's not women...it's not older people...it's not me...it's not both. Of course! I need...ANIMALS!
Richard Parker cannot speak English. But somehow, his ears prick up at the mention of this and he slowly starts to walk away from Fitsharris. But the latter is rather swift, despite containing foreign chemicals.
Fitsharris: Come here kitty...I just want to play a game...yeah...come...here...and I---
He lunges at the cat, but the feline is too quick for him. Parker is smarter than most humans, and he uses this genius to charge ahead of Fitsharris, leaving the latter to fall flat onto his face. He gets up clutching his nose as the cat charges off into the darkness.
Fitsharris: Damn it, why does everyone run away from me...I need love too!
He kicks his car in desperation, and the bumper proceeds to angrily drop itself on his toes. Fitsharris' eyes widen and he is about to unleash a vast array of tears, but he decides better of it. Instead, he charges into his car and starts up the engine, backing up and driving over the bumper.
Fitsharris: Screw this...Kalb, here I come!
And with that last thought, he takes it upon himself to drive off and join his best friend in solemn serenity. But something else awaits him there as well.
And the tale goes on and on...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:35:29 GMT -5
Match 6: RDK vs. Predator
The show rolls on apace; there’s plenty of anticipation for the next match, and Philip has to hold up a hand for sufficient quiet before he speaks.
Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall… Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba… Predator!
A storm of booing arises the very second that Predator shows himself on the stage; one of ACW’s most loathed heels, he clearly enjoys the reaction he gets, and flips off the fans as he walks to the ring with his theme playing. He slides into the ring and hovers close to Philip in an intimidating manner until the referee sends him further back; Philip, like a professional, simply continues with his job.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada… The Macho Man, RDK!
The crowd’s reaction to Predator is turned on its head; their dislike of him is the equal of their love for RDK, and the Macho Man poses on the stage and shouts “OoOoOoOoOoH YEAH!” for a huge pop before approaching the ring. The noise is incredibly loud as RDK steps through the ropes; he and Predator stare one another down for a few seconds before the referee takes their attention, and runs over the rules quickly. That done, he gives the timekeeper the required nod.
Bell Rings.
The fans are well and truly up for this clash; RDK and Predator have a considerable history of rivalry between them, and Predator’s recent run as Fallout Openweight Champion has increased his confidence a lot. He’s the first to move, coming straight at RDK even as the bell’s tones fade away to deliver a string of powerful punches before RDK can get his defenses up. Predator tops this off with a neat suplex, and goes for a cover; it gets about a 1.5, nowhere near enough to get the Macho Man’s supporters worried but certainly a clear declaration of intent.
If RDK is concerned by Predator’s progress, he is careful not to show it, and he wrests back the initiative from his opponent with some very fast underhook punches and then a powerslam, stomping Predator in the guts a couple of times before he can rise. Predator is not pleased at this and rolls over to the ropes; he uses them to pull himself up, but RDK’s eagerness gets the better of him and as he makes a run toward Predator, his foe cunningly pulls down the top rope so that RDK ends up pitching forward as he tries to strike him. It’s a simple matter for Predator to shove him to the outside, and the fans boo as RDK hits the mats. Smirking in characteristic fashion, Predator steps through the ropes and then jumps off for a flying clothesline that brings RDK to earth before he even has a proper chance to recover from his original fall.
RDK is understandably becoming fired up, and Predator’s attempts to build on his success thus far meet with fierce resistance. He tries to weaken RDK’s vertical base with a dragon screw or two, but on the second attempt RDK hops off his other foot and kicks Predator sharply in the ribs. Predator stumbles back with a look of pain on his face, and the fans cheer as RDK makes a grab for his opponent. Predator scrambles back into the ring, but as he turns he is met by a rare springboard moonsault from RDK that brings both men down hard. RDK pins, 1…2…- Predator kicks out in time, and as they begin to rise it’s clear that both competitors are expending energy now in the race to make a successful pin.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:35:53 GMT -5
To the fans’ delight, RDK steps up a gear, and forces Predator back into one of the corners with a savage stream of overhand punches. Predator, however, has had to deal with exceptional power in the form of Holocaust over recent weeks and it’s led to him developing a stronger resistance to such direct attacks. He adopts a defensive position, riding out the storm of RDK’s aggression, and then uses what he’s learned to slip behind RDK and kick him stoutly in the back of the knee joint. RDK whirls around, straight into Predator’s extended arm and the fist attached to the end of it; as the fans cry out, Predator hooks RDK up and hits the Predigree. It’s a mighty blow, and the fans yell desperately for a response as Predator confidently covers, 1….2…- but the count stops; RDK has got a foot on the bottom rope, and Predator curses himself for not checking his surroundings properly. It’s a mistake he does not intend to make again….
