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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:53:27 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Title Match Rawt vs. Red's Only Fan (Credit: Torak)
The night seems to fade but the moonlight lingers on. There are wonders for everyone. The stars shine so bright but they’re fading after dawn. There is magic in Kingston Town.
Phillip : The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship!
The Reptile track from Mortal Kombat hits the speakers and out steps the first contender for this match.
Phillip : Introducing first, the challenger: from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred pounds…Mr. Red!
Red struts to the ring, confident despite his loss on Monday. Maybe the added incentive of a title will motivate him for this one. He climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring just before the music cuts.
A moment of silence precedes the intro of “Another one bites the dust”, the popular Queen track. The champion enters the arena, title belt in his grasp as he makes his way to the ring.
Phillip : And his opponent, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at thee hundred pounds…he is the Alpha Championship Wrestling Entertainment Champion…Rawt “The Crippler” Ross!
Rawt makes hefty strides down the ramp and he pulls himself up onto the apron. He enters the ring and glares at Red who returns the gaze. The referee requests that Rawt relinquish his title for the time being. Rawt reluctantly hands it over with a stern look on his face. Red sees this as an opportunity. With the belt barely out of his hands Rawt finds himself pounced on by a raring-to-go Red.
He pounds on Rawt with some overhand strikes before finishing off the outburst with a leaping lariat which knowns Rawt down to the canvas. He is very quickly back on his feet though, but Red is relentless and continues to pound Rawt with right hands.
Red foolishly attempts to whip the champ across the ring but Rawt is incredibly strong and reverses. Red does not feel like giving up the early advantage he has gained and repeats on Rawt with a swinging DDT…just like how The Rock used to execute it. Red makes a cover in hope, but it’s an attempt in vain as Rawt powers out before the two count. Rawt sits up, taking a breather and currently oblivious to the location of Red. He’s behind him as he soon discovers as a sliding dropkick connects with the lower back of the Champion. Rawt starts to get to his feet, hampered only slightly by the constant kicks Red delivers. Once vertical Rawt has to endure a series of chops and punches.
However, it takes much more than a few strikes to subdue “The Crippler” and he soon catches the arm of Red. He looks to whip Red across the ring but then reels him in and hits a tough clothesline, almost turning Red inside out. Red slowly gets to his feet but he is soon returned to the canvas via a big scoop slam delivered by Rawt.
It looks like Rawt is beginning to take control and Red will need something special to claw his way back into this one. No such luck as Rawt continues his assault, wrapping his arms around the waist of the challenger and executes a harsh looking German suplex. Not once, not twice, but three times.
You think it might just be over there but Rawt isn’t done yet. He pulls Red up and positions him between his legs, signalling for the “Bomb Drop”. He lifts Red up and sets him on his shoulders…but he hesitates and allows Red to counter with a hurricanrana, bringing Rawt down to the canvas. Red performs a back roll and hops to his feet and lifts the legs of Rawt up, looking for a Boston Crab. He struggles to turn Rawt over as he attempts to squirm out of the move. He manages to grab Red by the hair and delivers a clubbing blow to the head of Red, knocking him backwards in a daze.
Rawt gets to his feet and backs into the nearby ropes, propelling himself off them toward Red and hits the Rawt Shot, taking Red down. Rawt makes the cover and it’s academic. 1… 2… 3…
Phillip : Here is your winner and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion…Rawt “The Crippler” Ross!!!
The referee retrieves the title belt from ringside and re-unites it with it’s owner who snatches it from the grasp of the official. He lifts it up into the air to display his success before exiting the ring. Red on the other hand comes to and looks very disappointed with the loss. Not quite having the best of luck as of late and will hope to turn it around in the near future. For now he has to contemplate the loss backstage.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:54:14 GMT -5
Segment: Mixed Motivation? (Credit: BK London and Santiago)
The scene opens up with BK London walking in Ginger's office, which just like Monday, has been remodeled to look exactly as if it were his home office in ACW HQ. First BK stops and looks around at the room, but then decides that it's best not to ask questions. Upon entering he sees his stablemates Santiago Rivera and Gingerdude in a little argument by his desk. As head of the Corporate Alliance it is best that BK get to the bottom of this and try to resolve this conflict.
Santiago: How could you do this Ginger?
Ginger: Well you see -
BK: What seems to be the problem here guys?
Santiago: The problem here is Ginger, I thought this was going to be a stroll down easy lane, but it seems that Ginger here wants to book me in a match at Fallen Heroes against RDK! And has yet to tell me the reason for doing so...
BK: Oh actually, I suggested that match for you at Fallen Heroes Santi.
Santiago pauses, and slowly turns toward BK with a grimacing look.
Santiago: You....did - what? I...I don't understand, why would you-
BK: Hey hey hey. Listen, don't get sand in your vagina over this. I picked you for a reason Santiago.
Santiago: And what reason would that be? You KNOW how hard it is keeping this title as it is.
BK: Listen Santiago, you should know the strength and pull that the Corporate Alliance has here. Did you watch Warfare? Did you?
Santiago: Yeah...
BK: Jake Cheng pinned RDK. JAKE CHENG! When is the last time you ever seen that?
Santiago: Didn't he pin him in that ta-
BK: That doesn't matter right now. The thing that matters is that I believe you can defeat RDK. RDK has grown to be a great thorn in my ass and a way to solidify you as the self-proclaimed 'GREATEST ACW International Champion EVAR!' You have to take out the most respected ACW legend of them all...The Macho Man RDK.
Santiago: But -
BK: Nope, not another word. Now I want you to go out there and start tossing people over the top rope. Go-go-go.
Santiago: Fine. Rattlesnake and Senator don't know what they got themselves into when they put themselves into my fallen heroes preperation match.
BK: That's what I'm talking about.
Santiago walks out the room less pissed than when he came in but he still can't hide the fact that he is frustrated with how things have gone for him. Back in the room we can see BK smiling with his arm over the shoulder of Ginger.
Ginger: BK....I know you too well. I know why you put him in this match. You want him to pay for beating your IN Title record don't you?
BK: Eh, maybe and maybe not. We'll see how things fallout. Who knows, he could actually be the greatest IN champ of all time.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:55:31 GMT -5
Segment: Finally some good luck… (Credit: Scott Andrews)
We open the scene to show Lex and Scott lying on the beach, face up, indulging in the suns warming rays. They are obviously trying to shake off their ‘Angelus jitters’ with a bit of rest and relaxation. Lex shields his face with a copy of a WWE Diva’s magazine, while Scott lies with the sunlight beaming down on his face and body. Scott rolls over onto his stomach.
Scott: Did you see the way Sarin looked at me, dude?
Lex: All I saw was the way she kicked your jaw in, hahaha.
Scott: Shut up, man. Chicks dig the Scarlet Assassin…Hey, you got any other magazines with you?
Lex: Nope. This is the only one I need. You should have brought yours.
Scott: I know. There aren’t any decent magazines around this place. I wonder where I can find a copy of Entertainment Weekly.
