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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:20:26 GMT -5
Segment: Family Ties (Credit: Jack Conner)
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.—Homer[/i][/color]
Since starting in ACW, Jack Conner has largely stayed out of the limelight. During the recent tour in the Caribbean, he spent a good amount of his time simply resting and trying his best to come finally to terms with his late wife’s passing. It took a lot of private soul-searching and heartache, but he’s finally starting to feel like he has something to live for again. He realizes that his wife would want him to live his life the best he could, and that’s what he’s setting out to do. He’s setting out to finally make his impact in ACW, and accomplish what he should have done two decades earlier.
Now that the tour is finally over, Jack’s starting to settle down in the ACW Arena for the first time and he’s also getting ready to go for the gold, so to speak. He realizes that even if he takes it slow, he doesn’t have much more time to realistically be a serious contender to any of ACW’s championships. Today, however, he isn’t booked on the card and is mostly focusing on getting his lockeroom fully situated. To do this, he’s enlisted the help of his daughter, Lisa Thompson. She, in turn, thought that this would be a fine occasion for her daughter to spend some quality time with her grandfather. So, she decided to bring her daughter, Annette Thompson as well. All and all, this seems like it will be less wrestling segment and more of a family get-together.
As our scene opens, we’re treated to the sight of Jack and his family strung out on a rather extravagant leather sofa. They are all smiling and laughing, especially little Annette, who is barely five year old and obviously views her grandfather is the nicest man this side of Santa Clause…
Jack:—And that’s why I’m never visiting Puerto Rico again!
All three laugh at the conclusion of the joke. Lisa laughs because she gets the joke—crude though it may be—and Annette laughs mostly because everybody else is laughing. When the laughing calms down, Jack turns to his granddaughter, smiles, and then talks to her kind, gentle voice that only grandparents seem to possess.
Jack: My…my… You’re growing as fast as a weed, Annabelle… Refresh my old mind, how old are you again, sixteen or seventeen?
Jack smiles knowingly, and watches as his granddaughter blushes and holds up five of her fingers. Jack then feigns complete shock and acts as if this is the strangest thing in the entire world.
Jack: Are you pullin’ my leg? You’re only five?
Afraid that she’s made her grandfather feel bad, Annette hangs her head down low and nudges the floor with her toe.
Annette: Papa… You an’ Grammy were at my party, ‘member?
Jack grins warmly and runs his hands through her golden tresses.
Jack: Well little Annabelle… I seem to remember that, but I’m sure we gave you a car. We did give you a car, didn’t we?
When she finally realizes what he’s doing, she giggles vivaciously.
Annette: It was jus’ a Barbie car. You’re bein’ silly, Papa.
Just then, Lisa picks up her daughter, gets up off the couch, and breaks her silence for the first time in this segment. For the most part, she’s like your typical Geometry teacher. She has a very peaceful—if not slightly monotonous—voice and thus always seems to know exactly what she’s talking about. Physically, she’s a very plain woman, but very attractive in her own way.
Lisa: Yes, your Grandfather is being very silly today, aren’t you Dad?
Jack: If being silly is playing with my favorite Granddaughter, then I reckon I am.
Lisa: She’s your only Granddaughter, Dad.
With that, she nuzzles Annette in that sickeningly adorable manner that is reserved solely for parents and their children.
Lisa: Isn’t that right, Honey?
In return, Annette smiles in that likewise sickeningly adorable manner that also happens to be reserved for parents and their children.
Annette: Yes mommy, I’m the only’un in the whole wide world.
Jack’s demeanor changes when all the talk of only grandchildren and whatnot gets going. His tender smile fades, and he then he muses about the possibilities in the voice tinged with just a hint sadness.
Jack: Well, we ain’t exactly sure ‘bout that one way or the other. I haven’t heard from Chance in forever… Hell, he coulda had a bundle of kids by now for all I know.
Likewise, Lisa’s demeanor begins to change as well. The truth is, the entire day she’s know just a little bit more than she’s let out. She just hasn’t known how to bring it up, and then it just so happens that her father brings up exactly what she wanted to talk about.
Lisa: Anna honey, why don’t you go visit some of the wrestlers? They’re your Papa’s friends and I’m sure they’d be delighted to meet you. Just try not to bother anybody too much and stay away from that Torak character.
Annette is unaware that anything is going on at all. Not exactly a wrestling fan herself, she is still very interested to see the people who work with her Grandfather. Well, at her age she still says hello to just about anybody, so it probably doesn’t have that much to do with the fact they work with her Grandfather. Whatever the case may be, she doesn’t need to be told twice.
Annette: Okay Mommy!
Annette obviously still hasn’t mastered the art of the “Inside Voice.” With no more in the way of outbursts, she exits the room quickly. At that exact moment, the overall tone of the segment begins to change.
Lisa: Dad…there’s something I’ve been trying to tell you all day. I just didn’t know how to— I mean, I didn’t want to ruin our visit, it’s just—
Jack puts a comforting arm around his daughter shoulders.
Jack: Whoa now, you need to slow down.
Lisa: I’m sorry Dad. I just don’t want to see you upset. Jack: What’s going on here?
Lisa:…
Jack: Well, come out with it. I promise I won’t be upset.
Lisa: Well, just yesterday I was checking my mail as normal and then I found…
Lisa pulls a folded piece of worn paper out of her purse and hands it to Jack, who immediately turns white as a ghost when he realizes who wrote it.
