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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:09:13 GMT -5
Onto the Search! (Credit: Latino)
Latino continues walking down the hallway as he’s looking left and right. He keeps thinking about the clippings pasted on his locker-room wall. The various ACW staff walk past him as they themselves are on their own mission to keep the show running smoothly. Latino jumps to the side as two staff members rush past him. They both seem to be in an emergency but Latino doesn’t pay it any mind as he turns the corner and then stops as something catches his eyes. He looks up on the wall and sees the Fallen Heroes poster taped up on the wall but his photo is X’ed out and underneath is the writings “Can’t do it.”
Latino: Oh that’s fucking great. Nice to see Dominicana loves me too.
Latino doesn’t feel like dealing with another piece of paper as he continues walking down the hallway looking inside various doorways. He then stops at a door that is locked and tries to turn the doorknob repeatedly. Latino takes a few steps back and starts kicking the door. Suddenly, he hears a few voices that are yelling at him in what seems to be Spanish.
Kid: Mira es el Diablo de Puerto Rico!
Kid 2: Mira! Mira! El Diablo!
Latino: Diablo? What the hell is wrong with you people?
Suddenly a large amount of amount Dominican children appear and they all start yelling out “DIABLO!” Latino starts running down the hallway as he all the kids start chasing him.
Latino: You damn Dominicans!
Latino turns a corner as the kids follow along. Some start throwing random bits of trash as the scene fades to black.
* Fade to Black *
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Segment: Limited Protection (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene opens in the dimly lit underground hotel car park where we see Scott Andrews and Lex De LaRocha walking cautiously along the gravel floor dressed in casual clothing. It is not an elegant car park, and very few cars sit within the allocated location. The only things in the lot are a few cars, Scott, and Lex. Well that’s what they think. A crunch of gravel startles, Lex.
Lex: What was that?!
Scott: I don’t know…There it is again!
A second crunch is heard. Both men go back to back, fists raised in a fight ready position.
Lex: WE KNOW IT’S YOU, ANGELUS! COME OUT AND SHOW YOURSELF!
A towering shadow slowly falls over the Scott and Lex. The eyes of both men bulge in disbelief as Angelus emerges from behind a plain grey, brick wall. His clothing is dark and sinister, giving even more of a morbid ambience to the situation. But as the camera tilts up, we see the mask. Such a frightening vision. The rips and stitches connecting mouth to forehead. The ugly, uneven surface. But those eyes; piercing and malicious. This is no man, but more, a monster. He walks slow and precise, keeping his movements to a minimum. Scott and Lex back up a little, but know they have to stand their ground. They stand side by side as Angelus approaches. He stops. Both Scott and Lex still keep their guards up, until Angelus converses in a low, slow manner.
Angelus: Why are you two seeking to rid this federation of me? Do you not know your consequences will be even more severe than our previous encounter? I held back to see you suffer. I held back because I didn’t want the fun to end that night. You two have a right to be scared, it’s only natural when dealing with such a being as myself. But you must come to realise that your punishment is not over. Physical or emotional pain, it doesn’t matter. I know you’d hate to lose those tag team championships, wouldn’t you?
Scott and Lex look at each other and slowly nod. Angelus smirks through the gap in his mask. He knows how to push buttons and toy with people.
Angelus: And I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to happen to your prized physiques now would you? You know, say, a severe injury?
Scott and Lex put the guards back up again. Angelus steps forward. Lex reaches inside his back pocket, and to Scott’s surprise, pulls out the Glock pistol they were ‘persuaded’ into buying. He points it at a frozen Angelus. Suddenly, from behind the Cold Blooded Killers, a beam of light bounces around the corner. An engine is heard, and before anything can be done between the heated individuals, a car pulls up beside them. Lex puts the gun down.
The door opens to reveal a rather unsettled and fuming Gingerdude. He looks Lex in the eye.
Gingerdude: What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?! Pointing a GUN at a fellow ACW EMPLOYEE?! Are you mad?
Lex: He was threatening us. It was a reacti---
Gingerdude: I don’t care what he was doing. You have no right to aim a weapon at him. As for you, Angelus…
As Gingerdude looks up at Angelus’ face, his voice becomes a little quieter.
Gingerdude: …You are banned from contact with both Scott and Lex until a match is booked between the three of you. That means no threats, both physical and verbal. If you break these conditions your match will be booked to punish you. I will personally come up with a match type that will aim to break you down and tear you apart. You have been warned. As for you two, your punishment is a tag title defense against the team of Sarin Rossi and the infamous Yoko Satoshi. Now get out of each others sights before I suspend all of you. Go on.
Ginger whispers to himself as he climbs back in the car.
Gingerdude: Bloody hell…Anymore of this crap and I’ll lose it…
Scott and Lex don’t seem too pleased with the ruling, but turn and begin walking as the car drives away. They turn back to reassure themselves, and Angelus is no where in sight. Both men gulp…and run. Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:10:17 GMT -5
Segment: Surmountable differences (Credit: WeDrag, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Welsh Dragon Dan White is seen walking down one of the many hallways in the ACW Arena. He seems to be in a bit of a hurry, but comes to a quick stop as he rounds a corner. As the camera pans around, the reason for the halt is seen to be none other than Senator Steve Phillips. The respective leaders of the Untouchables and the Senatorial Stable have a brief stare down before anyone speaks.
Welsh Dragon: Hey mate, do you want to get out of my way?
The Senator: Sure…but just for a moment, I think that we could benefit from a quick conversation.
WeDrag: I doubt it, and…
Senator: No, really, we both appear to be in similar situations right now. Each of us have had a member of our units defect to that dreadful Corporate Alliance.
WeDrag: And I couldn’t care less…I have BK tonight. I'll beat him, and show that the Welsh-
Senator: -We both know that the Alliance is extremely strong right now. I know that the Stable and the Untouchables…
WeDrag: Who were the best stable of the year, last year.
Senator: Anyway, while I have taken actions to solidify the Stable’s roster, I can not help but notice that you have not done the same.
WeDrag: Maybe I didn’t need to, you have a point here?
Senator: Yes, my point is that while we certainly have our problems, we would be better off at Fallen Heroes if we would not go all out against each other. We first eliminate the Corporate Alliance, and then, and only then, we settle our own problems.
WeDrag: Why should I trust you?
Senator: You should not completely trust me here, but I think that it would benefit both of us to at least have an understanding here. We do not have to get along, agree on anything, or have any semblance of a coalition following Fallen Heroes, but if either of us wishes to prevent the Corporate Alliance from dominating, using our former members, I think that it is in our best interest, and that, Mr. White, is nothing…
WeDrag: Yeah, yeah, I’ll think it over, I suppose…And that, Senator, is a right...
Senator: Touch? I thought so. Do get back to me as soon as possible, and I know that you know where to find me...and that is the truth.