A random passer by stops at this remark, and moves slowly over to the Cold Blooded Killers.
Teenager: You want a copy of Entertainment Weekly?
Scott looks up and adorns his treasured face with a delighted smile. He replies with an uncharacteristic gleefulness in voice.
Scott: You know where I can get a copy?
Teenager: Yeah. It’s a little stall in town. It’s kind of by itself, away from the other stuff. That’s probably why you didn’t see it.
Scott: Well actually, moron, we hadn’t even been to town yet. But thanks for the info. Here’s a dime.
Scott flicks a dime from out of no where to the teenager. The boy looks at it and walks off into the background. Scott turns to Lex, while in the background, the boy tosses the dime away.
Scott: Let’s go, big boy. I’m gonna get me my Entertainment Weekly…Hop to it.
Scott springs up off the ground and grabs his stuff that was lying next to him; a beach towel and his t-shirt. Lex sits up, kisses the magazine, and chucks it in a little bag before following behind Scott. They walk over to the side of the road. Scott extends his arm. A passing horse and cart stops. Lex flicks his t-shirt over his shoulder and looks at Scott as if to say ‘nice job’.
Scott (To Driver): The magazine stall, and step on it.
The CBK climb into the back of the cart as it drives off out of frame. The dust from the road fills the screen as the scene cuts to the next part of the show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:56:12 GMT -5
Match 4: RDK vs. Predator w/ BK
Next up is an all-Canadian clash; Philip is on hand to deal with the particulars.
Philip: This next match is a singles contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Winnipeg Manitoba, being accompanied by BK London… The Predator!
”Can’t get enough of your love” hits, and Predator walks out into a veritable tidal wave of boos from the fans. Smirking, he raises his arms high above his head, and is flanked by BK as he walks down to ringside. BK gives his charge a quick pep talk, and then stands back a little way from the ring as Predator circles, climbing the turnbuckles.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada… the Macho Man RDK!
”Macho Man” hits for the second time that evening and the fans all rise to their feet as one. RDK adjusts his shades on the stage, and then jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with a few lucky fans before sliding into the ring. The referee places himself between RDK and Predator to ensure no one jumps the start, and only when he is ready does he call for the bell.
Bell Rings.
There’s no grey areas of support with regard to the protagonists of this match; the fans are already shouting and chanting for RDK as he and Predator begin to circle. RDK makes the first move with a rushing elbow that leads into a stream of overhand punches, and the Macho Man is not messing around; he clearly wants a fast, utterly dominant victory over the protégé of one of his biggest rivals. Predator is forced backward almost to the ropes, and yet does not fall; there can be no denying that he’s a highly creditable superstar now in his own right, and the fans can see at once that RDK is unlikely to achieve his aim as Predator retaliates with a number of stiff kicks, and then delivers a suplex to set up the first pin attempt of the night. 1- RDK kicks out powerfully, and the fans cheer with relief, but BK smirks and applauds Predator’s efforts from the outside, a distraction that RDK knows he has to ignore but which still needles him nonetheless. He and Predator get back up, and RDK goes for his opponent’s ribs, first with underhook punches and then a kick or two, before whipping him into the ropes and using a mighty spinebuster in the centre of the ring. BK already has one knee on the apron as RDK pins, 1….2- Predator gets his arm in the air, and shoves RDK away, hustling to be back on his feet first and then striking with a Simba Slam. Pred drops to make another cover, but RDK rolls away and drops to the outside. The referee watches BK like a hawk, but BK’s smart enough not to go for a direct attack; instead, he goads RDK, trying to tempt him into making the first move, and RDK has a face like thunder as he puts his own feelings aside and circles around the ring, outflanking Predator and getting back inside before Predator can attack.
Predator at once has to go on the defensive, as a seriously pissed off RDK launches into an attack of rare intensity. The fans are chanting “Macho, Macho!” and RDK does indeed start to enter his enhanced “zone”, hyping the fans and circling the ring- but the BK moves up to the apron and catches his ankle, causing RDK to trip unseen by the referee. The crowd boos furiously as Predator dives in and applies the Predator crossface, but BK shouts out in frustration as Predator has forgotten to consider the location of his opponent in the ring. He no sooner has the hold applied than RDK reaches out and grabs the rope; Predator flushes a little red, and pulls RDK back a few feet before trying again. The delay, however, has given RDK crucial thinking time, and as Predator tries to apply the hold once more RDK rolls the pair of them over, forcing Pred’s shoulders to the mat. The crowd yells in delight as the pin is counted, 1,2,- Predator kicks out, but he’s lost all chance of making the crossface work, and now RDK is back on the attack. He runs to the ropes, and goes for a springboard moonsault – only for BK to jump on the apron and pull the rope back so that RDK’s launch is ruined and he crashes roughly to the mat. Predator makes a smirking pin… but the referee saw the interference and is trying to order BK to leave ringside. Furious, Predator leaps up and grabs the referee to demand an explanation; after a moment or two RDK also gets up, and BK’s warning shout is too late as Predator turns around into the rock bottom. The crowd chants “Macho Slam!!” and RDK is keen to oblige them; he lifts Predator up, but BK has had enough and runs in to prevent the move happening, regardless of the consequences. The referee’s had about enough, and calls for the bell at once as the crowd boos…
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner due to a disqualification… the Macho Man RDK!
The crowd half expected something like this, but they still boo furiously as Predator and BK double-team RDK. Jake and Santiago run down the ramp, keen to support their stablemates – but their carefully laid plans go awry as out of the massed audience comes some well concealed “cavalry” in the shape of AK and Latino. They take down Jake and Santiago before the two CA members spot the danger, and RDK rallies, punching BK point blank between the eyes so that he staggers backward. Predator takes a swing of his own but misses, and RDK gives him a proper Macho Slam to make good on his promise before sliding out of the ring.
The three don’t stay around and wait for Ginger to summon security; RDK cheekily waves to the fans before moving smartly to the back and out of harm’s way, leaving BK to fume over the situation as the show goes to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:56:44 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #4 (Credit: Yoko)
October 2nd, 2005
The Satoshi household, Okinawa, Japan
Fade in on Yoko’s room. Scratch that, Yoko AND SARIN’S room. Yoko is sitting on the edge of her bed while Sarin is unpacking her suitcase and putting things in the closet.
Sarin: I thought you said you were going to help me unpack my things? You’ve just sat there the entire time.
Yoko: Sorry, it’s just surreal to see you in my house…in my room, putting clothes into the closet.
Sarin: Well, it’s apparently our room now. So get used to it!
Yoko: Oh, don’t worry. I plan on getting used to it. How have things been over in ACW?
Sarin: That Stanton guy left and didn’t come back. Aside from that, the same as usual pretty much. Those Santanas still try to peep on me. Can you believe them?
Yoko: Well…You ARE very peepable.
Sarin: Yoko!
Yoko: It’s true!
Yoko giggles while Sarin smirks at her.
Sarin: So are you going to help me unpack or just stare at me like the Santanas?