Lisa: I haven’t read it. It said on the outside that he wanted you to be the one to read it first. Well, I mean, I took a peak of course…. It’s just that I’ve just been so worried about him. I didn’t read it all, I just made sure that it was really his handwriting.
Jack just stares at the paper and doesn’t say a word.
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Father,
It’s been long time since you and I parted ways. It was unfortunate that I left home the way I did. In the past few years, I’ve succeeded in becoming successful in the business that you apparently thought I wasn’t cut out for. I’ll admit, after a few months of being all along in a strange country, I started to think you were right. Then, I met a woman who’s since completely changed my life. Thanks to her support and guidance, I’m now more successful than I could have ever hoped for. You can imagine how surprised I was when I learned that you had reentered the business.
I haven’t really watched much of that ACW show that you’re a part of. I must confess, I’ve always thought it was dram-filled garbage myself, but to each his own I suppose. I don’t know why you decided to come back, but I think this gives us a perfect opportunity to heal old wounds. I can’t say I’ve completely enjoyed being away from you or Mother for the past few years. I can only wonder how much my sudden exit must have hurt her. I really must make it up to her when I get back into the States.
I’m guess I’m rambling. Well, to make a long story short, I’ll try to meet you in about one weeks time. I’ll also bring the woman I told you about, since she’s been dying to meet my family for some time now. I’ll bring her, you can get Mom and Sis to come and maybe we can all be a family again. Who knows, I might even decide to spend some time in that little hellhole you call a federation.
Until then, Chance[/i]
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A solitary tear streams down Jack’s face.
Lisa: What’s wrong, dad? Is he alright?
Jack: He’s… He doesn’t know. He’s coming back home and he doesn’t know about your mother.
Lisa: Oh my—
Jack: Damn…
The camera zooms out and the scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:21:16 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Latino/AK)
After all the drama backstage, the crowd is eager for more in-ring action. Philip is on hand to deal with the introductions.
Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is set for a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York…weighing in at 237 lbs…..The Sole Survivor….BK London!
"Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G starts to play as all the fans start booing at BK London. London emerges through the curtains and raises both arms up as the fans continue to show their disapproval. He walks down to the ring shaking his head a little but still not paying much attention to the fans. As he nears the ring, BK jumps on the apron and then enters the ring as he steps between the ropes. He raises his arms again as the fans boo even louder.
Phillip: And his opponent from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 277 lbs…..The Vision of Greatness…..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 over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.
* The Bell Rings *
BK London and Rattlesnake lock up in the middle of the ring right when the bell rings. London works to gain the upper hand but Rattlesnake is fighting back as he pushes BK back a little. London is now the one fighting back and after a few seconds the two seem to be a true war in this test of strength. The fans themselves are not sure who to cheer for as they all seem to be very mixed on both men. Some of them start chanting “BK SUCKS!” while others start chanting “RATTLESNAKE SUCKS!” London finally gains some control as he whips Rattlesnake into the ropes. The Snake bounces off and BK tries for a clothesline. Rattlesnake ducks BK’s advance and then turns around with a strong right to the back of BK’s head. London stumbles forward and Rattlesnake then grabs BK from behind as he tries for a German Suplex. He lifts up BK a little but then falls forward as BK escapes the hold. He lands on his feet and then looks back at Rattlesnake. London then performs a strong back kick at Rattlesnake and nails him in the chest. Rattlesnake stumbles back as he grabs his chest and as he looks up BK attacks him with an European Uppercut. He does another and then one final one that sends Rattlesnake against the ropes. London then grabs Rattlesnake’s arm and goes for another Irish Whip. The Snake reverses it with a strong Irish Whip of his own that sends BK straight towards the ropes. London bounces off and as he turns Rattlesnakes comes at him with a big clothesline. BK ducks and pulls on the top rope as Rattlesnake goes over the top rope and slams his back into the ring apron.
London looks around with a smirk and the glances down at Rattlesnake whom is laid out on the mat. BK then looks at the turnbuckle and walks over to it. Outside Rattlesnake is standing himself back up as he starts to favor his back. He stumbles around a little and then turns around only to be welcomed by BK coming from the top rope with an Axe Handle smash. Rattlesnake quickly jumps up with a dropkick and nails BK in the chest. Both men fall onto the mat with a double sounding of THUD. BK takes most of the hit as he nearly lands on his face while Rattlesnake lands on his stomach. The Referee starts counting from the inside the ring as both men are laid out. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! BK and Rattlesnake both start to show signs of life as Rattlesnake grabs the ring apron. Just behind him BK grabs the back of his head and tries to sit himself up slowly. . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:22:03 GMT -5
Rattlesnake now gets to his feet as he grabs the ropes. He puts one leg up on the apron as he tries to roll himself back inside the ring. London is on his feet as well as he leans against the audience barrier. Rattlesnake makes it back inside, and as the referee’s count continues, Rattlesnake taunts BK; BK glares, and though holding his head as if dizzy he moves back to the ring and rolls under the ropes, stopping the count at eight.