The two men go their opposite ways, leaving a question open for Fallen Heroes, will there be an association between the Untouchables and the Senatorial Stable…and who could possibly stop such a pairing…if it doesn’t combust first.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:11:09 GMT -5
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate – Charles Baudelaire
Effort requires not only the strength of body, but the strength of mind.
Any activity that does not require effort does not deserve praise. One who exhibits effort, whether the outcome is remarkable or not, should be commended for using sheer will-power to attempt to achieve their desire. Only a lazy mind shuns effort and is dismissive to determination.
To try and fail is far more honorable than to surrender.
Torak has been determined this past month, not to let his wrath get the better of him; not allowing it to manipulate him. A mental battle has been raging between two sides: Torak’s Malevolence and self-control.
Malice and rage have unfortunately collaborated to dominate the conflict; pride, self-esteem, desire, passion and love have all but fallen. However the re-enforcements of Effort and Determination are on their way.
Torak sits in the usual location of a dark, dank and creepily bare room. It’s some wonder how he manages to discover one in the Dominican Republic that so closely resembles his usual haunt. It doesn’t escape your assumption that it’s possible he might not even be present in the Dominican Republic with the rest of the ACW roster, but this could be transmitting from the regular ACW building. It seems Torak has made it his residency since his return. Maybe because he prefers to be so close to the pain and chaos that he plays a hand in now and again.
This month, however, he hasn’t caused much pain or suffering at all. He’s cutting down.
But alas, much like anybody cutting down on any particular addictions or past-times there is side effects. For one, Torak has suffered a distinct lack of sleep as of late, finding it hard to drift off and when he does it’s not long before he’s awoken by the urge to destroy something.
In the rare sessions of sleep he has been getting he has experienced extremely odd dreams.
When he is awake not everything is logging in to his recall. For instance, he can’t even remember what he did Monday. For some reason he can’t remember if there was a Warfare broadcast on Monday and further more, if he was involved. How can an entire day slip past un-noticed?
Even now at this moment he’s not exactly sentient to all going around him. He seems to be a hypnotic daze; his eyes glazed over like someone who has abused copious amounts of drugs and a drool of saliva hanging from his bottom lip.
He is almost motionless; the only movement visible appears to be his right arm as the skin shakes and the muscles twitch constantly.
At the end of the appendage, in his right hand he holds two large silver balls: Chinese Worry Balls…or Baoding balls. These balls are commonly used as a workout for the forearm but can also be used to relieve stress.
He rotates the chrome balls, circling them around each other on his palm, moving his fingers like a spider’s legs. His arm is tense and the veins are thick and protruding, indicating his lack of sleep.
The balls grind against each other as Torak rolls them determined to halt the anger from building up. It’s rising fast, however, and causes great strain on the beast’s face; cringing and grimacing with every effort, every bombardment of wrathful shell launched by his seemingly undefeatable malevolence.
His eyes clamp shut and the balls make a horrible, blood curdling screech as they grind against each other. The sound seems to affect Torak too as his eyes close, attempting to shut it out somehow. The screeching increases in volume to an unbearable point.
The shrill sound jerks him discourteously from reality…again. This time though, it’s for real. He opens his eyes and he is no longer in the room. He is somewhere else, somewhere unfamiliar and a place that does not feel at all like reality.
Torak : What’s this? Another Bizarro…
Barely with the words out of his mouth he stops, shocked at the sound of his own voice. While it is a logical assumption, it is not completely certain that the words escaped from his mouth. He has no face. No facial features. No mask to hide his identity. There is a void where his face should be. It’s all getting a little weird for his liking. He tries to turn around, but the certain lack of surroundings makes it impossible to actually change direction. There is nothing. No color. Not even black.
Suddenly a figure appears. It is not human, nor is it animal. It is non-descript. It can’t be described at all…Torak just knows it simply is there.
Torak : Wha…? Who…? Wher…?
”Welcome Jack. I have been expecting you.”
Torak tries to issue a response, but IT already seems to know what he is going to say.
”I am your sanity. I am very weak. The war has been long and arduous and I had almost given up hope of surviving. That was until, of course, the epiphany you experienced recently. My last call for help. I am to blame and/or thank for your recent ordeals and this may be the last time we will ever be in the same company I am afraid. That is unless you can help.”
Torak thinks: What? What can I do?
”We need you to regain focus. Retain your vision and logic so that I may become stronger.”
His self-esteem appears…but not visually. Torak merely knows it is there.
Self-Esteem: You can do it Jack!
More voices…that aren’t actually voices pipe up:
Pride: You are better than this! Passion: You can become greatness.
The motivation is interrupted by the sinister aspects of himself.
Hatred: Don’t listen to them. Let us become you, it’s what you enjoy! Self Loathing: You don’t deserve sanity anyway. Let us become you so that you can harm yourself! Fury: JACK! Let us become you so that you can harm others!
Mental bickering erupts in his presences. It’s hard to endure and certainly does no favours for his dying sanity.
As his emotions, feelings and inner-thoughts all join the cluster of debate Torak decides enough is enough. A harsh and thunderous roar brings an abrupt end to it all.
The piercing sound jerks him discourteously back to reality. The hallucination cut short by Torak’s sanity making one last gasp attempt at survival. No-one apart from Torak would have witnessed any of this, however, but it’s more interesting to describe than Torak merely sitting there, convulsing and twitching as if on a drug trip.
Sweat literally pours from his face, which is now there to see and feel, and a white foam drips from underneath his mask, presumably emitting from his mouth during the episode. More alarmingly though, is the sight in his right hand. The once large chrome balls he was grinding are now at most half the size they were!
Torak, stunned, releases the grip on the balls and wipes the white substance from his chin. Clearly not grasping any concept of sexual innuendo or double entendre. A sanity does seem to be present in his eyes and the tenseness visible in his body seems to have disappeared. The veins in his arms no longer protrude and he seems so much calmer than he was at the beginning of the segment.
He looks around to room, perplexity displayed by his eyes, as if he is in an unfamiliar location before turning to the door and gripping the handle, gently turning it and exiting the room. For once though, you have no worries of him making his presence felt somehow. You feel that there is a new side to Torak. His rage finally subdued by his determination.
OOC: Credit for Torak obviously
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:12:30 GMT -5
Segment: Old Times and Old Timers (Credit: Senator)
As the scene opens, the Senator is seen standing in Dwight’s Gym, wearing his suit, and speaking to Mr. Dwight. Over to the side, X-Treme Kid is icing his neck and back.
The Senator: Yeah, I think that the Victory Lock IV has potential…
Dwight: I agree, easy and fast in application, but do you really want to use it yet?
Senator: Nah, I believe I shall save it for a big match situation. It’s not been honed long enough to be effective against RDK. You know, XTK might be an obnoxious yardtard, but he sure does make for a good training dummy, he sure is not afraid to take any moves.
Dwight: But he sure does complain after he takes them…Kid! Get your butt back in the weight room!
XTK: Aww, man…you two can just suck it!
The Kid hits a crotch chop, and hobbles off to the weight room, where Dean Bardo is putting a number of trainees through the wringer.