…so as RDK continues to reel, Predator drags him to the centre of the ring. He signals the Predator Crossface (and gets a pop from the Smarks in the audience), only to find that RDK is rallying and getting back up on his feet. Predator kicks out at RDK again, trying to halt his progress, but RDK blocks it and then makes a sudden charge forward, tackling Predator as if he were in a football game. He drives Predator back powerfully against the corner post and then backs off; as Predator staggers out, grimacing from the impact to his spine, RDK thumps his chest and goes into full Macho Mode. The crowd roars as RDK whips Predator into the nearby ropes and then pulls off his trademark Samoan drop; Predator gets up as fast as he can, but RDK is now on a roll, and he delivers a Jabroni Buster that thrills the crowd. He makes the cover, and the fans cheer expectantly, 1….2….-
No! Predator’s shoulder is up, and it’s testament to how far this Superstar has progressed in the last few months; even RDK has to concede that this match truly has the potential to go either way. Now, the fans are really excited; both men have been forced to bring their best to this clash, and their punches have twice the fire as they battle toe to toe, doing all they can to overcome one another. RDK whips Predator into the ropes and hits another spinebuster, but as he drops down for the pin Predator leaps up and runs to the ropes, rebounding to execute a nasty-looking running big boot to the Macho Man before he can get fully back down on his feet. Predator throws himself bodily on RDK, trying to press him with all his weight, and the referee counts, 1…2…- RDK turns it over, and the count starts again, 1…2…- Predator kicks out, and the sound in the arena is exceptional. With fatigue biting, both men know that the end is near; they move in on one another simultaneously, and grapple for the prize… Predator lifts RDK a little, but loses it…RDK bends Predator back, only for Predator to fight to an even position once more….
…and then in a single moment, Predator’s stance slips, and RDK grabs the chance (and his foe) with both hands. He nails the Macho Slam, and hooks Predator’s leg for the count, 1….2….3-
Predator kicks, but it’s just a fraction late. The bell rings as RDK rolls off of him, the sweat streaming from his brow and back testament to the quality of the contest that has just taken place.
Philip: Here is your winner… the Macho Man RDK!
”Macho Man” hits, and RDK slowly gets up as Predator does the same. The crowd are cheering both men, and RDK offers Predator his hand; Predator looks at it warily, but then comes forward and takes it… only to pull RDK toward him and then ground him into the Predator crossface. The crowd boos furiously, and the bell is sounded urgently as the referee tries to separate them; RDK, in great pain, thrashes the mat. The referee does finally get Predator off, and Predator rolls out of the ring before RDK can get hold of him; he smirks and taunts the Macho Man, mouthing “I made you tap!” as he backs off toward the exit.
RDK glares after him, angry at the double cross; Predator, however, has only underlined his heel reputation as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:36:30 GMT -5
Segment: Encounter (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens we return back to the door of the Chairman Gingerdude and finally it opens before BK London and Predator walk out, still with their weapon in hand as if they have some physical attachment to it. As they reach outside the door both turn and gradually Ginger steps toward his door to meet them.
Ginger: You put up a hard bargain, a VERY hard one, I'll think about it.
BK: You better think about it, I don't like taking no for an answer.
Ginger: Well with everything that's going on around here, hopefully we can conclude this thing on Monday.
BK: Sure thing.
Ginger shuts his door behind him and both Predator and BK London walk out the secretary's area into the corridor, heading to their locker room. Just ahead of them are very noticeable faces from the Fallout Roster, Beau James, El Froggy Mask, Wolf, The Goodfellas, Sgt. Pilko, and upon walking past them every one of them finishes talking to one another and comes to a hush. Slowly BK walks down the aisle of the fallout stars, glaring at them with a grimacing look, a look of disgust. Even Predator manages to get a word in...
Predator: Yeah! What now?!
Wolf looks like he's immediately about to pounce on Predator but the duo of Beau and Froggy pull him back and tell him it's not worth it. They finally pass down the hallway and make a turn before hitting superstars like Jake Cheng and Santiago. BK looks at both of them and chuckles with delight. He walks backwards, while still looking at them and bumps into something.
BK: Now who the hell is standing in the middle of the hallway?
BK turns around and it's Atomic Kitsune, ACW Champion, in the flesh. For the moment he is speechless. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to react, he doesn't know what to do. He clenches tightly onto the equalizer in his hand and AK looks down at it and looks up again.
AK: You said you were going to do something with that?
AK adjust the title on her shoulder in spite of being in the presence of BK and that only infuriates him. He holds up his steel chair, while AK stands perfectly still, not moving or flinching in any way. BK wants to hit her, but something is telling him not to, he puts back down the chair and simply glares at AK with disgust.
BK: You know what? We aren't going to do this now. We'll do this on my time, NEXT WEEK.
AK: Next week?
BK: NEXT WEEK!
AK: Well… whenever you’re ready, BK. Whenever you’re ready.
Hmmph. That's all is heard from BK as he walks past and Predator is not that far behind him. AK looks at the title on her shoulder and blows on it before wiping it as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:37:34 GMT -5
Meanwhile, fresh off the presses…
Senator Phillips Grapples with Primary Opponent (Associated Press: 3/29/06)
By Michael Novick[/u]
SPRINGFIELD, IL- One could say that Steve Phillips and Richard Durbin are ready to face off in the main event. As the Democratic primary race for Phillips' U.S. Senate seat winds down, it appears that the two candidates have become even more outspoken than usual. "The great state of Illinois needs strong, determined, proud leadership, and I am sorry to say that Mr. Durbin will not be able to fill those requirements," Phillips said in a March 27 fundraiser event. "I have proven that I can and I will stand up for what I feel, and what the people feel is needed to be done," Phillips stated, before continuing into a tirade on his opponent.