Yoko: Give me a kiss and I’ll help.
Sarin: I think that can be arranged…
She walks over to Yoko they begin to kiss. Yoko wraps her arms around Sarin and falls back onto the bed, holding Sarin on top of her. The kissing continues, but then Sarin breaks it.
Sarin: I don’t believe the arrangement went beyond a kiss.
Yoko: That was then, this is now!
They both laugh, and then Yoko rolls over, now on top of Sarin. She grinds her thigh between Sarin’s legs as they resume kissing, and then…the door of the room opens, and Yuki walks in with a sandwich, and freezes in her tracks as both Yoko and Sarin turn their heads toward her. Yoko practically leaps off of Sarin. They both look startled and embarrassed. Yuki just kind of chews her sandwich slowly. There’s an awkward silence. Yuki finally breaks it.
Yuki: I um…went to make a sandwich. How’d the talk go?
Yoko: Mother and father are letting Sarin stay here!
Yuki: Really?! I didn’t expect that! Where is she sleeping?
Yoko: In here.
Yuki: …But only two people fit in the bed, is she sleeping on the floor?
Yoko: She’s sleeping in the bed.
Yuki: Then…what about me? This is our room!
Yoko: Yuki, you have a room. You just started sleeping in here since I signed with ACW, and I let you stay here when I came back. You shouldn’t let your room go to waste.
Yuki: Sarin can use my room!
Yoko: Yuki…
Yuki: That’s not fair, just because your girlfriend is here doesn’t mean I get kicked out!
Yoko: This is still MY room, and I get to decide who shares it!
Yuki: You’re a tyrant!
Sarin: Don’t I get a say in this?!
Yoko and Yuki shut up and look at Sarin.
Sarin: Yoko, let Yuki sleep here tonight. I’ll sleep in her room.
Yoko: But-
Sarin: No buts. You two need to have a sisterly chat. You have some issues to settle. Now, shall we all help me unpack? Or am I going to unpack while you two do nothing?
Yuki: Yoko wasn’t even helping? For shame!
Yoko: I was going to…In fact, I’m going to right now! More than you will!
Yuki: No way!
They both rush to Sarin’s suitcase to unpack.
Sarin: …Are you sure you two have a six year age difference?
The question goes unanswered and Sarin goes to make sure they aren’t ripping her clothes in their competition fury.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:58:13 GMT -5
Segment: The Game (Credit: Hunter)
They say that if you search hard enough, you'll find that which you seek. But what the hell do they know?
Hunter moves at a tiresome pace, pondering this question silently to himself as he looks up and about for the sign that should point him to that which he seeks. But he does not ask this question concerning the location he seeks; instead, he asks this question concerning the woman that he has been attempting to find for as long as he can remember. For when Hunter lost her, his life lost its meaning. And now he must search to find her and its meaning once more, despite the hardships of such a task. He throws the door open and steps inside from the cold, quickly shutting the door behind him and rapidly blinking his eyes to attempt to get used to the illuminating light before him. Once this task is accomplished, he flies up the steps and reaches the second door, turning the knob slowly and momentarily gaining entrance into the headquarters of the men who will hopefully be able to accomplish his search for him: Revelations.
Azzy: They are waiting for you, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter turns his head to the left and sees Azzy, the detectives' guardian angel, sitting solemnly behind his desk and continuing on with his mysterious writing and erasing. Hunter does not answer the man, and instead he approaches the door leading to the detectives' office and opens it, gaining entry seconds later.
Cross: Ah, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter looks up at the main desk to the left of the room, behind which sits Damien Cross. Hunter looks him up and down and once again notices the buttons on his coat; this time, however, the crossbows on the buttons are joined with arrows. Before Cross is another table, and behind this table sits Mr. Grimm. On the table is a set-up chessboard, its pieces remaining in their original positions.
Hunter: So what've you got for me?
Cross: About the girl, you mean?
Hunter: Yes.
Cross: We are still awaiting the arrivals of Mr. Truman and Mr. Waters. Once they are here, they will tell us what we need to know.
Hunter: And when will that be?
Cross: Any moment now.
Hunter: I see.
Grimm: Mr. Hunter...
Hunter turns his head to glance over Mr. Grimm, who continues sitting behind the table and does not move whatsoever.
Grimm: ...care for a game of chess?
Hunter: ...a what?
Cross: Oh, yes, that is a splendid idea. Mr. Grimm is quite the player; I do not believe he has ever lost.
Hunter: I---
Grimm: It is a great way to pass the time. And as long as we are waiting for Truman and Waters...
Hunter: Well, I have not played in quite some time.
Grimm: Fear not; it is a simply game. You will remember its fundamental aspects mere seconds into it.
Hunter sighs and takes off his trench-coat, throwing it over a chair and bringing the chair to the side of the white pieces of the chessboard.
Hunter: Why not?
Grimm: Excellent. Let us begin.
Grimm takes the first move and moves one of his pawns forward. Hunter follows suit shortly after, and their moves continue on rapidly as they converse.
Grimm: Do you believe in fate, Mr. Hunter?
Hunter: Most definitely.
Grimm: So do you ponder the future and what it will bring?
Hunter: Constantly.
Grimm: And what do you predict will happen in this case?
Hunter: I never attempt to predict things. I attempt to simply let them come, though that does not prevent me from pondering what can be.
Grimm: Well fine, then what is your...theory?
Hunter: I think you will find her.
Grimm pauses for a moment before continuing his move.
Grimm: Oh?
Hunter: You seem to know what you are doing, and I have full faith in your methods.
Grimm: Ah, good. Do you read the Bible, Mr. Hunter?
Hunter: No, but a lot of people around me sure seem to.
Grimm: "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." Do you know what this quote means?
Hunter: I can only assume you speak of the end of days.
Grimm: Of you course. What do you think of the apocalypse?
Hunter: What do you mean?
Hunter himself pauses, taking a few moments before taking his turn.
Grimm: Do you believe in it?
Hunter: I do not know how one can believe in that which has yet to happen.
Grimm: Do you believe it will happen, though?
Hunter: Yes, though not as...creative as the Bible suggests.
Grimm: In what way?
Hunter: Four Horsemen appearing from a gate and bringing Hell with them? Sounds far-fetched.
Grimm: Ah, but man's greatest weakness is his inability to believe. When you least expect it, they will strike.
Hunter: The Horsemen, you mean?
Grimm: Yes.
Hunter: It's a possibility. But I still do not believe in them.
Grimm: That would never stop them from claiming you, however.
Hunter pauses and looks into Grimm's chilling dark eyes. Grimm does not blink, and he simply looks back into Hunter's eyes. Hunter breaks this cold stare and moves his next piece.
Hunter: So what are we playing for?
Grimm: Originally, to pass the time. But I have played for much more before, and I will gladly put something up if you so wish.
Hunter: What have you played for before?
Grimm: That I keep to myself.
Hunter: Fair enough. So what do we wager here?
Grimm: How about...you?
Hunter: I beg your pardon?