Senator: Well, then, Fallen Heroes looms closer and closer…and I just have not had the time to focus on training like last time.
Dwight: You know, though, the training you went through last year only served to burn you out, and you didn’t win, either.
Senator: I know, I know that the prior experience could serve me well, this time around, now that I have been in such a battle royal. In all honesty, though, I just am not completely sure if I have what it takes anymore to compete at this level. Dr. Malthus may be a pessimist, but he also knows his stuff. I sure am not getting any younger here... As far as I am concerned, this is my one last chance to get a real shot at the big title, before it would just be a jobber's effort.
Dwight: Thought you didn’t give a whit about titles, eh?
Senator: Timothy, you know that titles are not my focus, but at the same time, I will not complain if I get to seal my career off with a title match. After all, it is not so much that I need the title to gain prestige and accolades, it is more so that the title needs me to gain credibility and historical legitimacy!
Dwight: Tsk, what an ego…
Senator: Heck, I am a pro wrestler and a politician, what would you expect?
Dwight: True, true, but seriously though, you’re just like Terry Funk…always announcing retirement and then realizing that you still have something left to do…
Senator: No arguments here. But really, if I could possibly win Fallen Heroes and go to the main event of Omega Effect, that would cap my career off perfectly. To have the opportunity to compete in the main event at our largest show of the year…oh, I know that I would have to bring a supreme effort, and one that the fans would remember for years or even decades to come. I know that I probably have found more ways to lose title matches than anyone else in the company. I know that I have a habit of choking in big matches. But even if that would be the same situation here, I would be failing brilliantly, in a match that people would certainly remember.
Dwight: Of course, you have to get through some stiff competition to get even to that point.
Senator: And of course, I realize that. My percentage chances of winning the battle royal are not exactly optimal. If I am to do this, I will have to beat the odds. There are so many little variables that could and probably will play against me here…
Dwight: But then again, they also play against your fellow competitors, too. I do hate that aspect of big rumble matches; too much is left up to chance and happenstance.
Senator: Indeed.
Dwight: But of course, those who come truly prepared have fewer surprises to deal with…
Senator: True again.
Dwight: And if you wish to have fewer surprises, you do have to prepare yourself, for once, if you can, skip the political stuff, or at least relocate the politics from the Arena for the next week, and I’ll put you through one heck of a workout. This time, you’re not going to burn out, if I have any say in matters, but I do think you need to do something remarkable.
Senator: I shall give that proposition some serious consideration. And with that, I have that aforementioned match with RDK to get ready for…
Dwight: Oh, yeah, about lost track of time there…Mr. Bardo! Get them ready for the ring! I’ll see you around, Steve, and I hope you do take me up on my offer.
Senator: Thank you, as always, and I shall leave you to your duties…
The Senator dashes off to his office, ostensibly at least to change into his wrestling attire. Will he be able to prepare enough for Fallen Heroes to emerge victorious? Only one way to find out…
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:14:30 GMT -5
Match 5: Latino vs Vladimir Rasputin (Credit: Pre Match Events & Match: Latino/ Post Match: Vladimir)
The cameras open up to the Coliseo de Boxeo as all the fans are standing up holding a variety of signs and merchandise. The wave of fans almost look like a multi-colored sea of signs as it is clearly a packed house. Suddenly two words are heard.
OOOoOoOoOoOoOooOo LATINO!
”Oye” by Pitbull starts to blast through the speakers as the fans immediately start giving out a large…..boo? It seems they can’t take the look of a Puerto Rican visiting their island as they boo madly and the cameras zoom in on the entranceway. A figure slowly walks through the curtains and out comes….Uncle Tony? He has a big smile on his face as he holds out his arms and looks around the arena. It looks as if he is encouraging the fans to continue and increase in their boos as he walks down to the ring. He stops at the steps and just continues to look around with that signature Laureano smile. He walks up the steps and enters the ring with ease. He yells at the Referee, demanding a microphone. The Referee calls for one and as he grabs one, he hands it over to the Tony. The older Hispanic takes a firm grasp of the microphone and holds it up to his mouth for a brief second as he listens to the chats.
LATINO SUCKS! LATINO SUCKS! LATINO SUCKS!
Tony: Haha, yes that’s true. He really does doesn’t he? All night I’ve been enjoying as young Victor has been on “search” for me. Had I known four pictures would have gotten him so riled up….I WOULD’VE DONE IT A LONG TIME AGO!.
Tony waits as the fans give out another range of cheers at the sound of Latino bashing. He then continues to talk after a few seconds pass on by.
Tony: It is good to know that the Dominican Republics feels the same as me. I mean let me just explain to you why I have been so against my young nephew to even consider any sort of success.
You see he is a fuck up! It runs in the family….well not with everyone. I mean look at me and then look at…him. I wear these great and expensive suits. I make countless amount of money every day. What does he do? Nothing. He hasn’t had any success in this company and he married some woman beneath him. He could have had a luscious Latina but no that’s not what he went for. He is fuck up and he will never be anything more than that.
Oh yea maybe he will last long in that rumble but he’ll fail just like last year. Then what will he do? Nothing for another year in hopes that maybe next year will be his year.
The fans once again cheer at the sound of the Latino bashing. Tony’s smile gets even broader if that can be believed. He then continues to talk as he can’t wait to fully make his point.
Tony: He can’t ev-
Tony is cut off as Latino suddenly runs through the curtains and charges down the entranceway. Tony backs up as he didn’t expect this to occur and Latino doesn’t waste any time as he slides under the ropes and springs back onto his feet. He pulls off his shirt and throws it aside as Tony now stands with a form of confidence.
Tony: What? You would hit me? I’m your uncle! I’m family! You can’t do an-
Tony is cut off again by a strong right punch to his Uncle’s jaw. Tony falls back a few steps and Latino takes a few steps back as he measures the distance. He then jumps forward and grabs Tony by the head. Both men come down as Latino pulls off the Switchblade Cut. He springs back up on his feet and looks down at Tony as he rolls away, underneath the ropes. The fan all around Latino continue boo incredibly loud and “LATINO SUCKS!” chants start to break out once again. Tony walks away holding his mouth that is now throbbing in pain. He looks back at Latino with a smile as he hears all the audience members booing his nephew. He’s taken aback by the harsh reaction. A smirk then creeps over his face as he reaches down and grabs the microphone.
Latino: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! What is this my Canada or something? Well you know you’ll all have to just enjoy having this Rican in front of you for this next match! Ring the damn bell and get Vlad out here Phil.
Phillip: Ahem….Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from New Yo-
Latino interrupts Phil as he whispers in his ear. Phillip looks back and Latino gives him a hearty nod.
Phillip: Excuse me. Introducing first from…..SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO……weighing in at 240 lbs….and standing at 5’9…..Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Latino pulls off his jeans, revealing his wrestling tights underneath, with a smirk on his face as the fans boo relentlessly. Latino climbs the turnbuckle and spreads both arms as he almost taunts the fans to give him more boos. He jumps down as his opponent is announced.