Rattlesnake wastes no time getting to work on BK once again; he fires off a barrage of punches and then performs his “snake-wave” arm movement before finishing with a clothesline. Rattlesnake pins for a 2, and BK kicks out willfully, shaking the stars from his vision and getting back up to hammer Rattlesnake with punches of his own. He caps things with the Waffle Face, and then makes a pin which gets close to 2.5; no one is sure if Rattlesnake is tiring or simply making it look as if he is. In either case, BK’s thirst for violence to relieve his own tension is hemmed in by the fact that he is not at 100% fitness, and so he decides to wrap the match up; he sweeps Rattlesnake’s legs from under him as he moves in, and then applies the Corporate Lock. He’s a tiny bit slow to lock it, however, and Snake takes inspiration from his namesake to slide to the ropes just in time; as the referee orders BK to give up the hold, BK starts to argue – and Snake strikes with the Poisonous Venom, rolling BK through the German Suplexes until a pin is created. The fans yell as BK struggles, 1….2….- BK breaks free at the last moment, and has a wild look in his eyes as Snake continues to smirk. Something gives way internally, and BK snaps, delivering a Shades of Michaels to Snake; Snake falls, and instead of pinning BK yells at him to get up. Snake staggers up, and BK hits him with a second Shades of Michaels; Snake falls again, and still BK doesn’t pin but paces with a disturbed expression, half grinning at the pain he’s causing. Groggily, Snake stands up, and BK lashes out for the third time… but you can’t expect to fool the Rattlesnake three times in succession, and Snake dodges the kick and then stuns everyone by nailing the Snakebite. BK doesn’t see it coming and so does not defend, and as Snake pins, the referee counts the 1…..2….3-
BK kicks, but it’s too late, the impossible (in his mind) has happened, and the crowd goes bonkers.
Philip: Here is your winner….Rattlesnake!
Whatever BK’s condition may be, this is easily Rattlesnake’s biggest ACW win, and he milks it for all he is worth, getting up on the turnbuckles as his music plays. BK rolls out of the ring, and seems too stunned to react; he walks to the back with a glazed expression, as if the facts haven’t yet sunk in. But they will, and then… it won’t be at all pretty.
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:23:19 GMT -5
Segment: Digging Deeper (Credit: Nicholas Storm)
The camera fades in to the psychiatrists’ office revealed earlier in the show, with Nicholas eagerly rambling on as Dr. Meadows simply watches in amusement. As his excitement in his own conversation rises, he stands on the psychiatric couch and makes wild hand gestures.
Nicholas: So then Myotismon, he's the vampire guy, is all like "I'll kill you before you realise your destiny!!" and like sends out this huge wave evil bats. And so like Kari and Gatomon are all like.. gonna die and stuff when SUDDENLY Wizardmon, he's my favorite, dives out in front of the wave and is all "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" and dies for them so they don't and stuff and they're all "Noooo!" and he's like "Go... live... you must..." and then dies and they're real sad and-
Meadows: Nicholas...
Nicholas: -with Angewomon using this BIG light arrow thingy and shooting it at him and he's like-
Meadows: Nicholas!
Nicholas: Huh?
Meadows: As much as I enjoy your reinactment of old kids anime shows, you really ought to take your seat. We need to begin.
Nicholas sighs and hops down from the couch and sit down, crossing his arms in an obvious pout.
Meadows: Oh don't be like that. You have these appointments for a reason you know. We're trying to find some way of working on your memory. Besides, once we're done in here you can go back to the kids room and watch TV with them like you usually do.
Nicholas: If you say so...
Meadows: I say so. Now then, the other day you were given some reading material on the possible causes of amnesia. You read them, correct?
Nicholas: Well not ALL of it, but I glanced over it a few times. Some of it made sense, I suppose.
Meadows: Now of all those causes, which seems most likely to you?
Nicholas: Why are you asking me? Aren't you the doctor?
Meadows: Well, there's the possibility of triggering old memories if we explore some of those scenarios.
Nicholas: Well... I've got some scars in some pretty odd places. Maybe I had one o' them violent run-ins. Like I fell down some stairs and knocked my head, or uh... maybe something really traumatic happened? The book you gave me mentioned that sometimes people block out real painful memories.
Meadows: I suppose that is likely, but it doesn't really account for your anonymous drop off here at the hospital.
Nicholas: Well... maybe... I don't know! Can't you just hypnotise me into remembering?
Dr. Meadows gives a slight sigh, removing the reading glasses he wears.
Meadows: Nick, hypnosis isn't a widely accepted field of psychiatric care. Even if we *did* try it, there's no certainty it would even work.
Nicholas: Oh pleaaaase? I'm dieing to be seen if I'm one of those people that can be hypnotised!
Meadows: Well... I suppose it can't hurt. I admit I've had some success with it with previous patients so...
Nicholas: Whoo hoo!
Meadows: But not today. We'll give it a try for next week’s appointment. Until then, you're free to go.
Nicholas nods and stands to stretch. After a moment he begins to make his way to the door.
Meadows: Oh, Nicholas?
Nicholas: Hmm?
Meadows: You didn't tell me what happened after Angewomon shot her light arrow.
Nicholas: Oooo!! Oh, it was awesome, see, the light arrow went RIGHT into the vampire guy and he was like...
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:24:42 GMT -5
Segment: Appetite for Suffering (Credit: BK)
The scene opens up by fading in from black and now we immediately cut to a shot of BK London walking angrily down the corridor after his match with Rattlesnake. As BK storms down the hallway, the crew workers quickly turn their heads as not to stare at him directly. The people know just as much as BK how much he wanted that title, they felt his desire throughout the weeks for the title and it looked as if the title change would be imminent with BK's dastardly plans and the introduction of the Corporate Alliance.