Durbin answered the next day with a stinging rebuke to the maverick Senator, castigating him on a number of issues, primarily targeting his dual career as a professional wrestler for the Alpha Championship Wrestling organization. "It is time for the people of Illinois to have a leader who will represent them, not the special interests, the wealthy, and the right wingers," Durbin replied. "We need someone who will committ their time to the office of the United States Senator, instead of engaging in reckless violence, crude acts, and corruption, and I promise you that I will be the person to restore dignity to the office, but I can only do that if you vote for me," Durbin concluded. The DNC has been split between the two.
Phillips has been unexpectedly popular in Illinois, able to pick up downstate votes, and forge working bi-partisan cotilitions on such issues as security and education reform. Durbin, on the other hand, has the support of DNC chairman Howard Dean, and many of the other top ranking Democrats in Congress, who claim that Phillips is too conservative on a number of issues. Barak Obama, the junior U.S. Senator from Illinois has not openly come out in favor of either candidate, but has supported Phillips in the past, and the two have worked together on a number of issues.
The two have agreed to face off in a debate on this Friday. Durbin has claimed that Phillips has avoided debate until this late time on purpose, but a press release from Phillips' office stated that he could not make any earlier times due to time restraints.
(NOTE: This is a work of fiction, and is intended to be taken as such...)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:38:05 GMT -5
Match 7: Hunter vs. Torak
It’s testament to the quality of ACW’s product that the penultimate match has been displaced from the main event slot… even so, the crowd’s enthusiasm hasn’t been dented one bit, and this is a match that many people have long wanted to see. Unsure of how things are going to go down, Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Our next match is a singles match, set for one fall… Introducing first, from the depths of the ACW arena… Torak!
”Broken Man” scratches into life, and the fans boo as the monstrous shadow of Torak is cast across the stage. Their disapproval has about as much impact on Torak as a fly does on the average car windshield; Torak reaches the ring and enters silently, as always keeping his inner thoughts to himself. Which quite frankly is a relief; most people have seen more than enough of Torak’s thought processes tonight as it is.
Philip: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York… he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, Andrew Hunter!
” The Divine Wings Of Tragedy - Part II - In The Room Of Thrones" by Symphony X starts to play, and the crowd sees Hunter walk out on to the stage without hesitation. He watches Torak as he approaches the ring, but the beast remains still, and Hunter does not check his step as he reaches the stairs and ascends to enter the ring. He puts a hand to his shoulder for a moment before remembering that he no longer holds the title, and gives a half smile for a second. The referee goes over the rules, and then calls for the bell to be rung without further ado.
Bell Rings.
Torak and Hunter start to circle one another, and there is a few moments as the pair try to figure each other out. After all he’s been through lately Hunter is not about to quake in his boots, and his expression remains calm; Torak, however, well knows that it’s irrelevant if someone is afraid of a freight train bearing down on them. With disturbing speed he breaks from the circling and clubs Hunter with a mighty forearm; Hunter staggers, and is snapped back into reality by the realization of the seriousness of the situation he’s now in as Torak lands another couple of shuddering blows before delivering a belly-to-belly suplex. The fans boo as Torak makes a cover; he gets just short of a 2 count before Hunter kicks out, and this seems to be pretty much what Torak was expecting. He simply fixes Hunter with a cold stare, giving him a moment to appreciate just how much shit he’s in here, and then stands, pulling the ex-champion on to his feet.
Despite his powerful start, Torak isn’t going to have things entirely his way; Hunter refuses to panic, and a swift high kick to the gut makes Torak involuntarily loosen his grip for a second, allowing Hunter to back off. Torak comes straight after him, but Hunter is undoubtedly the quicker man and he leads Torak a couple of times around the ring before suddenly making a grab for Torak’s arm and sending him into the nearest turnbuckle. The impact in itself is not that hard, but it achieves Hunter’s aim of getting Torak facing away from him, and before Torak can back out of the corner Hunter nips forward and really goes to town with strikes to Torak’s lower back and calves. Enraged, Torak swings around with an arm outstretched, but Hunter’s superb reflexes allow him to duck it and as Torak leans forward into the swing, Hunter buries his shoulder into Torak’s midriff and with a mighty effort takes him over in a throw. The fans roar, and the sound of Torak’s landing is loud enough to make those at the front wince. Hunter makes a cover, 1…2- Torak kicks, and Hunter wisely rolls off of him before the big man can grasp him once again.
Both men get back on their feet in seconds, and an increasingly angry Torak charges at Hunter, knocking him down with a ferocious clothesline. He follows with an elbow drop that makes both the crowd and Hunter gasp, and holds Hunter by his hair as he gets up. The fans cry out in alarm as Torak places Hunter into the Iron Maiden (bearhug), and Hunter grimaces as he battles to escape before Torak does permanent damage to his ribs. After about 15 seconds Hunter gets an arm free and elbows Torak high in the chest; a few strikes of this kind persuade Torak to let go, and Hunter twists around, knees Torak a couple of times, applies a headlock and then completes his Thunderstorm with a DDT. The crowd roars as Hunter pins once again, 1….2- Torak kicks out with obvious anger, and Hunter’s pulse picks up even further as he realizes things will get worse before they get better.