Phillip: And his opponent from Irkutsk, Siberia…..weighing in at 215 lbs…..at a ehight of 5’10……Vladimir Rasputin!
The lights this time do not turn to an eerie red color due to the outside arena. The Hymn to the Soviet Union blares throughout the arena. Vlad walks out waving the old flag of the Motherland. He plants the flag into a ring post as he makes his way up the steps and into the ring. He looks over at Latino and gives him a smirk. The fans are surprisingly giving him a cheer, probably in spite of Latino.
* The Bell Rings *
The two lock up in the middle of the ring as Latino tries to gain some leverage. Vladimir gains control and pushes Latino back. He then charges forward with a shoulder block knocking Latino back another couple steps. Vlad then throws a strong right hand, but Latino leans back and throws a strong right of his own. The two go back and forth with these battle of the punches and Vladimir finally throws a solid punch right in Latino’s jaw. He falls against the ropes and even uses one arm to wrap his arm along the rope in order to keep his balance. Vladimir then kicks Latino in the stomach and tries for a DDT but Latino keeps a firm hold on the ropes. He kicks Vladimir in the stomach and then leaps at him with a lariat. Vlad ducks the advance and then spins Latino around. He punches him in the gut and then grabs him by the head. He jumps up and then slams Latino’s face into the mat with a harsh DDT. Latino slumps over and Vladimir locks on a Fujiwara Armbar. He applies a good amount of pressure as Latino starts yelling out in pain. He reaches for the ropes and briefly grabs it for the tiniest of seconds. Vladimir pulls him away quickly before the Referee can force him to break the submission. Latino screams again in pain as Vladimir keeps applying more and more pressure. He pushes Latino into the ring mat as he jerks his arm and the fans cannot help but cheer Vladimir on. Latino tries to push against the mat as he works to break free but Vladimir has the move locked on tight. Vladimir starts yelling at Latino to submit but Latino screams back a loud “NO!” The two continue on with this battle of words for a few more minutes until Vladimir releases the hold. He pushes Latino viciously to the side and stands up as he plans his next move. Latino rolls around on the mat holding his arm in pain. Vladimir grabs the ropes and then jumps up as he swings back down on Latino with both front feet, pushing Latino underneath the ropes and flying on the outside of the ring.
Latino slams into the outside mats with an impactful THUD. Latino crawls across the mats as he tries to get back up on his feet. Vladimir steps between the ropes and stands on the apron. He looks down at Latino and then runs off of it with a big axe handle smash. Latino dodges out of the way, leaning against the barrier. He then lifts his right leg up and nails Vladimir across the face. Latino is about to charge at Vladimir but a nearby fan pours a drink on top of Latino’s face. He jerks his head back and without hesitation nails him across the face with a punch. He then turns around as Vladimir comes at him with a modified Cold Snap. Latino ducks it and that same fan gets nailed once again as he gets back up. Security finally comes through and pulls fans away from the action as the camera shoots back and shows Latino driving Vladimir’s back into the ring apron. Latino then rolls Vladimir back inside the ring and follows as he hears the Referee yell out Four. Latino then drags himself back on his feet and starts to climb the turnbuckle nearest Vladimir. As he’s on top, Latino keeps his balance and then jumps off with a very high angle Moonsault. Vladimir rolls out of the way at the last second leaving Latino to slam into the ring mat. He flips over on his back as the pain travels through his body and Vladimir looks on with a smirk on his face. He pulls on the ropes as he works himself back on his feet. Vladimir bends over and pulls Latino onto his feet. He elbows Latino in the face and then goes for Siberian Express. Latino backbody drops Vladimir onto the mat and the stumbles forward. He then turns around as Vladimir gets back on his feet. Latino runs forward and goes for another Lariat but Vladimir ducks the attack. Latino continues running and jumps up towards the top turnbuckle. He looks back quickly and then just as he’s about to turn around Vladimir throws a punch across his back. He climbs up top and tries for backbody Suplex but Latino is fighting to stay on top. Latino then elbow jabs Vladimir once….twice….and then finally a third time as Vladimir falls backwards onto his feet back in the ring. He looks up and Latino comes at him with the Last Night Hangover nailing perfectly across Vladimir’s face. He then hooks the leg for the cover and the Referee slides onto the mat for the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner…..Latino!
Vlad rises from the mat and he does not look happy. He's seething in fact, and he looks like he's about to explode at someone. The piling up of losses has finally gotten to him, and he's breaking down. He drops to his knees and slams the mat hard with both his fists. He gets back up and screams at the top of his lungs, while he runs to the back.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:15:23 GMT -5
Segment: Nerves (Credit: Yoko)
As the segment opens, Yoko Satoshi is heading for Sarin’s locker room as their match is about to start. Sarin is surprised as she enters.
Sarin: Don’t you knock?! I could have been getting dressed!
Yoko: Could have…but wasn’t. Unfortunately.
Sarin grins at her as she shakes her head.
Sarin: The match is soon, I’m guessing?
Yoko: Yes.
Sarin: You seem nervous.
Yoko: I’ve just never had two tag team wins in a row.
Sarin: We’re going to change that.
Yoko: I could mess it up.
Sarin: The 174 day world title record holder, mess up a match? Surely you’re joking.
Yoko: It’s new territory. Kind of scary.
Sarin laughs.
Sarin: I’m sorry I laughed, I’ve just never seen you like this! Summon some of that Yokoberg confidence. It’s just Tornado and Red. You’re not going to mess up, and I’m certainly not going to mess up. Even if we did, we’d still win somehow.
Yoko: You’re right, as always. We’re not going to lose. How about a kiss for luck though?
Sarin walks over to Yoko and kisses her on the cheek.
Yoko: …I meant tongue luck.
Sarin: You don’t need tongue luck for this match.
Sarin kisses her on the lips.
Sarin: But there’s a kiss anyway. Now, let’s go!
She grabs Yoko by the hand and pulls her out the door as they head for the ring.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:17:46 GMT -5
Match 6: Code Red vs Flower Power (Credit: AK)
It’s time for some good, honest tag team action; the fans are well and truly up for this one as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is a tag team contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio and Manchester, England… they are part of the Untouchables, OnlyRedsFan and Tornado, known together as Code Red!
”Diary of a Madman” hits, and the crowd becomes energized with booing as Red and Tornado come out on to the stage. The breeze ruffles their hair as they walk down to the ring and enter it, the music switching to “Reptile” halfway through. Though they know this contest won’t be easy, Tornado and Red seem calm, collected and ready to get the job done.
Philip: And their opponents, from Agra, India and Okinawa, Japan… Sarin Rossi and Yoko Satoshi, known together as the Flowers of Power!
The opening to “Flower of Carnage” has the audience up on their feet at once, and the cheering is striking as the two women walk out hand in hand. They take a little time reaching the ring, greeting fans and absorbing the atmosphere, and then step through the ropes to where the referee and their opponents are waiting.