But at Fallen Heroes his plan wouldn't come to fruition, somehow the pugnacious Kitsune would persevere, and now that tears him up inside. Tears him up that he cannot call himself ACW Champion. As he passes one of the corner, we catch a glimpse of the newly re-instated ACW interviewer, Kevin Anderson. Kevin quickly hustles behind BK and manages to cut onto the side of him.
Kevin: BK! BK! Can I get an interview with you?
BK stops dead in his tracks and looks over to Kevin with a grimace. Kevin takes a few steps back and leans back away from BK onto a table, shaking in possible fear.
Kevin: Ummmm....BK...sir...well, what we want to know is what are your thoughts on the winners of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale?
BK: .....Kevin, I could care less about the winners of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and you know that. Come on Kevin, stop beating around the bush...ask me the question you really want to ask me....ask me the hard hitting questions....
Kevin: Well uhh....
BK: SPIT IT OUT!! Come on, I know you want to ask me on my loss against Atomic Kitsune at Fallen Heroes. I know you want to throw that big loss, possibly the biggest loss in my ACW career, right back in my face.
Kevin's too scared to even speak now and BK clutches onto his arm and pulls the mic towards himself before looking into the camera.
BK: Ever since Fallen Heroes, it seems that I can't go anywhere without being laughed at about losing to Atomic Kitsune. I can't go to the autograph signings, I can't go out to the supermarket - hell - I can't even watch my kid graduate from Pre-K without the two punks next to me snickering. Could you say all this ridicule has driven me slightly insane? Possibly. Could you say that I've now been maybe pushed off the edge? Perhaps. But one thing is certain, and that thing is I am no longer the same BK London you witnessed before Fallen Heroes.
The camera moves in closer and the fans can sense the true rage of BK from the tone in his voice.
BK: I refuse to be anyone's punching bag. I refuse to start over again from the bottom and have to work one more ENTIRE year to win back the ACW Championship. Alicia, I underestimated you...and for that I paid the price - but no more. I should've won that ACW Championship, I should've be the one celebrating this great win. ME! ME! M-
BK abruptly brings his promo to a screeching halt. He releases the wrist of Kevin Anderson, who runs away shortly after, and now starts fidgeting and twisting his neck in a crazed fashion. The camera follows BK as he makes his way toward a place off camera. As we come closer and closer the camera now catches the face of Fallout Stars The Lost Boys. Uriel and Memnoch notices the enraged former World Champion making a b-line towards them but it's too late to respond. BK grabs Uriel by his neck and slams him viciously into the concrete wall.
BK: Stop..laughing ...AT ME!
Memnoch grabs the arm of BK and tries to pull him off his parter but recieves a quick and stiff right hand to the jaw for his troubles. Memnoch drops to the ground, holding his jaw in pain, and slowly starts crawling backwards away from BK who is slowly and menacingly getting closer to him. BK picks up Memnoch by his Fallout T-Shirt, off the ground and starts pummeling multiple times with his right hand. Memnoch cannot even defend himself due to being overpowered by the onslaught of punches being dished out by this champion turned madman.
Slowly Memnoch drops down to the ground and now BK backs up and kicks his head into the wall, making sure his eye - which is surely swollen shut - recieves the bulk of the blow.
Uriel is now staggering back up to his feet and quickly BK switches his attention back to him. Holding the back of his head, Uriel makes a run for it but only gets so far before running into a dead end. BK clutches his hand around Uriel's neck and pulls his head in closer.
BK: I told you to stop laughing, I TOLD YOU ALL TO STOP LAUGHING!
Uriel: I....wasn't.....laughing.
BK stretches his arm back and balls it into a fist, going for the kill but it is stopped by referee Raymond Allen Fleming and soon enough the other referees come into play and restrain the belligerent superstar. On his own will BK steps back, away from the scene. As BK walks past, he sees the fallen Memnoch and delivers another cheapshot kick to his ribs, sending him back into a world of pain.
The camera closes on him as he walks down the hallway, smiling, just finished relieving himself of the embarrassment from Fallen Heroes. His spirits are a little brighter but inside he won't feel complete until AK has paid for the pain she has made him suffer through. That leaves the question, is BK's appetite for suffering really satisfied? Are there other members of the ACW roster who will be on his path of destruction? Or karma will bite BK on the ass from these heinous attacks?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:25:39 GMT -5
Match 7: Shot at World Title for Omega Effect Latino vs. Hunter
With the card three-quarters completed, all the fans are glued to their seats as Philip enters the ring. The ACW arena may not be as grand as to Coliseo De Puerto Rico, but it has seen so many dreams made and shattered… and very soon, that process will be repeated yet again.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a singles match set for one fall… and the winner will earn themselves the right to challenge for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect!
The crowd pops simply at the thought of ACW’s biggest and brightest spectacle.
Philip: Introducing the competitors… first, from Rochester, New York, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… Andrew Hunter!
”These Walls” hits for the second time that evening, and the arena fills with boos as Hunter walks out. He looks entirely confident, and ready to give everything in this chase for the ultimate prize… and whether recent events will give him an advantage or disadvantage, no one can tell.
Hunter steps into the ring, and removes his trenchcoat. His expression is one of calm concentration, and it remains there as the lights kick in and “Oooooooooh, Latino!!” is heard over the speakers, sending the crowd mental.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York City…. Victor “Latino” Laureano!!