Torak’s urge to violence is now in full flow; he’s back up on his feet with a speed that belies his size, and Hunter has no way of defending against the maelstrom of anger that Torak pours forth upon him with sledgehammer-like blows. The crowd, which has seen enough in ACW not to be easily shocked, shuffles uncomfortably in their seats as Torak systematically breaks Hunter down, smashing him with strikes until Hunter has difficulty standing, and it’s a wonder the brute doesn’t manage to bust him open. With a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eye, Torak lifts Hunter right up above his head, underlining his extraordinary strength, and lets Hunter anticipate the fall… before abruptly dropping him back to the mat on his feet. Confused, Hunter is too dazed to protect himself, and Torak easily prepares him for the Diverse Morality III (Front Chickenwing DDT). The fans yell as Torak delivers the move, and covers; Hunter kicks out at 2.5, drawing on inner reserves of strength, and the fans roar in support as Torak’s expression under his mask becomes blacker by the second…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:38:27 GMT -5
Hunter rolls out from beneath Torak to the ropes and pulls himself up; he has to jump sideways as Torak runs at him, and Torak rebounds from the ropes, heading back across the ring. Seeing that he’s not slowing down, Hunter runs after him and has just a second to two to ready himself before Torak ricochets a second time… straight into an armdrag from Hunter. Hunter holds on, and drops to the mat with Torak; he grapevines Torak’s arm with his legs and wrenches fiercely, making Torak grunt in pain. The fans continue shouting, encouraging Torak to tap… but Torak is not swayed by such things, and with a grim determination drags both himself and Hunter to the ropes to force the break. As soon as he feels Hunter’s grip release, Torak strikes like a cobra and grabs his foe around the throat while they are both still on the mat. Hunter struggles to escape as Torak stands, moves deliberately to the centre of the ring, and raises his other arm; he tries to shift Hunter into position for the original Medievil Driver, but Hunter’s struggles force Torak to abandon this plan and instead deliver a crushing Judas’ Cradle (Pump Handle German Suplex). Torak pins, and the crowd groans, 1…2….-
The kick comes at the last possible moment, and has the fans leaping to their feet in delight. Torak’s face beneath the mask is wrought with surprise and anger, and Hunter rakes his foe across the eyes before rolling back on to his feet. It’s precisely this kind of toughness that won him the World title in the first place, and the crowd cheers as Hunter gives a trademark smirk to prove that he still has that special something. Torak’s apparently limitless capacity for anger now counts against him; he charges down his opponent, strategy temporarily replaced by a semi-blind fury, and Hunter capitalizes with a crouching sweep of his leg that trips Torak and makes him sprawl heavily. Hunter knows he has only one shot at this and dashes to the ropes; he rebounds with perfect timing, and as Torak raises himself into a kneeling position, Hunter connects with the Floyd Kick. Torak pitches backward and hits the canvas, and Hunter pins as the referee counts the 1…..2…..3.
Hunter doesn’t stay around to lord it over Torak; he bails out to the outside, followed swiftly by the referee as the bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner… Hunter!
The crowd is very pleased with Hunter’s victory, and Hunter holds his arms up in celebration as he watches Torak get back on his feet. Everyone knows, however, that all such victories over this beast are fleeting; Torak’s livid glare from the ring shows that he won’t forget this encounter, and that Hunter is now firmly in his bad books. It’s not a situation that is lost on Hunter himself, and he wisely doesn’t hang around, instead heading to the back and the relative safety of the Senatorial locker room as the show heads to its final break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:38:59 GMT -5
Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - The Grand Finale: The Art Of Brokeback (Credit: Hunter)
The night glistens in a dreamy way, mesmerizing the eyes of the onlookers of its beauty. Two such onlookers are the Capitalists, sitting on top of a mountain and lying on their backs, looking up at the moon and the night that joins it. Their is a roaring campfire to their right, and its sparks occasionally find their way onto the skin of Anthony Kalb, who is the closest one to the flames. Kevin Fitsharris lifts his head up slightly and looks at the valley below him, looking at his beloved car below him.
Kalb: Kevin, man, you're really obsessed with that car.
Fitsharris: Well it's the last thing that I love in the world that hasn't abandoned me. I have no choice but to watch it closely and prevent its escape.
Kalb: ...you're kidding, right? It's a car, it won't get far without you.
Fitsharris: But someone could hot-wire it, let's not forget.
Kalb: ...stop being so paranoid, all right? Let's just relax while we're up here.
Fitsharris: Sorry, my day's just been really crazy.
Kalb: How so?
Fitsharris: Well, surprisingly enough, it all started after I visited the Lost Boys.
Kalb: Why'd you hang out with them?
Fitsharris: I didn't hang out with them. I needed to tell Memnoch something and I...erm..."found" my way into their locker room.
Kalb: ...and?
Fitsharris: It's weird...I started feeling strange after I ate one of their brownies. It had some green mints in it and smelled really heavy, but---
Kalb: You really are a moron, you know that?
Fitsharris: What?
Kalb: The Lost Boys are complete druggies. You ate pot brownies!
Fitsharris: You can make brownies in a pot?
Kalb: No, pot as in marijuana!
Fitsharris: Oh...oh...
Kalb turns his head towards Fitsharris and nods.
Fitsharris: ...OH! It all makes sense now! I could barely understand anything anyone was saying. Hell, I could barely remember the name of this place.