The formalities are quickly sorted; Yoko opts to start for the Flowers, and Red takes up the challenge for Code Red. The referee dispatches the others to their corners, runs over the rules, and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
It’s a battle of the lightweight tag teams, and the fans are pumped for some fast and furious action as Yoko and Red begin to circle, picking their moment to attack. Yoko’s reputation is unequalled, but this doesn’t prevent Red from making the first move and his own natural speed lets him deliver a couple of forearm blows before Yoko gets her defences in place. Going toe to toe, Red and Yoko swap a succession of kicks, and as Yoko starts to build some momentum Red wisely makes a move to halt this, initiating a grapple. Yoko tries to clip out his leg, but Red gathers his strength and produces a neat arcing suplex, shifting quickly into an opportunistic pin on landing. The referee counts, 1….2- Yoko kicks free energetically, rolls backward on to her feet, and kicks Red sharply in the ribs making him wince. Sarin calls for the tag, and Yoko moves back to her corner so that the switch can be effected. The crowd pops as Sarin enters the match; she rushes straight up to Red and delivers a forceful Rin Kick II, making Red stagger back. Yoko assists Sarin with a double suplex on their foe before exiting the ring, and Sarin makes the cover, 1…2- Red gets his arm in the air, and proves he’s no soft touch even when under attack from both the “flowers” at once.
On the apron, Tornado yells encouragement to Red, who shakes the dizziness from his head and gets back up. Sarin’s eager to get on with things and tries to whip Red to the ropes, but Red smartly reverses this and sends Sarin into his own corner instead. Tornado narrowly avoids getting struck as Sarin hits the turnbuckle, and he applies a blatant choke as Red runs in and drives a shoulder into Sarin’s chest. The fans boo loudly as Red hammers away at Sarin with forearms and elbows; the referee orders Tornado to release Sarin, which Tornado only complies with at the last possible moment. As soon as he lets go, Sarin explodes forward and hits Red with a shuffle side kick. She hasn’t seen, however, that Red made a tag to Tornado just before this happened, and Tornado is up on the turnbuckle preparing to leap; the crowd yells out in warning, but Sarin doesn’t realize until it’s too late, and Tornado connects beautifully with his top rope Zerosen Kick to the side of Sarin’s head. Sarin stumbles and hits the mat; Tornado signals to Red and gets Sarin into a German Suplex position. Red then delivers a dropkick to Sarin, and Tornado executes the Geman suplex simultaneously, bridging it back into a pin. Both Yoko and the fans cry out in alarm as the referee counts the pin, 1….2…- Sarin breaks free, but it was a close call and Code Red appears to have this match well and truly under control as Red slides out of the ring, leaving Tornado to continue the assault.
Tornado is getting a lot of boos from the fans as he stands up and pulls Sarin to her feet; he simply smirks and ignores this, preferring instead to use a strong dropkick to the knee to knock Sarin over again. His strategy is simple but undeniably appropriate; focusing on his opponent’s lower body, Tornado aims to cripple Sarin’s offensive capability before going for the win. Sarin tries to make some space for herself by whipping Tornado away from her, but Tornado once again reverses it, sending Sarin to the ropes. She bounces off and Tornado meets her with a jumping, swinging neckbreaker that makes the crowd wince; another pin follows, and gets a 2 count. However, Tornado’s grip on the match isn’t as firm as he thinks; as he gets up, Sarin summons up a burst of extra energy, beats him to the vertical, and this time succeeds in whipping him into the ropes. Tornado rebounds and goes for a crossbody, but Sarin is ready and nails her Rin Kick I at full power. Tornado hits the canvas, and Sarin follows up with the Rin Drop to enormous acclaim. She pins, 1…2…- Tornado kicks out and lashes out at his opponent, but Sarin is already gone and dashes back to her corner to make a sudden tag to Yoko. The crowd roars as Yoko leaps, literally, into action; Tornado scrambles to his corner, and Red takes the hot tag to keep his side well and truly in the hunt…
Red takes the brunt of Yoko’s attack, and Yoko delivers a stream of devastating kicks and knees before performing her Evenflow DDT and covering. Red kicks out at 2.5, demonstrating his quick recovery ability; there’s a limit to how far this can take him, however, as Yoko is stepping up several gears. She pulls off a Jawbreaker that leaves Red reeling, and pins a second time, 1…2- Red gets his shoulder up, but the match as a whole is tiring him and Yoko signals the Flying Guillotine. Red is oblivious to the threat as Yoko prepares to strike, but he’s bought Tornado a short but crucial recovery window and Tornado jumps into the ring and charges forward, hitting Yoko with a running elbow to disrupt the move. The referee protests, but Tornado’s already out of the ring again and running back to his corner; Red rallies and dives blindly back in the direction of his partner, and they just manage to touch fingertips before Yoko can prevent the tag. Tornado launches himself straight into the Cyclone Driver (Sunset Flip Piledriver) and Yoko cannot defend against it; the crowd is beside itself as Tornado pins and hooks the leg, 1….2….thr-
Only Sarin’s intervention saves the match for the Flowers; the crowd cheers, but Tornado is livid and completely forgets Yoko, his famed temper getting the better of him. He runs forward and violently clotheslines Sarin out over the ropes to the outside… and Yoko stands up behind him, readying herself. She moves in silently behind him, and as the referee is momentarily distracted by Sarin and Red scrapping on the outside, Tornado turns around straight into a red poison mist that looks spectacular and leaves him totally blinded and in pain. Tornado doubles over, and Yoko nails the Flying Guillotine at 100% strength. She makes the pin, and Sarin prevents Red from intervening so that Yoko can achieve the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners… Flower Power!
The fans are more than pleased with both the result and the match; Yoko stands up and the referee holds her hand up as Sarin enters the ring. The ladies share a brief embrace, and then celebrate together; Tornado rolls to the outside where a medic insists on checking over his vision before allowing him to depart. The loss is bitter for Tornado, who knows that he had that one in the bag, and he scowls darkly as he walks away, Red wisely choosing to keep a slight distance between them.
The Flowers continue to enjoy their victory as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:18:40 GMT -5
Segment: It is Inevitable (Credit: Yoko)
Yoko and Sarin are walking back to their locker rooms after their victory.
Sarin: Can I ask you a question?
Yoko: Of course.
Sarin: Besides the tag team champions, can you think of any teams left for us to beat?
Yoko is silent for a moment.
Yoko: No, I can’t. Maybe Fallout guys?
Sarin: So what’s next?
Yoko: I think we need a title shot!
Sarin: Already?
Yoko: Well, there wasn’t much of a tag team ladder to go up. I say the Cold Blooded Killers are next. And then Flower Power will reign supreme!
Sarin: And after that?
Yoko: …No idea. Back to singles? I think we could take the lightweight and world titles. Not like any tag teams are going to be beating us, if any are left.
Sarin: Let’s go find Ginger and ask him about the shot, then.