If Hunter is the essence of calm, Latino is its polar opposite; he is immensely fired up, and comes out on to the ramp slapping his chest and shouting in a mixture of Spanish and English. He zig-zags down to the ring, touching hands with many of the fans, eventually reaching ringside and circling the ring to do the same with the fans there before entering it. Hunter raises half an eyebrow, but there is a hint of a smile with it.
RAF is on hand to call the final two matches of the night due to their status, and gives Latino and Hunter a quick reminder of the rules before signaling to the timekeeper. The timekeeper nods, and there is a surge of noise from the fans as the match gets underway.
Bell Rings.
There’s no coy standoff between these two men, and the fans cheer as they see Hunter and Latino immediately move forward and begin to trade a string of forearm blows. Latino quickly shifts into his shuffle jab combo, building up a rhythm, but Hunter knows he can’t afford to let his opponent get into the groove of things and ducks under Latino’s discus lariat, stands up and performs a neat suplex. Latino rolls over almost as soon as he lands and takes a run at Hunter; Hunter readies to counter Latino’s crossbody, but Latino changes tack at the last moment and instead uses a running dropkick to Hunter’s knee. Hunter is upended, and hits the mats where Latino grabs the same leg and holds the ankle whilst stomping on the knee joint, doing all he can to hamper Hunter’s ability to move about. Hunter turns over, wrenches himself free and runs to the ropes, this time rebounding himself into a charging elbow that Latino just fails to avoid. Momentarily stunned, Latino can’t stop Hunter from getting in close, and Hunter uses a crowd-pleasing Dynamite to set up the first pin of the match for a count of just less than 2. Latino kicks and rolls out sideways, hopping back on to his feet; he beats Hunter by a crucial second or so, and resets the balance by lifting Hunter into a stalling Vertical suplex. The stall isn’t the longest the world has ever known, but given Hunter’s propensity to counter this is probably a wise decision on Latino’s part. Latino makes a cover and gets a count of about 1.5, though far more valuable to him is the fact that he’s shown Hunter that he can still make simple moves count, regardless of how many times the two men have met one another in the ring.
Though they’ve of course had time to rest since Fallen Heroes, the effects of that match are still being felt by both men, and as such Latino and Hunter know that they don’t have the strength to make this an overly long, drawn out match. Not that this bothers the crowd; instead they get to see a contest conducted at a thrilling pace. For the next three or four minutes, the competitors pull out a succession of strong moves, with an equally exciting series of pin attempts – Northern Lights suplex from Latino (2 count), Elbow Driver from Hunter (slightly better than a 2), Macana’s Blade (another 2 count), Dragon Hammer (a 2 and a bit of a protest from Hunter to RAF that the count was late in starting), the Three Shots (a 2.5 count)… the fans have to really concentrate to keep up with pin and counter-pin, and if anything the noise levels are slightly reduced due to the fact that everyone’s so engrossed in what’s taking place. As Latino stands up with the aches and pains of Saturday starting to resurface, he sees that Hunter too is slowing a little, and runs over to the corner, getting up on the turnbuckle. The fans cheer as Latino walks out along the rope and performs the Drunk’s stumble… but it was always going to be a risky proposition against the “Master of the Counter”, and Hunter kips back on to his feet, catches Latino and turns the move into his own Red Apple Driver. The crowd cries out, and Latino’s supporters (who are in the majority) fear the worst as Hunter pins, 1….2….- Latino gets his shoulder up, finding the will to kick out for the sake of the prize which hangs on the outcome of this match. Hunter shakes his head; he knows that on another day that might have won it for him, but in this context, Latino’s response makes perfect sense. Hunter smiles; it simply gives him the opportunity to show what he can really do…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:26:18 GMT -5
With the fans now literally on the edges of their seats, Hunter gets up and pulls Latino with him. The Latin King can hear the crowd shouting for him, and he rallies, starting to piston-punch Hunter while he’s close enough. Hunter takes a step backward, and Latino switches from punches to kicks with a mighty roundhouse that has Hunter staggering sideways to the ropes. With Hunter momentarily off balance, Latino uses the ropes to get some extra height on the Switchblade Cut, and the crowd roars and counts along with RAF, 1….2….- Hunter kicks close to the wire, and there is a collective groan (even though secretly the fans are pleased to see the match continue). With so many heavy moves being brought out, both Hunter and Latino are starting to tire, but their will to win remains as strong as steel, and Hunter gives Latino a flash of his cocky smirk as he gets up. Latino responds by giving Hunter the “bring it” signal, and Hunter responds by making an incredibly fast move forward. He is about to launch into one of his famed spears, but Latino steps forward to meet him and stands firm, halting his motion before summoning all his strength to execute his overhead belly-to-belly suplex into the turnbuckle. The crowd roars again, this time surely Latino has done enough, and he makes a pin hooking the leg, 1….2…..thr- NO! Hunter’s shoulder is up, and Latino’s jaw momentarily drops in amazement. He forces Hunter down for a second pin, 1….2….. but Hunter kicks, and while Latino is still reeling from the surprise, Hunter dashes to the ropes. With Latino in a kneeling position from the pin, he’s vulnerable – and the crowd goes mad as Hunter exploits this to the Maximum with the Floyd Kick. He pulls Latino away from the ropes, and makes the pin, chest heaving, as RAF counts 1….2….thr-
Latino kicks, and the crowd almost goes into Meltdown (appropriately enough). Hunter is just as amazed as Latino was; he pins again, 1….2…. and Latino gets his shoulder clear, a third time, 1…..2…..thr- and yet another kickout. The fans are beside themselves, so many pins and yet no winner… it almost seems as if nothing can split these two men. But no one wants another draw, and as Hunter gets up, he glances at the turnbuckle, and then throws Latino into the corner. A couple of fans get an inkling of what might just be about to happen…
Latino gets his leg up as Hunter runs in, and as Hunter grunts in pain Latino grabs him and turns the situation around, pushing him into the corner. He batters him with punches, but Hunter punches back just as hard, and with the same general idea in their heads, both men climb up the turnbuckle until they are poised on top of the post. A few more moments of combat, that seem to go on for ever… and then Hunter scores a glancing blow, and as Latino’s senses are sent into disarray, Hunter signals the Alter Event. The crowd goes nuts, and Latino realizes that he’s about to lose this match… so he jumps backward, abandoning the chance to hit a matchwinner on Hunter, but also preventing Hunter from using his own most devastating move. His plans thrown into chaos, Hunter jumps down, and seeing that Latino is still dazed, charges for another Floyd Kick… and with the simplest of trips, Latino brings him down and rolls him up…
Sometimes the biggest prizes are won by the simplest means… and as RAF counts, Hunter’s kickout comes on just the wrong side of the 3. The bell rings, and the roof’s structural integrity is tested as the fans go ballistic at the result.