Grimm: Let us play for that which you have and love the most.
Hunter: ...what do you mean?
Grimm: Your life.
There is a long pause as Grimm slowly and in an assuring manner takes his next move.
Hunter: ...you're kidding, right?
Grimm: Well there is only one way to find out, isn't there?
Hunter looks at the chessboard and ponders to himself for a few moments...and then smirks.
Hunter: Fine.
Grimm: Excellent. Continue.
Hunter: You are a strange individual, do you know that?
Grimm: Fully aware, sir. And I enjoy every moment of my strange life.
Hunter: Except for when this strange life is taken from you.
Grimm: Trust me, Mr. Hunter. I will keep for all eternity what is left of my life.
Hunter: And why are you so sure of that?
Grimm: I have my reasons.
Hunter: Fair enough. But through your theory, when your end is finally before you, you will approach it fearfully.
Grimm: As would you.
Hunter: Not at all. Through my thoughts on fate, I would simply take the end peacefully.
Grimm: I beg to differ. I think you will approach it with tremendous pain.
Hunter: And how would you know that?
Grimm: ...I have my ways.
Hunter smirks once more and moves another piece.
Hunter: Check.
Grimm: You disagree with me? Check.
Hunter: Yes. I don't think you can predict how I will approach my own end. Check.
Grimm: Well...we shall find out in the end, shall we not? Check.
Hunter: Yes, I shall.
He looks down at the board and moves his piece. He then looks up at Grimm bravely, his trademark smirk still visible on his face.
Hunter: Checkmate.
Grimm's emotionless face suddenly erupts into a frenzy as he looks down at the board wide-eyed.
Grimm: Impossible!
Hunter: Well, I beg to differ.
Grimm: ...I have never lost.
Hunter: Never does not last.
Cross: Good show, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter turns towards Cross and chuckles as the latter applauds him. Grimm continues to look at the board in confusion as Hunter rises and approaches Cross' desk. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Mr. Truman and Mr. Waters enter, a hint of accomplishment on their faces.
Cross: Ah, there you are. So, have you found the girl?
Truman: The situation is more complicated than we originally---
Hunter: Did you find her or not?
Truman looks at Hunter coldly, his red contacts startling Hunter as they are likely meant to.
Truman: Yes, we found your woman. But the situation is---
Hunter: I don't care, we've got to get her---
Truman: STOP interrupting me.
Hunter takes a few steps back and falls into perpetual silence.
Truman: As I was saying, infiltration will be complicated. They have the place highly secured.
Waters: There could be at least twenty of them.
Cross: But how do we know if they are even armed?
Truman: These kinds of people are always armed.
Cross: I see. Well, we have no other choice. We must attack.
Waters: May I recommend that we plan it first?
Truman: I agree. Despite our power, we cannot simply launch ourselves there and kill them all. We should formulate a plan.
Cross: How long do you think it will take to make this plan?
Truman: With me, not long. Maybe a week.
Cross: That can be done. Mr. Hunter, come back next Thursday and---
Waters: Wait! It'd be easier to just take him straight to the location.
Cross: True. But is he willing to---
Hunter: Yeah, I'll come with you. I'll do anything.
Cross: Fair enough. In that case, next Thursday I want you to fly to New York City. In the airport, you will see myself and I will escort you to the car. Then we will strike.
Hunter: Wait, why New York City?
Truman: I'm afraid we can't tell you yet.
Hunter: What the hell? I came here to fucking find out where she was!
Cross: And we will tell you. Just please be patient until next Thursday. You will have the opportunity to find her and help us reclaim her then.
Hunter: But---
Truman: Do as he says.
Hunter: ...fine.
Cross: Now please leave, we must plan for this.
Hunter sighs and walks over to the chair he sat in moments ago, grabbing his trench coat and throwing it on his back. He then approaches the door and opens it. He is just about to exit when he suddenly hears a voice calling to him from behind.
Grimm: Hunter! Be warned: the next time we play, you will not be so lucky. The next time we play...I will win.
And then the door slams shut in Hunter's face, leaving him with the final image of Grimm's angered expression. Hunter thinks nothing of this initially, but Grimm's words will have more meaning to him in the near future. Instead, Hunter simply walks down the stairs and exits the building, taking a moment to breath in innocent air. And following this action...
...he simply disappears.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 15:59:39 GMT -5
Segment: "Feel This Impact" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
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 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. He 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 lone chair over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down. He grabs a mic and sits in the chair followed by taking a deep breath.
Rattlesnake: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to feel the impact..."Snake's Impact" is back after a couple of weeks. Now, as you may or may not have noticed, there's only one chair out here. This interview will be conducted via the Alphatron, which is live with my special guest.
Rattlesnake clears his throat.
Rattlesnake: Before I introduce my guest, I want you all to be on your best behavior. You wouldn't want my guest to leave just as I get to the interesting questions, would you? No...you wouldn't want that.
The fans boo, but Rattlesnake doesn't pay any attention to them.
Rattlesnake: So, that being said, it's time to introduce my guest. Ladies and Gentlemen and Snakelings alike, I give you the special guest...the "Vision of Greatness."
The fans boo again as Rattlesnake appears on the Alphatron.
Rattlesnake: Vision of Greatness, I want to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule of kicking ass and taking names and proving your absolute greatness. I, like the fans, owe you a debt of gratitude for making the ACW a better place.
Vision of Greatness: Oh such kind words from someone I can respect immensely. I've followed your show for some time now and have always wanted to be a part of it. When you approached me prior to Warfare to be on this show tonight, it was like a dream come true.
Rattlesnake: I'm glad you feel that way. I look at everyone that has been a part of "Snake's Impact" and I have to be honest, I haven't had anyone as great as you on this show before. It may be an honor for you to be on the show, but it is an honor for you to be my guest.
The Vision of Greatness nods as he signals for Rattlesnake to begin. The fans begin to boo again and the Vision of Greatness shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: Pay no attention to those assholes, they haven't gotten laid in this decade yet and there's a lot of pent up sexual frustration. It's not our fault that they are like this.
Rattlesnake and the Vision of Greatness laugh while the fans continue to boo.
Rattlesnake: Now, before we get rudely interrupted again, let's start with the questions. Do you feel that your debut here was impactful?
The Vision of Greatness thinks about this for a moment.
Vision of Greatness: You know, I have to be honest with you. My debut didn't turn out quite like I'd hoped. I was, more or less, hoping for one thing in particular...a challenge. What did I get? An insult. I wanted one of the ACW's best to step in the ring with me and in actuality, I got one of the ACW's worst. It wasn't a challenge at all, but I did make a statement when Jearus got hoisted up upon my shoulders and struck down.
Rattlesnake nods.
Rattlesnake: I see your point. When you put it that way, no one can really blame you. But let's break away from that. I want to know something about you. Why did you come here?