Kalb: It's not that hard to remember. Broke---
Fitsharris: And driving was hard too. But, well, I lived.
There is another silence, until Fitsharris bursts out laughing again.
Fitsharris: That would explain why I started questioning my sexuality!
Kalb: ...I'm sorry, you what?
Fitsharris: I saw that new girl, Bre, naked in the shower, and I didn't react. So I worried I wasn't straight.
Kalb: Well what did you discover?
Fitsharris: That I apparently don't like women, older women, hermaphrodites, myself, and animals.
Kalb: Wow. Well I guess there's nothing left.
Fitsharris: Yeah, I went through every---
His eyes slowly widen as he turns his head towards his friend, a small twinkle arising in his eye. Kalb looks at him in a confused manner and begins to question him.
Kalb: ...what're you looking at?
Fitsharris: Oh, nothing...say, it's getting late. Maybe we should, you know, go sleep.
Kalb: Yeah, good idea.
Kalb gets up and starts walking to a tent on the right side of their camp, another tent being a few feet away from it.
Kalb: Good night.
Fitsharris: Hang on!
Kalb: What?
Fitsharris: ...how about we share a tent tonight?
Kalb: ...why?
Fitsharris: Well, it's cold. And...uh...I've heard that...uh...staying close to someone else gives...umm...extra warmth. Yeah.
Kalb: ...all right, whatever.
Kalb goes into his own tent and pulls out a sleeping bag. He then proceeds to walk over to the other tent, throw his sleeping bag in, and enter the tent. Fitsharris smiles and follows him inside.
Fitsharris: I've heard that the bugs out here bite really hard. So...ignore any strange stinging sensation.
And with that, he closes the flap on the tent behind him, the two of them entering a confusing world that not many others are willing to explore. And in truth, only one of them is apparently willing to explore this world...not that it would stop anything from happening. But the rest is up to imagination, as now the tale has ended, as has a crazy day. For now, the Capitalists must simply enjoy the night they are spending together.
Besides, they've got some Oscars to win in the morning.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:39:35 GMT -5
Match 8: Over the top #1 contender’s match Latino vs. Jonny Spade vs. BK London (Credit: BK)
Back in the ACW arena, it’s time for the main event. Philip is on hand to address the details.
Philip: This match is scheduled as a Sudden Death Triple Threat Over the Top Rope Battle Royal, the rules of this match are as follows: The result will be decided when one person goes over the top rope and both feet touch the floor, the person who threw the victim over the top rope will be the winner, and go on to face the ACW Heavyweight Champion next week on Meltdown....
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool sounds throughout the arena and the crowd is definitely familar with this person.
Philip: The first participant in this match, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 240 pounds, "The Ace of Spades" Jonny Spade!
The fan favorite and the underdog in the match Jonny Spade steps through the curtain, amped for his match-up tonight. He is itching at the chance to get another shot at the ACW Heavyweight Championship and we can see the happiness but determination on his face as he walks down to the ring. Jonny enters the ring and hops up on the middle turnbuckle before saluting and playing to the crowd.
Philip: The second participant in this match, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 232 pounds, "The Sole Survivor" BK London!
"Hold Ya Head" hits and the booing from the crowd for this shady character feels almost to be involuntary. BK London steps onto the stage through the smoke and flashing lights with the steel chair wrapped with barbed wire in hand. Upon walking down to the ring he rests the chair on the steel steps ringside. BK enters the ring and stares across at his adversary for most of the past month, Jonny Spade.
Philip: And the final participant in this match from New York, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds………..Latino!
The arena is quiet until two words are heard throughout the speakers. "OOoOOOooooOOooh LATINO!" The beats of “Oye” start to play as Latino walks through the curtains. He moves to beats and slaps hands with many fans as he walks down to the ring. Latino rolls under the ropes and then climbs the turnbuckle. He slaps his chest with an open palm as the fans cheer loudly. Latino steps down from the middle rope and looks back at the two people he has to face tonight, very closely.
As the bell rings for the match to commence all three men take a respective corner and watch both of their opponents, looking for who will make the first move. BK looks cautiously at his two opponents as the other two are doing and then he yells out to Latino. Latino takes his attention off of Jonny for the moment and now BK is proposing and idea of reuniting Affirmative Action. He extends his hand for a handshake and Latino graciously accepts to the dismay of the crowd. Jonny is in for it now as the two approach him and he's only in a corner. Suddenly Latino grabs BK and attempts to toss him over the top rope to the outside but BK manages to hold on. A huge Latino chant breaks out and upon entering the ring BK is met with a right hand from Latino. BK makes a 180 degree turn from the punch and now Jonny takes his hand at knocking BK silly. This whole process continues and finally Jonny takes down the former ACW Champion with a clothesline. Jonny picks up BK, who is groggy, and attempts to send him sailing over the top rope but Latino intercepts by kicking Jonny in his abdomen. Latino knows the rules of this new type of Over the Top Rope Battle Royal very well and he knows that it would give Jonny the win. Latino and Jonny start exchanging blows, and Latino gets the upper hand being the more experienced brawler. Latino whips Jonny off the ropes and as Jonny comes back Latino attempts a back body drop but is met by a front kick right to his jaw. Latino rises up, holding his jaw in pain and Jonny now goes down low with an inverted atomic drop before landing a near perfect dropkick to his temple. Latino drops down to the ground and starts crawling toward the corner where Jonny meets up with him. Jonny picks him up a nearly pierces his chest with one of those authentice canadian chops. Latino's holds his chest in reaction to the resulting sting of the chop and Jonny only picks him up and chops him across the chest again.