Philip: Here is your winner, and #1 contender for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect…. LATINO!!!
The noise in the arena is deafening as Latino kneels on the canvas. For a moment or two, he simply stares at the mat, and then he pinches himself, half expecting to awaken from the dream that he’s had so very many times before. But this time, at last, it’s real, and Latino leaps up off of the mat and throws his arms in the air. Then he spots RAF, and with a big grin rushes over and hugs the highly surprised head referee, which makes the fans laugh and cheer even more.
While all this is going on, Hunter has silently got back up, and stands quietly until Latino notices him there. His emotions are impossible to read at this moment, and Latino approaches with a hint of caution. The two men look at one another… and then Hunter extends his hand. Latino pauses for a second but then takes it, and the crowd heartily applauds this show of respect between the pair.
This done, Hunter turns and leaves the ring, and does not look back as he walks up the ramp and into the back. Latino enjoys the moment a little longer before following him; he can’t wipe the smile that stretches from ear to ear off of his face, and the chances are that it’ll be there for a while yet.
Latino knows that this is just the start of another grueling journey… but it’s one that he hopes will at last take him to where he’s always wanted to be, at the very top of the ACW tree, and he faces it with hope.
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:27:47 GMT -5
Segment: More Belts Than An Emo Boy (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi have returned to Yoko’s locker room after Yoko’s victory. Yoko lays her tag team title and custom world title on the table and then sits down on the couch to relax. Sarin sits down next to her.
Yoko: That was a good match. Don’t you think so?
Sarin: Yes. Quite the nail biter, but I knew you’d win.
Sarin looks at Yoko’s custom title, then back at Yoko.
Sarin: So…You’re going to start wearing that, now? With the tag belt?
Yoko: I just like to show off. I have lots of gold.
Sarin: What are you, Yoko Blingtoshi? Isn’t that disrespectful to Alicia, too?
Yoko: Aww. Don’t be jealous, Sarin. And they don’t count it as a real title anymore. I earned that custom belt, so I can wear it if I want. There’s no belt police. …At least, I don’t think so.
Sarin: I just feel that it draws all of the attention onto you, when we’re BOTH the tag team champions.
Yoko quickly kisses Sarin on the cheek.
Yoko: If you feel that way, then I’ll fix it and we’ll be as equal as ever. Ok?
Sarin: How?
Yoko: You’ll see. It’s a surprise!
Sarin: A Yoko surprise. This could be awesome or disastrous.
Yoko: Definitely one or the other! So cheer up.
Yoko kisses her again, on the lips, and the scene fades.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:28:42 GMT -5
Segment: Public Service Announcement (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens the ACW cameras immediately cut to Charlotte King, female ACW correspondant/interviewer and there is no doubt that she has some hard hitting news or a great interview to deliver.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Charlotte King here and we hope to get some sort of interview with the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude, about the recent actions of BK London.
The camera pulls out and reveals the front of Gingerdude's door, in the secretary's office. Charlotte knocks on the door and moments later, the door opens and out comes Gingerdude himself to a huge amount of heat from the crowd.
Ginger: And may I ask the reason for your presence tonight Ms. King?
Charlotte: Well, I think the people would want to know the reason behind BK London's recent actions lately. It appears he has gone mad, do you have anything to add to that?
Ginger: Let me assure you that BK London is both mad and not mad. He is mad in the fact that he is disappointed with his loss to Atomic Kitsune at Fallen Heroes for the ACW Championship. And why shouldn't he be mad? He obviously was screwed from the top of the match when Yoko Satoshi and her gal pal Sarin decided to blast him with two Rinko Kicks. But he isn't mad in the head if that's what you’rr implying.
Charlotte: But surely with the constant interference by Corporate Alliance the odds could've been evened up, or even more shifted to his favor.