Vision of Greatness: An interesting question. I think it came down to the sole reason that no one here is really that great. I mean, in my illustrious career, I've done the unthinkable many times. I've done the unimaginable over and over again. I've done the impossible repeatedly. I've done stuff that isn't for the feint of heart. I've put people out of action with broken arms, severe neck injuries and injuries sustained in a planned car accidents.
Rattlesnake: My god, you are a vicious one, aren't you?
Vision of Greatness: You better believe it.
Rattlesnake: Oh, I do. Believe me I do. Another thing I've been curious about is how it feels to be going up against two ACW veterans in an Over the Top Rope Fallen Heroes warm up match. Just how does it feel?
The Vision of Greatness begins to squint his eyes in agitation.
Vision of Greatness: How does it feel? How does it feel?! Neither of these guys have ever faced me before and they are already starting to count me out. I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill, typical opponent. I'm the Vision of Greatness dammit! I've stood face to face with some of the best in the world and have been victorious on more than one occasion. For them to look at me and instantly push me off to the side isn't right at all. I may be a rookie, but I'm the most popular rookie in the ACW period. They've made a dire mistake and now they'll learn the consequences of their actions.
Rattlesnake: I understand the feeling. In fact, I know all too well. So, on a lighter note, let's talk about something that's less infuriating. If there was one thing you could do here right now, what would it be?
The Vision of Greatness looks slightly surprised, like he didn't know what question was coming.
Vision of Greatness: Well, most people would respond with taking a shot at the ACW World Champion and trying their luck to see if they can win the big one. I've done that on four seperate occasions and one of those times I went undefeated. That being said, I think I would go with something I haven't done in my career ever and that's become a Grand Slam Champion. No matter where I've gone, that's the one goal that has always eluded me. If I could accomplish anything right now, that's what I would do.
Rattlesnake: A respectable goal. I can't say I would have chosen that, but after all, you are greatness personified. You're intelligent and vicious...a force to truly be reckoned with.
Vision of Greatness: Oh stop...you're making me blush with these comments. Do go on.
Rattlesnake: Well, as much as I'd like to, and believe me when I say I definitely can, I just have one more question to ask you.
Vision of Greatness: Shoot.
Rattlesnake: Well, it's a two-part question. With Fallen Heroes coming up soon, how do you feel your chances are and what would you say to your opponents in the 30-man Battle Royale?
Vision of Greatness: You've asked some really good questions there. I think my chances are pretty good. I mean, in terms of skill, I'm near the top. In terms of talent, again near the top. In other words, everyone deep down would admit that I'm one of the favorites to win. Now as for my opponents in that match, don't get too comfortable with the thought of winning. I don't want you to build your hopes up only to have them come crashing down. Only one person can win this title shot and unfortunately for the other 29 of you, I'll be that one person standing on top. But don't worry, it's not every day that you'll get beaten by greatness. Every other day, it's just plain, simple mediocrity.
Rattlesnake laughs.
Rattlesnake: Mediocrity...I like that. It sums up a huge group of people in the ACW.
The fans boo at the comment, but Rattlesnake continues on.
Rattlesnake: And apparently the fans too. In any case, we've heard from my guest tonight, the Vision of Greatness himself. I want to thank you for being a part of my show tonight.
Vision of Greatness: Oh it's no problem. It was my pleasure.
Rattlesnake: Good luck tonight.
Vision of Greatness: Thanks. I don't need it, but thanks anyways.
The Vision of Greatness disappears from the Alphatron while Rattlesnake exits the ring. He starts to walks up the ramp while the fans boo. He decides to address them as he continues up the ramp.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can hear you, but the last time I checked, I didn't really give a rat's ass what you think. But allow me to give you some free advice...lower your standards. You may be the ugliest group of people I've ever seen, but with lowering your standards, you can finally know what it feels like to have someone by your side. Granted you'll both look like you fell from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, but that's...ok.
Rattlesnake reaches the top of the ramp as the fans boo him again. He eats it up and then walks to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:00:35 GMT -5
Segment: Uh, where are we? Oh damn it… (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene opens in a fairly busy local market. The dust from the road swirls into the air as a horse and covered cart ploughs past pedestrians, making its way to a lone stall with a roof. The horse stops and kicks its hooves against the ground. The driver yells out at the horse in a foreign language, telling it to behave one would presume. The stall is right in front of a warehouse type building. Small and generic; nothing about the stall stands out. But the fact that there is a cover over top of it, and a clearly visible cover at the back of it may make it seem a little out of the ordinary. The cover over the cart splits in two at the back, and out come the ACW Tag Team Champions, dressed in less than their usual formal attire. They hop down and land on the loose dirt road. Both men sport blank black t-shirts and blue jeans. Neither have their tag titles with them. Maybe they don’t want anybody recognising them? Well with the current ACW tour on I can understand that they don’t want to draw any attention to themselves. Fair enough.
Scott: This is it. This is the place that guy told us about.
Lex: Should we go in?
Scott: Of course, after you, Lex.
Lex walks into the door and Scott aids him through in pity of his stupidity. Once inside, the curtain door swings shut and the wooden saloon doors behind it close, leaving them both in a dimly lit ‘tent’. Across the stall is another door. This one is a lot more solid however. Scott walks cautiously over to it and knocks. He waits for a reply.
Voice: Ya? Who is dis?
Scott: This is Scott. Scott Andrews. I’m here with my friend. We want to buy some of your merchandise…
They wait a few seconds more, but finally the door is opened to show a rough looking Jamaican man, solid build, carrying a knife. Both Scott and Lex step back a little before being calmed.
Man: It’s ok. I’m not going to use this on you.
Scott and Lex are still a little shocked. They don’t know what they got themselves into when they agreed to come to this place. They look around to see an entire warehouse full of both legal and illegal weapons.
Man: Now you two want some weapons, ya?
Scott: Ah, ok...
Both men are still a little jittery about this place. And with other gruff looking Jamaican ‘henchmen’ wandering the place with Uzi’s and other semi-automatic weaponry, it’s a safe bet they’ll play along.
Man: Well then, I got just the thing for ya, mun. Come wit me.
The man motions for Scott and Lex to follow. They walk through the warehouse, past a couple of aisles, until they come to the handheld gun section. The man pulls down two Glock pistols and a couple of rounds of ammo. Scott and Lex gulp as the realisation sets in. They’re in way over their heads here.
Man: Here. These are perfect for ya, mun. That’ll be three hundred US dollars, each.
Lex: But that’s outrag---
The man pulls the gun on Lex.
Man: Three hundred - each.
Lex: Ok, ok. Here.
Lex hands him the money, as does Scott. They take their guns and walk rapidly towards the door.
Man: Pleasure doing business with you, mun.
Scott: (Under breath) Yeah, whatever.
Scott thrusts the wooden door open as the man chuckles to himself and the CBK make their way out of the warehouse. They slip the guns in their pockets as they reach the outside world. The sun is pelting down as it was prior to their unwanted purchase. A look of frustration sets upon each mans face. They didn’t get what they planned on getting, but at least they have their lives. A Glock is a far cry from an edition of Entertainment Weekly.