BK is now up on the other side of the ring and he spots Jonny giving Latino a chest lashing and he decides to make his move. BK charges toward Jonny and attempts to attack him from behind but Jonny side steps the move and BK runs into Latino. BK staggers backwards for a moment before dropping on his back and Latino slowly staggers forward before falling forward, head first into the groin of London. The hearty laughter of the people in the crowd can be heard throughout the arena as they look at the expression on BK's face. BK rolls under the bottom rope to the outside and tries to catch his breath while Jonny decides to go back to work on Latino. Jonny rests Latino in the corner and picks him up by his legs to toss him over the ropes. Latino returns to his senses and sees what's going on and he holds onto the top rope and attempts to kick his way out of the move. It takes three kicks to the face of Jonny before Jonny gives up on his attempt to toss Latino over the top rope. Latino begins to fight back against Jonny, showing no signs of ring rust at that. Latino kicks Jonny in the abdomen and starts delivering the first of the three shots, a tribute to the late great Eddie Guerrero. With a twist of the hips Latino gets up again and hits another suplex to the crowd's delight. Latino gets up for the third suplex but Jonny manages to block it and he wrenches the arm of Latino and pulls him toward him before lifting him up on his shoulders. Jonny's going for the Jonormous Slam and as he spins him in mid-air, Latino counters and lands on his feet. He kicks Jonny and attempts to whip him into the ropes but Jonny reverses it and sends him into the ropes. As Latino hits the ropes he holds on and Jonny reacts by sprinting towards him. Latino uses Jonny's own momentum and tosses him over the top rope but Jonny lands on the apron. Latino sees this in the corner of his eye and he hits a quick and decisive superkick to the face of Jonny. Jonny reels and falls backwards off the apron and it looks like he is about to be eliminated.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:40:05 GMT -5
Latino celebrates in the ring like it's his birthday but on the outside BK is holding Jonny in his arms and he rolls him back in the ring before rolling back in the ring himself. BK grabs Latino by the back of his head and tosses him over the ropes but Latino manages to hang on. Latino's feet swing just about 5 inches from the floor and he manages to garner the strength to skin the cat, BK is unfortunately the unlucky person to get caught by he legs of Latino. Latino looks as if he is about to toss BK over but Jonny leaps forward and grabs the legs of BK, stopping this. Latino can only hold on for so long and finally BK slams the back of Latino's neck on the mat with a Wheelbarrow German Suplex. BK rises up, exhausted, and he stomps away at both Latino and Jonny who are lying on the mat. Picking up Jonny, BK starts pummeling him with punches to the face and following up with a DDT in the mat. BK nips up from the ground and beats his chest, showing off his dominance in the ring and he walks over to Latino. He picks up Latino and manages to lock in a move you don't see him do ever so often - an Abdominal Stretch. BK pulls back, stretching the abdomen of Latino attempting to wear him down so it can be easier to throw him over the top rope, a great plan indeed. Jonny finds his way to his feet and he goes behind BK and locks in an abdominal stretch of his own on BK. Both BK and Latino scream in pain and the crowd applauds the three superstars with this crazy spot. About 15 seconds in the move BK gathes the strength to hip toss Jonny and Latino does the same to BK. Both BK and Jonny get up at the same time and Latino starts to fire up, taking both down with a clothesline. BK rises up and Latino hits a standing dropkick on him. Jonny gets up and Latino grabs him from behind and sends him down to the ground with a Sleeper Hold Drop. Latino climbs up to the top rope and beats his chest before diving off the top rope. He hits the Frog Splash on Jonny Spade and the crowd goes nuts.
BK is up on his feet and as he turns around Latino tosses him over the top rope, but BK lands on the apron like Jonny before. Latino decks BK in the face and sends him reeling but BK smartly holds onto the top rope. Latino punches him again, hoping that his grip will loosen and it only does a little. Third time is hopefully a charm for the former International Champion and he winds up before the final punch but BK ducks under it. He follows up by raking Latino in the eyes and now he attempts to suplex him to the outside. BK holds Latino up in the air and the screams of "Noooooooo!" can be heard. Latino manages to dangle his feet and land feet first in the ring. Jonny, who recovers, grabs Latino from behind in a rear waistlock and attempts to German Suplex him but Latino holds onto the ropes. BK shoulder thrusts Latino in the gut before launching himself over both Latino and Jonny and grabbing Jonny in a sunset flip which sets up a domino effect and Jonny hits the German Suplex on Latino. The crowd goes wild and all three men lay motionless in the ring, it's anybody's game now.