Yoko loops her arm with Sarin’s and rests her head on Sarin’s shoulder as they walk.
Yoko: This is perfect.
They continue onward.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:19:16 GMT -5
Segment: One special little call.... (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up the first thing seen is a boot being ties with a BK London logo on the side of it. BK finishes tying it and the camera trails up his body to his face before pulling out, showing him starting to stretch before his match against Dan White tomorrow. Kiley walks into the shot and plants him with a kiss on his lips. BK kisses her again multiple times on her neck and then pins her up against the wall.
Kiley: Alright stop! stop!...don't you think you've had enough? I mean we've done it THREE times today.
BK: I've got enough time before my match against..um....um....
Kiley: Dan White..
BK: Bingo! That's the name. He'll be a push over anyway, now what do you say about going for a fourth round?
The two kiss again and Kiley lets out a girlish giggle. BK's hand begins to trail up Kiley's skirt and suddenly they are interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
BK: Now who could that be...
Kiley: Just let the machine get it.
They continue doing the nasty and the answering machine indeed does pick up the call.
??: He-Hello? Jame, this is grandma!
BK's eyes widen and he quickly ceases what he was doing with Kiley and picks up the phone.
BK: Hey grandma. What's up?..........yes grandma, I am going to fighting for the ACW Championship next week Saturday? Are you going to watch?..........can't? Going out with the girls? Well you have a great time.........yes I'm fully aware I'm facing a girl................well...welll of course I've got to beat her up grandma.........-No I know you taught me bet- ............no grandma you don't have to come down.........but grandma she hit me fir-.........but gra-.......
BK now signal for Kiley to pass him a piece of paper and she does so. He now starts to crumple the paper by phone
BK: What grandma? I can't hear *crumple* you I think we're starting *crumple* to break *crumple* up! I'll see you when I come *crumple* back........*crumple* I love *crumple* you tooo grandma.
BK hangs up and throws the paper aside then let's out a relieved sigh.
BK: That was close.
The phone rings again and almost immediately BK picks it up.
BK: I told you grandma, I - Uh, what Joey?.......yeah.............yeah.................YEAH!....I got the part?! THAT'S INCREDIBLE! Your the best agent in the world..........yeah I'll give her the news. This will be awesome. Thanks again.
BK hangs up and his eyes are already lighten up.
Kiley: What?! What?!
BK: I got the movie part baby! I got the movie part I auditioned for. Your looking at the newest co-star........alongside Jackie Chan in Rush Hour 3!
Kiley jumps into the arms of BK and they celebrate in the locker room. And now BK puts her down.
BK: Ok, I've got to tell the guys about this. They are gonna flip! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
BK now starts doing his own signature "Nature Boy strut" out of the locker room as we fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:20:27 GMT -5
Segment: Locker room blues (Credit: Vladimir)
Vlad's rage was not confined to the ring. As he stormed into his locker room he threw all his things out of his locker, throwing chairs across the room. Back on the outside of his room stands Charlotte, afraid to enter, and ask for an interview. She moves her hands for the door, but decides against it.
Charlotte: "Well, we were scheduled to talk to Vladimir about his recent losing streak, but I think we should give him some time to cool down. "
Back in Vlad's lockerroom, the Soviet has trashed everything, and he's now sitting down on the floor, face in his hands as the screen goes black.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:21:15 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Shred of Hope?’ (Credit: KUDA)
Camera view opens up again, and in the distance KUDA is shown walking down the hall, towards the camera. He has the same white Armada flag around his shoulders and head as he slowly makes his way closer and gradually becomes a bigger figure on the screen. KUDA makes a turn and opens the door to his temporary locker room in this ACW Caribbean tour. Upon switching the lights on though, KUDA stays still, staring into the room. The camera follows up and reveals that KUDA’s master, Senzo Sakai is sitting down in front of him. KUDA finally walks in and his master begins to get up to meet him face to face.
KUDA: No. Sit back down.
KUDA pushes his master slightly, urging him to sit back on the chair. KUDA takes a look around the room warily.
KUDA: Where’s the other one?
Sakai: He’s not here Kudo. I asked him not to be so I could have a one on one talk with you.
KUDA: We’re finished talking.
Sakai: No Kudo we’re not, you---
KUDA: You keep referring to me as Kudo like you don’t see, or don’t want to see what’s standing right in front of you. Take a look around sensei…this is what you’ve trained. Whether or not you want to believe it.
Sakai: What I’m seeing in front of me right now is not the man I spent night after night teaching, guiding, building up even after regular sessions were over. You may not want to believe it Kudo, but you have changed. What I’m seeing now isn’t the beastly Yin side of your former self, it’s something more sadistic.
KUDA: You don’t know what you’re talking about…
Sakai: You think I’m lying? I know somewhere inside of you, you know that there is some truth to what I’m saying right now. Every time you went berserk in the dojo, it was for some desire to win, to fight off that large possibility of losing and to grab hold of that slightest shred of possibility to prove yourself to the veterans and never let it go.
KUDA: …It’s something bigger now. It’s R-3…
Sakai: Ah, R-3. How could I forget? Rebirth, Revolution, Respect. Hearing about your dream was what led me to accept you into the school Kudo. But what you’re doing now, it isn’t for R-3. Think about it for a second.
KUDA takes off the R-3 Armada flag from his head and shoulders and reveals the imposing mask he has adorned the past few weeks to the camera. After staring straight into the adamant eyes of his teacher, KUDA grabs a chair from the side and takes a seat in front of him.
Sakai: Let me see that flag.
KUDA thinks about it for a second before handing it over, the dried blood stains of several different wrestlers taking up much of the space and creating a daunting portrait of suffering and pain. Sakai spreads it out in front of him and looks it over. He begins to shake his head.
Sakai: This…is for R-3?
KUDA: …
Sakai folds the flag and places it aside.
Sakai: That big blood stain I saw there. That was from Tornado wasn’t it?
KUDA nods.
Sakai: He ripped your original flag. The one that represented the Armada didn’t he? But from what I remember, hadn’t the Armada broken up before then? Wasn’t the flag already covered in cuts and shreds? Does Tornado’s punishment somehow give back to you what you lost?
KUDA: You saw him. He completely dishonored everything I stood for.
Sakai: I understand all about honor. But what you’re doing is going several steps too far. You’ve walked through ACW since your return as the Great KUDA spreading the blood of wrestlers who have nothing to do with this, as if they owed you something. But Kudo, you owe something more important than blood to your fans, and ultimately yourself. You owe them Yasuda Kudo, the R-3 Prodigy, the Mr. K.O. that graduated Senzo Sakai’s Dragon Arts Dojo and took ACW by storm.
KUDA is speechless and has his head held down slightly staring at the ground now.
Sakai: I have something for you.
KUDA looks up now as his teacher stretches aside and pulls something out of a bag to the side. It is a beautifully adorned narrow box with golden designs and intricate grooves about a foot long and Sakai hands it to KUDA. KUDA hesitates for a second, but after Sakai insists, KUDA takes in his hands.