Scott: What a waste of money! I could have bought multiple copies of Entertainment Weekly for three hundred dollars! Agh!
Lex: Come on, let’s just get out of here.
They look around for a way to get back. Lex spots a horse and cart.
Lex: Over there. Let’s ask him.
Scott: There is no way I’m getting on one of those again, Lex. The horse smelt like dried dog crap, and the driver dropped us off at the wrong freakin’ place! What if this guy drops us off at a drug dealers place, then what, huh? We buy some of that too? No way, I’m walkin.
Scott begins the long trek back to the ACW setup. Lex is hesitant in following, but quickly gives in. They walk off down the dirt road into the horizon.
Lex: Hey, do you think they sell blow up Sea Urchins at that place?
Scott: We are not going back to --- wait, blow up Sea Urchins? Forget it, let’s keep going. We’ve got a long walk back.
They continue walking as the camera tilts upwards towards the bright blue sky. The scene fades to white. Ooh change. End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:01:50 GMT -5
Match 5: Great KUDA vs. Vladimir Rasputin
There may be no title on the line in the next match, but the fans still have high hopes for an intriguing contest as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall… Introducing first, from Irkutsk, Siberia, the Pride of the Motherland, Vladimir Rasputin!
”Hymn to the Soviet Union” swells around the arena as Vlad walks out; despite being someone raised on grand spectacles, the sight of the crowd still makes him draw breath and walk tall, waving his sickle and hammer flag proudly. He places this carefully in the timekeeper’s corner, and then enters the ring.
Philip: And his opponent, from Kyoto, Japan, the Great KUDA!
”Vampire Killer” hits, and Kudo bears his own flag no less proudly into the spotlights and down to the ring. He circles at ringside, letting the cameras capture his imposing presence, before also placing his flag safely with the timekeeper and sliding into the ring. Vlad stands, cool and collected, as KUDA circles, impatient to begin. The referee completes his checks, and we’re underway.
Bell Rings.
After an impressive return performance against Torak on Warfare, the crowd is eager to see how the rejuvenated Vladimir will compare with the redefined figure of Kuda. Kuda, as is now the norm, goes straight on to the attack, pounding Vlad with a few forearms as a lead-in to a blaze of stinging kicks. Vlad grits his teeth and toughs it out before grabbing Kuda and bringing him down to earth with a leg sweep; keeping the swift lightweight on the mat is an intelligent strategy and Vlad uses a triangle choke to ground his foe. The proud Russian cracks up the pressure, but Kuda doesn’t crack, and uses his litheness to slip free when Vlad shifts his position slightly. He rolls forward and is on his feet in a flash; Vlad reacts fast and hops back up, but Kuda is already at the ropes and he triggers a lightning-flash of cameras by leaping into his Terrorana. The two men hit the mat and Kuda attempts to roll over into his hangman’s headlock, but Vlad has studied his opponent’s preferred techniques before the match and wrenches Kuda’s legs off of him before this can be achieved. Vlad gets up, keeping a hold on one of Kuda’s ankles; Kuda doesn’t like this and thrashes, but Vlad still manages to stamp on Kuda’s knee joint a few times before he loses his grip. Angered, Kuda rolls over backward to the ropes, and launches into a flashback elbow as Vlad comes in close; Vlad is momentarily stunned, and Kuda follows up with the Roaringiri, a move that draws a pop from the fans despite Kuda’s otherwise terrible reputation. With the tide of the match turning, Kuda sticks out his tongue and taunts Vlad, slapping the top rope with his palm and demanding that his foe rise and face him again.
Vlad is clearly not impressed by Kuda’s attitude; he stands up and draws himself to full height, and takes up a defensive stance in a way that challenges Kuda to make the next move. Kuda throws himself against the ropes and goes for a running dropkick to the chest, but Vlad counters with a simple armdrag and then transitions this into an arm lock. Kuda never exactly looks happy, but he’s clearly in some pain as Vlad puts intense pressure on his upper limbs. The referee checks to see if Kuda wants to submit, but that’s a word that is barely in Kuda’s vocabulary and instead Kuda manages to get his free arm to the bottom rope. The moment that the hold is released, Kuda leaps up like a jack-in-the-box and lashes Vlad with rolling kicks. Vlad gets up and kicks back, showing that he can match the fiery Kuda in that regard, and initiates a grapple; Kuda tries to headbutt Vlad, but is held at bay as Vlad uses his longer legs to kick Kuda in the gut. Kuda responds by biting Vlad; Vlad curses and lets go, and is incensed to see that Kuda has drawn a little blood from the wound. Kuda smirks, but Vlad is now determined to pay back what he sees as blatant cheating, and even as the referee is giving Kuda a final warning, Vlad turns him around, elbows Kuda in the side of the head and then knocks his opponent down on to one knee, preparing the way for the Capitalist Crusher (shining wizard). Vlad doesn’t waste any time going for the move… but Kuda’s reflexes allow him to duck and roll out of harm’s way, and Vlad is facing away from him as Kuda reaches his feet. The Yakuza Knee comes too fast for Vlad to see it in time, and connects with savage force; Vlad is practically KOed by the strike, and the referee has counted the 1,2,3 before he is fully aware of his surroundings again.
Philip: Here is your winner… the Great KUDA!
Kuda presses his fingers to the wound on Vlad’s arm as his opponent is trying to get his bearings; the amount of blood is only tiny, but still hugely significant to Kuda as he transfers it on to his R3 flag at ringside. The fans boo Kuda as he walks to the back, but there is no denying that they have great respect for his passion and skill, just as they do for his opponent. Vlad’s eyes are heavy with anger at himself for this loss, but he is no quitter, and the crowd have seen many superstars recover from a poor first couple of matches and go on to great and sustained success. Having put on a highly credible show against challenging foes, the fans can sense that Vlad has the potential to rise right to the top in ACW, and they give him a rousing cheer as he too exits and the show fades out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:02:54 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #5 (Credit: Yoko)
October 2nd, 2005
The Satoshi household, Okinawa, Japan
It is now night time. Yoko, Sarin, and Yuki are all still in Yoko’s room, but now they’re just watching some television as they prepare for bed. Yoko is very surprisingly in a night gown instead of her school girl outfit, and Yuki is in pajamas. Sarin yawns and stretches.
Sarin: It’s been a long day, Yoko. I think I need to go to sleep. Where’s Yuki’s room?
Yoko: Go out, look to your left, and it’s the first door you see. Our rooms are side by side.
Sarin: Thanks. Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight Yuki.
Sarin leans across the bed and kisses Yoko on the cheek, then gets up to leave the room.
Yoko: Goodnight Sarin. Sleep well.
Yuki repositions herself as Sarin leaves the room and begins to fiddle with Yoko’s long, straight hair, braiding it a bit.
Yoko: I think we need to talk.
Yuki: I’m not leaving the room.
Yoko: Yuki…
Yuki: You’ll just push me aside and forget about me!
Yoko: Yuki, I would never do that!
Yuki: You did before, with Mr. Floppy!