Ginger: Trust me, BK was screwed from the beginning of the match.
Charlotte: Well Ginger, do you know the reason behind his heinous attacks such as his attack on Fallout's "The Lost Boys" and his attempt to deliver three consecutive superkicks to Rattlesnake in the ring?
Ginger: If I know BK London, and I must say that I do, each of those attacks had a reason behind them. There is no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't attack them without any purpose, he isn't foolish.
Charlotte: Well, we have heard that you have a big announcement concerning the ACW Heavyweight Championship, can you shed any light on that?
Ginger: Absolutely, in a little over a week I have already scheduled a rematch between both BK London and Atomic Kitsune for the ACW Championship. But this match won't be any normal match, it shall be decided in a Two out of Three Falls Match.
Charlotte: Two out of Three Falls Match? Wouldn't you say that type of match more favors the challenger?
Ginger: Maybe, maybe not. As of right now, it's not my problem. Now I have some business to get back to, it was nice talking to you Charlotte.
Ginger disappears back into his room and the camera closes in on the nameplate on Ginger's door, "The Chairman aka The Boss Gingerdude".
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:31:48 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Title Match The Senator vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
It’s the end of a highly successful “homecoming” evening for ACW. If the fans were themselves on their way home at this moment, they’d consider that they’d had a great evening for their money, but tonight really is their lucky night. The crowd hopes that they’re about to be treated to a blockbuster of a contest, and when has ACW ever let them down…?
Philip stands ready in the ring, like a conductor about to take control of a noisy but enthusiastic orchestra.
Philip: Our final match this evening is an intergender match, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… from Washington, D.C., he is the founder of the Senatorial Stable and a true ACW legend… Senator Steve Philips!
”Hail to the Chief” hits, and is almost immediately eclipsed by the sound of a sell out crowd that is delirious with enthusiasm. The Senator walks out under his trademark flurry of tickertape, and is met with waves of sound and a forest of banners. Pretty much everyone who follows ACW is now aware that the Senator is reaching the end of his full-time wrestling career, and as such these matches are to be especially treasured, and the affection can be clearly seen and heard in the reaction of the fans as the Senator walks to the ring.
He ascends the steps, and enters the squared circle, a place where few people have ever looked so at home. And whatever the future may hold, tonight Steve Phillips is all business; he’s here to win the belt, and do all he can to achieve his goal.
Things are just starting to calm down a little when “Fly” hits, and those few fans who had returned to their seats are out of them again at once.
Philip: And his opponent, from London, England, she is the defending ACW World Champion… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK walks out into the glare of the lights, and holds up the World title belt to the crowd; she absorbs the sound energy all around her, and then walks forward to the ring with a swift step, brushing hands with the fans along one side of the walkway. Small things catch her eye; fans hurrying to set up their cameras, children being hoisted up on to parental shoulders and pointing with unrestrained excitement, and she feels a warm glow of pride that, if this match is as great as it has the potential to be, it will live in the memories of the fans for a long time to come.
She reaches the ring and enters through the ropes, getting up on the turnbuckles so that the crowd can fire off a few more shots, and then returns to the centre of the ring to hand over her belt to RAF. Raymond Allen Fleming, Referee Extraordinaire, elevates the belt to a pop from the crowd, and then passes it to the outside. The scene is set, and he signals for the bell to be rung.
Bell Rings.
As AK and Senator begin to circle, the ACW announce team is settling in for a humdinger of a match. Those of you with barns, prepare to have them stormed…
Maxwell McNally: It’s on, Ladies and Gentlemen, a true clash of the ACW titans.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Right you are, Max, it’s going to be Daaannngerous!
McNally looks at Edison with a raised eyebrow.
McNally: You know, you say that during every single match. Is it hardwired into your genetic code?
Edison: Hey, I don’t say it all THAT often.
McNally: Yes, you do.
Edison: Hmph. I refute your statement entirely, and it’s not true either.
McNally: All right, Eddie, if you’re that sure of yourself…$50 says you can’t get through this entire match without saying it again.
Edison: $50? Make it $100, Max, if you’re not chicken!
McNally: Heh, not in the least. 100 dollars it is….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:33:08 GMT -5
As Edison and McNally shake hands on their bet, Senator and AK are tying up in the centre of the ring. Instead of steeling herself against the grapple, AK lets the Senator push her back, and then roots one foot to pivot around and send him toward the turnbuckle. The Senator, however, is ready for such a ploy, and calmly reverses the move back again so that it’s AK who ends up in the corner in what is almost a cross between wrestling and ballet. Knowing that the corner offers his opponent ample opportunities to fly, the Senator wisely keeps AK fully occupied by applying a headlock, and dishing out a number of knee strikes in combination to the head and torso; AK has no choice but to try and power forward and out, a feat she achieves only at a significant energy cost. Too many of those, and she could find herself in a no-win situation…
Whilst taking account of these thoughts inwardly, AK does her best to appear unconcerned to the rest of the world, and opts to follow the old adage that the best form of defense is attack. She moves lightly, forcing the Senator to turn with her as she circles and fires off a sharp rib kick every few seconds or so and following no set path around the ring. The Senator is a patient man, and will not be fooled into making any rash judgments; however, when AK comes close to the ropes he can’t pass up an opportunity to attack, and a swinging crescent kick out of nowhere sends AK toppling backward over the ropes. She grabs the top one and pulls herself up, but the Senator knows her well and is ready with a second crescent kick to unbalance her in the split second that she is poised to springboard off. AK is sent backward, and dropped rather unceremoniously to the outside mats; she doesn’t suffer too much from the landing, but the crowd laughs as the Senator wags a finger, admonishing her for the mistake and perhaps finding a little catharsis in the situation.