Jonny's the most exhausted man in the match out of anyone after being double booked tonight, but he manages to find the extra power within himself to rise up to his feet. BK London is doing the same thing on the other side of the ring while Latino is folded up like an accordian from the German Suplex. BK, groggily walks over to Jonny and hits him with a haymaker to his jaw. Jonny responds with a haymaker of his own to the face of London. The back and forth action continues to go slow but as time passes it begins to speed up until Jonny gets the upperhand. He whips BK off the ropes and attempts to go for the Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker but BK counters it into a Hurricanrana. Jonny counters the Hurricanrana attempt into BK London's own Make or Break. The crowd goes absolutely nuts and BK wildly taps in pain. Predator begins to run down to the ring and he slides in before any of the referees can catch him and charges at the Ace of Spades. Jonny is positioned by the ropes and as Predator goes for the clothesline, Jonny ducks and sends Predator back over the top rope to the outside to a huge pop from the crowd. BK finds the strength within him to flip forward and launch Jonny shoulder first into the ring post. Staggering up, BK holds his ankle in pain and spots Latino using the ropes to help himself up. He sees this as an open opportunity to win the match and he goes for the clothesline but Latino pulls the top rope down and BK is sent soaring over the top rope to the outside.
BK hits the mat below and the entire crowd goes nuts but on the other side of the ring both referees are trying to restrain Predator who wants back in the ring. Predator does anything in his power to make sure the referees don't see this and BK London grabs the barbed wire steel chair he left ringside on the steel steps and enters the ring. As Latino is celebrating, definitely under the impression that he has won, BK creeps up on him and lashes him with the weapon across his back. Latino wails in pain and BK ditches the weapon before tossing him over the top rope to the outside. Predator makes sure the referee see this and they ring the bell signalling the end of the match.
Philip: And the winner of this match, and No.1 Contender for the ACW Heavyweight Championship, BK London!
"Hold Ya Head" sounds through the speakers and a huge load of boos can be heard for BK London as he is announced the winner. Latino lays on the outside, holding his back in pain while looking up in the ring at BK having his hand raised by the referee. Predator rolls in the ring and scares the referee out the ring and he raises the champion's arm proudly.BK mouths a few words towards the camera which are surely for Atomic Kitsune, and Predator gestures a belt around the waist for BK London. The two exit the ring with each other and before heading up the ramp they pick up the equalizer. Walking backwards up the ramp they raise their arms over their head with the camera closing in on the weapon before fading out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2006 16:40:52 GMT -5
Closing Segment: As the World Falls Down (Credit: ??) The show is over and some fans are beginning to leave...but instead of the lights shutting down, they’re greeted with something else! Ginger emerges from the entrance, microphone in hand. Those who were leaving watch him as he heads for the ring, and they sit back down. Everyone settles down as he enters. Edison: What's this about? McNally: Looks like our chairman has a few words to say before we leave here. Ginger: Wonderful show tonight as usual, don’t you think? I have one more piece of business to address before we call it a night. I was going to ignore it, but it has to be discussed. I’d like to ask Triple A to come out here. He waits a moment and nothing happens. Finally, theme music begins to play. But it is not Pomp and Circumstance. It is...Cum On Feel The Noize by Quiet Riot? ( media.putfile.com/quietriot ) McNally: What the? Ginger, like the fans, has no idea who this is. But then Packrat Red stumbles through the curtain with a microphone and looks around. The music ends. Red: Ha, funny how that theme music stuff works. That scared me to death! I forgot I wrote that down. Ginger: I don’t believe you’re who I asked to see. Red: Uh...right. I got told by Fancy Dan who got told by Ash and Aoyama to tell ya that they can’t find Aurelia, so they’ll talk to ya later when all three are together. Ginger: Well go back there and tell them to come out here anyway. Red goes back toward the curtain and pokes only his head through. He then looks back at Ginger. Red: Fancy Dan says they said they’re unable to without Aurelia. Ginger: Listen, you tell Fanc-...What’s that noise? The fans hear it too. It’s like a strong wind, and it’s getting louder very quickly. Along with the wind, there’s suddenly a loud grinding noise. McNally: What the hell is this? The dome ceiling of the ACW arena splits up the middle and begins to open while the lighting system folds up with either side of the roof. The majority of the fans begin to scream, not knowing what’s going on. Packrat Red flees through the curtain. Ginger, however, stands his ground. Edison: Oh my God, who designed this arena?! As the dome continues to open, the loud wind noise is explained: there’s a helicopter above the arena. With no ceiling in the way, the ring’s apron is flailing about due to the extreme winds. A light from the helicopter shines down on the ring. McNally: Holy crap! ACW is under siege! I'm getting outta here! Edison: Relax, I'm sure there's a perfectly plausible explanation for why the arena suddenly decided to split open and why there's an army issued helicopter descending upon us. Ginger looks up at it, shielding his eyes. A flat object is thrown from the helicopter toward the ring. He catches it and examines it. It’s a CD case, with "Play Me" written on the CD inside of it. He tosses the case to someone at ringside who scrambles to the tech booth. After a few agonizing moments, a small noise issues out of the gigantic speakers in the arena... Ding-a-ding, ding-a-ding.McNally: Hey, I know that ringing... Edison: Of course you do! OH MY GOD! IT'S FLOWER