Yoko: I…He’s here, isn’t he?
Yuki: He’s in the attic, where you told me to put him. Why?
Yoko: No reason…The thought that he’s so close just makes me uncomfortable. Listen, I’m not going to push you aside for Sarin. We just need some privacy is all. Especially at night. And you, Yuki, you’re twelve now. You’re at the age where you’re going to want privacy too. Maybe not now, but soon. Trust me.
Yuki: Big sister, what’s it like?
Yoko: What’s what like?
Yuki: When Sarin goes and licks-
Yoko: Yuki! You’re old enough to want privacy, not old enough to be curious about that!
Yuki: But that’s why you want privacy, right?
Yoko: Well, yes, but…you…privacy…
Yuki: You’re confusing me, but I think I understand…maybe. If I had a girlfriend-
Yoko: Or boyfriend.
Yuki: Or boyfriend, and we were in love, and I were your age, I wouldn’t want a little sister keeping us apart at night. I’ll move back to my room and let you and Sarin be together.
Yuki moves toward the edge of the bed. Yoko grabs her arm.
Yoko: Where are you going?
Yuki: I just said-
Yoko: Not now, silly. You’re with me tonight, little sister!
Yuki smiles and hops back into her spot on the bed. Sisters will forever be sisters.
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:03:29 GMT -5
Match 6: Fallen Heroes Over The Top Match Santiago vs. Rattlesnake vs. Senator (Opening events credit: Senator)
What is possibly the most fascinating and difficult to call contest of the night is up next; Philip wastes no time in getting down to work.
Philip: This is an “over the top” elimination match… the man who is left in the ring after his opponents have been ejected from it will be declared the winner. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida… the “Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake!
”Blind” hits, and the surge of noise that greets Snake is in his mind no more than is fitting to a man of his talents. Clearly a lover of big crowds, he strides down confidently to the ring, enters it and walks around in a proprietorial manner.
Philip: Secondly, from Syracuse, New York… he is a member of the Corporate Alliance, Santiago Rivera!
”Click Click Boom” bursts into life, and the crowd gives Santiago a rousing round of boos as he approaches the ring. Santiago laughs it off, enters, and gives Snake a glance that shows he’s not at all intimidated by him; Snake merely smirks and maintains an aloof distance.
Suddenly, the familiar tickertape shoots out from the entranceway, and Hail to the Chief plays, heralding the Senator’s entry.
Phillip: Announcing last, hailing out of Washington D.C, Senator Steve Phillips!
The Senator makes his way to the ring, wearing his red, white, and blue attire. He walks around the ring, and snatches Phillip’s microphone on the way up.
The Senator: Well, well, well, it sure has been some time since I have done one of these little talks! Fallen Heroes draws nigh. My training as of late perhaps has not been quite as rigorous as it was last year, but in turn, I have now been through a Fallen Heroes battle royal match. Last year, I went through a number of these training matches for the big one, and this year shall be no different in that regard. Last Monday, I once again made my return to active competition, facing three other men and decisively defeating them in a over the top challenge. I see two worthy opponents standing here, Rattlesnake, a man with a large amount of talent, and an even larger ego. Sir, you will go somewhere here in ACW, but you first have to get through me. Santiago Rivera…what else must I say about the Iron Man of ACW? Or, if you will, the Benedict Arnold of the Senatorial Stable! Santiago, I have no use for dead weight and cowards in the Stable! I dropped the Capitalists from the unit because they were hindering our overall goal, and you, Santiago, while you left on your own accord, you did me a favor. The Stable is the longest reigning unit in ACW history, it is the strongest unit in ACW history, having held nearly every single title at one point, and it will remain in the future the only unit with the intelligence and the guts to survive. We will not corrode from the inside, and we will not allow outside threats to overcome us! Santiago, you did me a favor in leaving! I do not deny your talent, nor do I harbor ill will towards you, but you were having too many problems within the Stable, and the answers you gave for leaving make me question your heart. So then, if you wish to achieve victory in this match, you have a little problem, much like Rattlesnake, you must go through me, but unlike him, I have a specific reason to deny you your win here.
The Senator stretches for a moment, before speaking again.
Senator: Oh yes, I have one specific reason to keep you from winning. A win for you will appear to be a validation of your choice, and while I do not mind you succeeding in your career, it will not be at the expense of the Senatorial Stable, and that, my former associate, is nothing…but the truth.
The crowd pops, and the referee reminds the competitors of the rules, and then gives the all clear for the match to start.
Bell Rings.
The throngs gathered in the park are eager to see how this match plays out; all three men have in their own ways fearsome reputations, and there are no obvious alliances here. Santiago, however, has something of an agenda and goes straight for Senator, wanting to show that he’s more than a match for his former stablemate. He attacks with a string of powerful chops which the Senator pays back immediately with interest; he knocks Santiago on to one knee, but is then blindsided with a clothesline from Rattlesnake, whose only concern in this match is winning it. The fans boo as Snake drags Phillips to the ropes and attempts to muscle him over the top, but the Senator is not exactly thrilled at such a prospect and battles back so that he and Snake end up swapping blows at the ropes. Santiago comes forward and kicks Senator in the ribs, making him stagger, but Senator quickly grabs Santiago’s arm and whips him into Rattlesnake, who “welcomes” him with one of his famed jabbing combos. The lariat which tops this off sends Santiago pitching backward; Snake smirks, but Santiago holds on, and instead gets his feet on the apron. Re-entering the ring, however, is easier said than done as Snake keeps up his rapid fire punches, and the Senator is not too noble to press the advantage and assist in a double teaming effort. Much to his credit, Santiago withstands this attack, distracts Snake with a kick to the knee and then delivers a jarring neckbreaker variant against the top rope on to Senator. He rolls back beneath the ropes and puts some distance between himself and his two opponents, and as they get back on to their feet he charges forward, ambitiously aiming to eliminate both men simultaneously. Unfortunately for him, Snake and Senator both have the same idea of how to counter this; they momentarily combine forces to lift Santiago into a back bodydrop that sends him well clear of the ropes, and the fans cheer loudly as he lands on the outside mats.
Philip: Santiago Rivera has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:03:59 GMT -5
Santiago pounds the mat in frustration as he gets back on his feet; in the ring, though, there’s no time for reflection as Senator and Snake are already moving back toward the centre of the ring, trading blows. There seems to be a kind of concealed respect between the pair, not surprising when their respective records are considered; Snake has a slight power advantage in a head to head fight, but the Senator’s blows are precisely timed and placed so that he wastes very little energy. The fans haven’t sat down after Santiago’s elimination; they remain on their feet, riveted as Snake makes a small error that allows the Senator to get behind him and produce his crowd-thrilling Senatorial Series. As confident as he is, Snake can’t conceal the fact that he’s being worn down, but he rallies and comes back with his own Poisonous Venom (rolling german suplex series). Instead of pinning, Snake uses this as a way of bringing the fight back to the edge of the ring, and as he and the Senator rise he uses a shoulder tackle to force Senator back into one of the ring corners. The fans boo as Snake breaks out another burst of jabs, doing his best to soften his foe up; Senator’s slight flinches show that he’s feeling this, but he returns fire with a few more fast chops that the fans love.