Sakai: Please, open it.
KUDA obediently agrees and after admiring the box a bit he slowly and very carefully opens it, his eyes now completely focused after seeing what was in the box.
Sakai: What’s the matter Kudo? Has it been that long?
KUDA pulls out from the box a long black headband with the word ARMADA written across it. One of the few things that can be seen through the frightening mask of The Great KUDA are his eyes, and yet that is all that needs to be seen to be aware of the emotion that is now running through his body.
Sakai: It should look familiar. You sent that to me in Japan when you started in ACW. Specially custom made and yet it still maintains the vintage look of the originals. You must have been so proud to send that to me, showing me that you made it where you wanted to make it, and that your dream was truly coming to form.
KUDA: But…why?
Sakai: I’m proudly giving that back to you now, not because I don’t want it, or that I feel your Armada is dead, because you taught me that it can’t die. No, I’m giving it back because I want you to never forget how everything started, never forget who you truly are and what you are really representing. That’s what I see and think of when I remember you wearing that ARMADA headband, and when I take a look at that new Armada flag I am appalled and even a bit frightened.
KUDA(smirking a bit): The great Senzo Sakai, frightened by one of his students?
Sakai lets out a loud chuckle.
Sakai: Not frightened by you, but frightened at what you may or already have become. And besides, what I see sitting here before me isn’t one of my students. Not one that I can recognize anyway. When you wear that headband, I want you to see yourself the way I see you, and always have seen you. I want you to think long and hard about R-3 and what it means to you and what you want it to mean to everyone. And you’ll understand then how I think you’ve changed.
KUDA stares straight down into the black ARMADA headband in silence.
Sakai: That’s all I had to say to you Kudo.
Sakai gets up from his chair as fast as his aging body allows him to and slowly walks by KUDA. Before he can exit the door however, KUDA breaks from his silence.
KUDA: Even now, you’re still teaching aren’t you?
Sakai turns back around and lets out a very genuine smile.
KUDA: You really want me to take this?
Sakai: Yes Kudo, I really do. And keep the box too, it’s too heavy for my old body to carry around.
Sakai lets out another light hearted smile before exiting the room. The cameraman now is outside, filming through the doorway and as Sakai leaves, the shot catches only the back view of KUDA seated on the chair. After a moment of inactivity, KUDA unfolds the head band and ties it around his head, over his mask and all, a moment reminiscent of the early days of R-3 and the Armada.
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:21:54 GMT -5
Segment: The past comes to life again... (Credit: ?)
After a few minutes of silence in the broadcast, and people begin to lose themselves in conversation wondering when exactly the show will continue on it's way...that is of course, before the lights dim in the arena and a slow blinking gray light appears on the alphatron.
?: Is there ever a time in the day you feel...manipulated?
The words appear on the tron as they are spoke, as silhouettes of moves being performed are being shown in the background.
?: A time when you don't know what you should believe, what's real and what's fake?
A picture of Bane and the ever-popular Kabane briefly appear on the screen, to the amusement of the majority of ACW's older fans, before the message continues.
?: All I can promise you...is that what I bring back to this federation will be brilliant...but you'll just have to wait and see...
An image that may be familiar to fans circa 2004 shows on the screen, of a metal pipe hitting the lens of a camera, before that fades back to the previous darkness. Members of the audience are trying to come of a better comprehension of this, before the message continues.
?: What's your favorite letter...?
A date is simply shown on the screen...
04/29/06
The screen fades to black. There was an overwhelming sense of confusion throughout the arena, before the dim of the lights ended, and the show looked as if it was to continue as Phillip entered the ring...
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:22:48 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #8 (Credit: Yoko)
October 3rd, 2005
Nearly Midnight
Yoko Satoshi’s room
Sarin: Yes, right there! Faster! Right there!
It’s dark, but we see Sarin laying in Yoko’s bed. A sheet comes up to her chest, covering up anything naughty; she’s clearly nude underneath. A large mass in the shape of a person is under the sheet down between her legs, it’s obvious what’s going on. She’s breathing hard and uncontrollably as she writhes in intense pleasure. She lets out a cry as her back arches, and after a few seconds, she begins to relax. The mass under the sheet makes its way upward until it comes out from under the cover. Yoko’s head emerges as she’s now laying on top of Sarin, also clearly nude underneath the cover. She immediately kisses Sarin passionately when she gets into a comfortable position on top of her.
Yoko: I love you, Sarin.
Sarin: I love you too, Yoko.
Yoko: How was it?
Sarin grins and looks into Yoko’s eyes.
Sarin: It felt absolutely wonderful. It was worth waiting one night for.
Yoko: I’m glad.
Sarin: What about you?
Yoko: This is what I’ve dreamed of every night since I fell in love with you, Sarin. Sharing a home, sleeping together in a bed that’s not in a hotel, being able to just look at you and know everything is right.
Sarin: Everything is definitely right. Our first night in your bed…I declare it a success.
Yoko smiles and kisses her again, and slides off of her a bit to where she’s laying next to her, not on her. She just looks at Sarin.
Yoko: Thanks for taking care of Yuki today.
Sarin: Don’t worry about it, Yoko. I feel like she’s my own little sister, it isn’t a problem. I just want her to like me, instead of being jealous.
Yoko: Oh, she isn’t jealous…well, maybe a little. But after today, I’m sure she likes you.
Sarin: I hope so.
Yoko yawns.
Yoko: I’m going to sleep extra well tonight with you by my side.
Sarin: Who said anything about sleep?
Yoko: What?
Sarin kisses Yoko, and Yoko feels a hand land on her chest, slowly moving down between her legs.
Sarin: The first night in a bed is special…We’re not done yet.
Yoko: But…
Yoko can’t object to Sarin’s magical fingers. She lets out a moan and gives Sarin a quick kiss.
Yoko: But…You’re right.
Sarin: Of course I am!
Sarin climbs on top of Yoko and then vanishes underneath the sheets and she crawls down in the bed to reach her destination. And she definitely reaches it, as signified by Yoko’s eyes beginning to roll back in her head in pleasure. This special night in their relationship will certainly not be going to waste.
Fade Out.
To Be Continued…
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:23:50 GMT -5
Match: 7: BK London vs Dan White
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, from Cardiff, Wales, Dan "The Welsh Dragon" White!
A remix of the Welsh National Anthem is played with a guitar, and a large amount of smoke emerges near the foot of the stage. As the music continues playing, the smoke fills the ramp, before Dan White can be seen through the thick smog. He slowly walks down the ramp, and towards the ring. The fans are in a mixture of cheers and boos for the Welshman. He slides into the ring and now begins stretching in the ring as he awaits his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent weighing in at 237 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, "The Sole Survivor" BK London!