OF CARNAGE! ( media.putfile.com/Flower-of-Carnage ) Indeed, it is. At first the fans temper their hopes, expecting another false entrance… but then the audience gasps, and a single rope trails lazily from the bottom of the helicopter and lands right in front of Ginger. A small white shoe pokes out of the bottom, followed by a slender leg clothed in a knee-high white school girl sock. McNally nearly falls out of his chair, and Edison pinches himself to make sure he isn't dreaming. McNally: That can't be her...There's no denying it: it really is Yoko Satoshi, in all her glory, sliding elegantly down the rope, a small thud accompanying her graceful land. Before the crowd completely loses its mind, someone else slides out of the helicopter, her scarlet red dress billowing up as she descents, revealing a splendid pair of pink panties to the roaring crowd. Edison: NO WAY! NO WAY! The audience is marking out almost as much as Edison. Sarin "Scarlet" Rossi hops off the rope and lands right next to Yoko. Ginger is grinning, very amused. Yoko and Scarlet take a few moments to wave to the crowd and their fans. All too soon, the celebratory mood dies away as Flower of Carnage fades out. Ginger: ...Quite an entrance you have there. I didn’t actually know the ceiling could DO that. Yoko just smiles. She reaches out and shakes Ginger’s hand, gives him a hug, and relieves him of the microphone. Yoko: It’s great to be in this ring again. I just wanted to say that. About the helicopter thing...We had to get here one way or another, and we couldn’t get a conventional flight. Drastic times call for drastic measures and all that. Ginger: You could have called, or something. Scarlet: We needed to talk to you face to face. It’s important. Yoko: Very important. And it looks like we got here in the nick of time! Ginger: Tell me why you had to come through the roof first, please. If someone had a heart attack because of you two, we’re in trouble. Yoko: Uh...We were going to land outside. Scarlet: But the security guys started running around! Then they were talking to some tech guy, and then the roof started to open. So...I suggested we just land in the ring. Ginger: Right then. Don't do that again. So what brings you here? Yoko: We’re here to stop you from finishing the deal with Triple A! That’s why we rushed here. Scarlet: We’ve been watching the shows at Yoko’s house. We’ve been trying to get here since you announced you’d switch over the bank accounts to them. And it looks like we’ve just stopped you! Ginger: I wasn’t going to talk about that with them, though. I simply wanted to ask Aurelia about these rumors I’ve been hearing from countless Fallout stars about a sabotage. What’s wrong with letting Mr. Aoyama handle the accounts? Yoko: ...Do you not watch your own shows or something? It’s all in there. I guess he knew you didn’t, though. Scarlet: As I said, we’ve been watching the shows. Anyone with half a brain can figure out who’s behind Triple A. We did. Yoko: I would think you’d be cautious about outsiders after the Mercer Stanton ordeal, Ginger. Especially since he’s so obviously the culprit here! Ginger: That’s...That’s nonsense. He’s dead! Scarlet: Apparently not! There’s no one else who’d come up with some scheme like...ruin ACW’s reputation and lower stock, or steal the bank accounts... Yoko: He- There’s a loud crack over the microphones. Some kind of interference. Suddenly, the Alphatron’s image turns to static. The static slowly fades to reveal a desk. Sitting behind the desk is Mercer Stanton. A lot more pale than before, but otherwise in good shape. Mercer: You never get tired of getting involved in things that don’t concern you, do you little Satoshi? Ginger: No, you’re dead! I saw the report! Yoko: I’m sure he faked it. Mercer: Actually...Well, we’ll go with that, sure. I was trying to stay out of this personally, but if you’ve linked me to it there’s no reason to stay hidden. Yoko: Well luckily we figured it out! The accounts will not transfer to Triple A now. Stanton leans forward, resting his hands on his wrists and his elbows on his desk.Mercer: Oh really? What makes you say that? Yoko: Ginger will cancel the deal. He may be dense but he isn’t a moron. Scarlet tugs on Yoko’s arm and points toward Ginger. He’s standing there, motionless.Mercer: I imagine Ginger is too overcome with anxiety to continue this conversation. But what I’m sure he would like to tell you at this moment is that the possession of the accounts became shared with Triple A on Tuesday. In turn, they handed them over to me immediately. Let me tell you, I had planned to drain them and leave without getting involved. But because of you, it can be linked to me, and I’m not up for lawsuits at the moment. But Ginger isn’t going to be emptying them either. Yoko: Why not? Ginger: ...Bills. Aoyama linked the bills to be automatically paid from the accounts. We’re talking lots of extremely expensive bills, too. If I take out the money, the bills go unpaid due to a zero balance and we pay heavy fines. Mercer: I’m not entirely a bad guy, you know. I’m willing to...negotiate terms. I’ll see you on Warfare, in person. Farewell for now. Also, give my regards to Alicia. I saw that she won the gold. Static takes over the Alphatron and it returns to its normal picture, and then turns off. Ginger’s legs are having trouble supporting his body so Scarlet and Yoko are helping to hold him up. He looks utterly crushed, as do Yoko and Scarlet. They didn’t save the day after all.
What does the future hold for ACW? What does Stanton have up his sleeve? And where _does_ Scarlet buy her lingerie?
You KNOW you’re going to tune in to Warfare to find out…
Fade to Black.
End Show.
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Post by scrawn on Mar 30, 2006 16:43:58 GMT -5
Best. Post-PPV Show. Ever.
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Post by BK London on Mar 30, 2006 16:44:54 GMT -5
Yoko & Scarlet gets the Best ACW Entrance Award Ever.
Great show to all who contributed. Let's keep this thing rolling.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Mar 30, 2006 16:48:40 GMT -5
Best. Post-PPV Show. Ever.
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