The Senator has built up plenty of experience in this type of match during his career, and seems to have everything under control as he whips Snake to the ropes and then hits him with a couple of swift middle kicks on his return. Snake staggers back, and the Senator’s smoothness of movement and lack of hesitation demonstrate his confidence as he closes in on his opponent. Snake is as cunning and slippery as his namesake, however, and he twists around with a sharp elbow to the throat that halts the Senator in his tracks. Quickly, Snake attempts to lift and throw Senator over the top; Senator just manages to get an ankle hooked around Snake’s knee, and Snake ends up toppling the pair of them, sending them crashing to the mat. The sound of the massive outdoor crowd is quite unique, and spurs both men on to even greater efforts; Senator puts on a burst of energy and strikes with a rib kick at a speed that is impressive even for him. The fans go mental as Senator “busts out” the Filibuster; Snake looks to be badly dazed as Senator rolls back on to his feet and then gets his foe on his shoulders. The fans cheer as Senator takes a step back, preparing to hurl his foe out at a high angle… but this snake is only “playing dead”, and he suddenly revives and slips off of Senator’s shoulders, landing behind him. Senator turns around at once, but Snake has already ducked and he rises up to lift Senator up on to his shoulders. In a manner reminiscent of Brock Lesnar and Matt Hardy, Snake uses a F5 style throw to send the Senator out over the top, and the rotation makes it impossible for Senator to grasp the ropes on the way down. There is a cry of dismay from the fans as Senator takes a rather rough landing, and the bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake!
The fans are surprised at the outcome of the match; Snake, of course, struts around as if the whole thing were never in doubt. On the outside, Senator picks himself up; he’s disappointed with the result, but also realizes that he’s learnt a valuable lesson here. He won’t fall for that particular trick next time, and such a slim advantage can sometimes be the only difference between success and failure on the grand stage…
The fans still cheer with affection and respect as Senator heads to the back, and Snake continues to celebrate his win as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:04:40 GMT -5
Segment: Before Match Talk (Credit: BK/Latino)
As we fade in from black from the last segment we open up in the corridor of the Kingston Independence Park Stadium. The crowd immediately starts cheering entering the segment when fan favorite Victor "Latino" Laureano shows up on the screen. He is completing his cycle of dips, working out his chest, possibly for his match against BK London tonight and to stay in shape for the bigger goal to win Fallen Heroes. He finishes up and now begin stretching before being freaked out by a sound.
??: Well lookie what we got here....
Latino's head abruptly turns over both of his shoulders, looking for the culprit behind this.
Latino: Quien es? Who is that? Was that you Tony?
?? : Hehe, not likely man.
Out the shadows of the corridor walks out his arch-nemesis in ACW, his former tag team partner, BK London. He has that trademark heelish smirk that is usually shown on his face in times of confidence as he walks out and Latino turns to him the same time BK stops.
BK: After all these years we've known each other Latino, I'd think you'd recognize my voice.
Latino: What you need now London? You’re already gonna get your ass kicked for the millionth time tonight!
BK: You were always such a sarcastic person weren't you? But no, I just wanted to meet up with you before our little match in about 10 minutes. Just wanting to talk...
Latino: Well....get to it.
BK: Well it's more about your wife, the ACW Champion, Alicia. She doesn't like me very much does she?
Latino: Hehe, now what would give you that idea?
BK: I'll take that as a yes, it seems you do know your wife.
Latino:...where is this going?
BK: Do you know what makes her tick Latino? Do you know her past? Do you know her fears? Do you know about the troubled times of her life?
Latino: What the hell are you talking about?
BK: Victor, as a former partner of yours, as an....acquaintance of some sort, I feel you have a right to be warned that your little pudgy wife won't be the same when I am done with here.
Latino: Aye dios mios. What ARE you talking about?
BK: Until I get one, the punishment will go on as planned and eventually I will send her to the breaking point in which it will only be child's play to finally get what's mine.
BK smirks but Latino doesn't look too happy with these threats towards his wife. He retaliates the only way a man knows how. Latino delivers a hard and loud slap that would even put Cena's slap to shame. BK's face almost dives towards the ground with this but luckily he maintains his balance.
Latino: Try to break me tonight....in the ring.
Latino walks off towards the stage and BK rises back up with a grimacing look on his face.
BK: Oh, he's going to pay for that.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:05:17 GMT -5
Segment: What’s a Rinko? (Credit: Yoko)
As the camera fades in, Yoko and Sarin are in some backstage area of the Kingston Independence Park arena, presumably near one or the other’s temporary locker room. Sarin is practicing her Rin Kick while Yoko watches. They are awaiting their tag team match.
Yoko: You’re really good at spinning.
Sarin: Thanks.
Yoko: Have you thought of tag team finisher yet? We need one in the battle plan, just in case.
Sarin: Well…sort of.
Yoko: Let me hear it.
Sarin: Remember how we knocked out Mercer Stanton? With that double Rin Kick to the front and back of his head at the same time? I thought it might work.
Yoko: …I think you’re on to something. What do we call it?
Sarin: A double Rin Kick?
Yoko: Maybe I’m not doing a Rin Kick, maybe I’m doing a Yoko Kick!
Sarin: PLAGIERIST!
They both laugh.
Sarin: Maybe a…Rin..ko? Rinko Kick?
Yoko: I like it! Danny and Jonny, beware Flower Power’s deadly Rinko Kick!
Yoko joins Sarin in the kick practicing.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2006 16:06:40 GMT -5
Segment: Flying Solo
The shot switches to the backstage area directly behind the curtain. Latino is there, ready to go out for his match, and AK and RDK are with him.
AK: You can beat BK, Victor, I know it. Just be careful while you’re doing it, ok?
RDK: And don’t worry, Brudah, we’ve got your back if anything shitty goes down! Oooooh Yeah!
Latino smiles, and puts a hand on each of their shoulders.
Latino: I appreciate that… but listen, I don’t think either of you should be getting involved in this.
AK: What? But we-
Latino: Mami, that pendejo London will take any chance he can get to hurt you. We managed to beat them at their own game with RDK’s match, but do you think they won’t be ready this time? No, I want you both to stay clear, whatever happens. I’ll be ok.
RDK and AK both look uncomfortable with this, but they know that what Latino is saying has an element of truth to it. AK and Latino embrace.
AK:…All right, honey, if you’re sure that’s what you want.
She and RDK start to walk away to let Latino finish his preparations; AK, however, pauses and looks back over her shoulder.
AK: Just you tell that arsehole BK, I’ll be keeping a watch on him and all his little cronies until the PPV, and I’m going to repay him for every underhand act, every illegal blow, and every referee bump he engineers. I give excellent rates of interest…
Latino laughs a little, and rolls his head, readying himself for the match to come, as the scene fades out.
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