"Hold Ya Head" by the Notorious B.I.G. sounds throughout the speakers and all 50,000 people in the Dominican Republic begin booing the No.1 Contender for the ACW Title. He walks down to the ring, looking from side to side with a grimace before making his way down the ramp. Upon entering the ring he locks eyes with his opponent, who looks absolutely ready to take BK down a notch.
BK climbs to the middle rope and taunts the crowd before stepping down. As he turns around he is met by a kick to the abdomen by WeDrag, which impromptedly starts the match.
Bell rings
WeDrag continues the assault on BK with several kick to his abdomen, trapping him in the corner. He now follows up with some hard forearm smashes to the face of BK, which makes the people in the first row cring because of the hard impact. WeDrag whips BK into the opposite corner and now runs at him like a freight train but with a boot to the face, that freight train has been derailed. WeDrag makes a 180 due to the boot and drops down to one knee, he rises up almost involuntary while holding his jaw and BK captializes with a hard clothesline to the back of his neck. WeDrag holds the back of his neck while lying on the mat and now BK picks him up with the edge he has. BK continues to work the back of his neck over with several clubbing forearms to it before grounding him again with a Snap Suplex. Quickly BK makes a cover but instinctively WeDrag gets his shoulder up off the mat. BK wastes no time mounting over a fallen WeDrag and pummeling him with closed fists right to his face. The referee now begins to count to five but at four he decides to pull BK off of WeDrag. The referee and BK start to argue in the ring, which gives WeDrag a good time to recover. WeDrag quickly rolls BK up in a School Boy but BK manages to kick out. Both rise to their feet at the same time and now WeDrag takes him back down with a clothesline. BK gets up again and WeDrag sends him to the ground with another clothesline. It looks like momentum is on the side of WeDrag and he attempts to whip BK into the ropes but BK reverses it and sends him into the ropes. WeDrag now handsprings at the ropes, Tajiri style, and as he comes back he attempts to hit BK with a Pele Kick but BK side steps the move.
Luckily for WeDrag he lands on all fours before rising up. BK obviously has scouted this move and he now attempts to take WeDrag's head off with a Roundhouse Kick. As BK's foot comes around WeDrag ducks and knocks BK's lights out with a Royal-KO. The crowd is very much on the side of WeDrag, as they will him on to cover and WeDrag obliges. The Royal KO only gets WeDrag a nearfall but it seems to have really damages the back of BK's head. WeDrag picks up the legs of BK and now attempts to catapult him over the top rope but BK manages to hold onto the top rope. He pulls himself back onto the apron but is met by a punch by WeDrag. BK is reeling on the apron and now WeDrag sets him up from a Outside-to-Inside Vertical Suplex. WeDrag lifts BK into the air but BK floats over him and looks for the Lungblower but it is suprisingly countered. From what it appears, WeDrag has held onto the top rope, sending BK land on the back of his neck from the attempted Lungblower. WeDrag moves onto the apron and now begins to climb to the top rope, much ot the crowd's delight. He sits perched on the top rope and dives off, hitting a picture perfect Swanton Bomb on BK's abdomen. It looks over from here and he covers BK but as the referee's hand is coming down from the three he spots BK's leg on the bottom rope. WeDrag made the mistake of not hooking BK's leg and he has payed for it after this move. WeDrag can't believe it and he picks up BK. WeDrag sets up for the Stunt Bomb and he lifts BK extra high, which BK uses to his advantage and takes WeDrag down with a Hurricanrana.
BK rises up quickly and now WeDrag rises up shortly after only to recieve a kick to the gut by BK. BK is looking for The Revolver which could surely mean the end of this match but as he turns WeDrag grabs his arm and takes him down for the Fujiwara Armbar. But before WeDrag can sit back BK rolls forward and out of the move. BK gets up right before WeDrag again and now he attempts to go for his pattented Shades of Michaels but WeDrag ducks and slides out under the bottom rope to the outside. He looks back in the ring and thinks about getting back in the ring but he stops and reflects for a moment. The referee continues to count WeDrag out and he turns toward the ramp and now begins to walk up the ramp to the crowd's dismay. Shortly after the bell rings.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match by count-out, BK London!
"Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G. blares through the sound system as 50,000 Dominicans begin to boo the No.1 Contender. While still wondering what has just occurred, he believes its best not to ask question and just accepts his win. The referee raises his arm over his head to major heat from the crowd.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:24:18 GMT -5
Segment: What the fuck was that? (Credit: WeDrag)
Dan White walks down some steps backstage. He kicks a bin so hard that the plastic splits and rubbish flies out. He’s clearly annoyed, and something has clearly gone wrong in his head as he holds his head in his hands, before throwing his hands to the ground. He shoves past the cameraman, forcing him to nearly fall over, but takes no concern. Quickly, however, Charlotte is there, not holding a microphone for once, as she tries to stop Dan.
Charlotte: Dan, look, what the hell are you doing? You’ve just walked out of one of the biggest matches on the card. Have you lost your mind?
Dan continues walking, trying to ignore Charlotte.
Charlotte: Dan, please stop!
Dan shunts passed her, but she grabs him by the arm, forcing him around. Dan gives up, and allows Charlotte to speak to him.
Charlotte: Dan, what’s wrong? Is it Torak?
Dan: Look Charlotte baby, it’s got nothing to do with Torak, Angelus or anybody like that. It has nothing to do with the Untouchables, the Corporate Alliance, or the Senatorial Stable. It has nothing to do with the World title, the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, or Omega Effect. And it has nothing to do with The Macho Man RDK, The Senator, or Alicia Kitsune.
Charlotte: So what is the problem?
Dan looks down to the ground. He refuses to answer.
Charlotte: …Dan?
Dan looks up, his eyes full of sorrow. He holds his arms around his side, and looks rather depressed as he talks.
Dan: It’s…it’s just personal shit, you know. I saw that psychiatrist a while back and to be fair, it’s done no favours. But I don’t know who my allies are. I mean you have Tornado and Jonny and Red, who are supposed to be my closest friends but I cannot trust them, not after what Tornado did to you. I also thought Jake was a friend, until he turned on the stable, and I swear revenge on him for that. But now I have people like Senator wanting to be in cahoots for Fallen Heroes. I’m not even in the match, yet he wants to make alliances with me. Well sorry Charlotte, but screw this. I’m officially going AWOL, Absent With Out Leave, whatever. Gingerdude can sue me all he wants, but Sol Campbell got what he needed, and I think I do to.
Charlotte: Aww, Dan…
She hugs him tightly. Dan looks a little reluctant at first, but wraps his arms around her back, squeezing gently. He then breaks the hug, and gives Charlotte some time and space.
Charlotte: Dan, wrestling shouldn’t be your first priority in life! You have all the money you can live off for the rest of your life, and everything. Just take some time off, and you know that I’ll be here for you if you need someone to talk to.
Dan lets out a sorry smile at Charlotte, before turning around. He continues to walk, head fixed on the floor as he trundles off into the distance, with the future remaining in the balance for the ‘Welsh Dragon’ Dan White.
Fade out.
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