McNally: Hehe, Atomic wouldn’t win many rumbles with an elementary error like that.
Edison: Very true, Max, very true. Senator’s got control in the early stages, but can he keep it?
Picking herself up, AK can feel some of her recently acquired strains and bruises beginning to ache, but for now she’s able to put these to one side. She makes a dash around the ring and gets up on one of the turnbuckles; the Senator tracks her, so AK runs out along the ropes to the next corner and keeps going until she reaches the middle of the next side, whereupon she jumps off into crossbody and succeeds in bringing the Senator down. “Down”, however, is not the safest of places to be when facing a supreme mat technician, and the Senator capitalizes at once by applying a swift crossarmbar from a grounded position. This puts the brakes on things for a good 15 seconds or so while AK struggles to get free; she eventually manages it and nips back on to her feet, and the Senator follows suit. Knowing that she can’t allow her opponent to slow things too much, AK gets back into an attacking groove with a couple of roundhouse kicks that make the Senator wobble, only for the Senator to come back with his legendary chops and set the whole audience off into a festival of “Woooooo!”’s.
McNally: The most fearsome chops in ACW, heck, in ANY promotion!
Edison: Indeed, Max, they’re- Edison stops himself in the nick of time, and then fiddles with his mic to divert attention away from his near-slip. McNally just turns away to conceal his smile…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:34:19 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the Senator is chopping away like a lumberjack, which not only drains AK but also rules out underwired bras for the next couple of days. To redress the balance, she dodges the next chop and turns to deliver a powerful mule kick to the gut; the Senator is winded, and AK slips behind him and follows that up with an Atomic drop. While she’s in position, she takes a gamble and tries for a German Suplex, but the Senator resists, hits her with a couple of rapid elbows, and then shows her how it should be done, bridging the suplex over into a pin. RAF counts it, 1….- AK kicks a fraction before 2, and rolls out from the pin to be the first one up on her feet. The ropes are not far away, and she rushes at them, jumps to the second rope and then springs straight into a backflip, knocking Senator down before he can fully regain his feet. RAF counts, 1…..tw- it’s almost, but not quite a 2 count, and the crowd starts to become a little louder, sensing that the match is starting to evolve.
Edison: A couple of good pin attempts, there. I wouldn’t like to guess which way this one’s going…
McNally: I agree Eddie, this match is still an open book.
Both competitors are now shifting up a number of gears, and AK thinks back to the last time she and the Senator were one on one. She gets up, and as the Senator does the same, AK quickly clips his knee; the Senator drops to one knee, but won’t allow AK to pursue the same strategy uninhibited and quickly pushes himself back to a standing position, grasping AK before she can back off. The fans are getting louder, and a clear chant of “Sen-a-tor! Sen-a-tor!” can be heard; AK continues to hear it even as the Senator hits his Liberaliser (Full Nelson Bulldog/faceplant) and turns her over for the cover, 1….2…- she kicks free, but there is a throbbing sensation between her eyes from the move, and the Senator takes full advantage of her momentary weakness, lifting her up and then building the effects on the same parts of her body with the Turn of Events (Hangman’s swinging neckbreaker/facebuster). He pins again, and this time the count is definitely closer to the three than the two.
McNally: Yeow! What did you think of that one, Eddie?
Edison: It was… painful, yeah, that’s the only word for it.
McNally is faintly heard whispering “Aww, nuts!” as the Senator holds on to AK while they both stand, to prevent her from moving away from him. He delivers a few more chops, but is stopped when AK turns a feigned stagger into a twisting elbow to the side of his head, and the room spins for a second or two so that when the Senator’s vision stabilizes, he gets only a moment or so to readjust before AK comes off of the nearby ropes and hits a popular hurricanrana to the crowd’s delight. Those “Senator!” chant’s aren’t going away, though, and AK can’t help but admit that she’d be shouting along with everyone else if the situation were different. Unfazed, she makes a quick pin on her opponent, 1..2- Senator kicks, and AK is already back up. She gives him a couple of stomps to the knees and then jumps out of the way as the Senator tries to surprise her by flipping back on to his feet; AK makes a dash for the ropes, building up as much speed as she can, and as the Senator comes after her hoping to clothesline her down at a run as she rebounds, AK jumps straight to the top rope and somersaults off backward to gasps from the fans. She sails right over the top of her charging opponent, hits the mat with both feet at the instant the Senator rebounds, and then backflips into an all-out dropkick-
McNally: SWEET MOTHER MARY! That nearly took his head off…
Edison: DDAA- AAAAAAAMMMN, that was a killer shot!
The sound of McNally thumping the announce desk is masked by the simultaneous sound of the Senator smacking into the canvas. AK throws herself into the pin, quietly confident that she’s done enough, 1…..2…..-
McNally: Kickout on the verge of three!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:35:18 GMT -5
The crowd roars in surprise and pleasure as the Senator, bravest of the political big beasts, throws his shoulder up and kicks out. AK bites her lip, and can sense that the Senator is about to go on a serious attack; her instincts are not wrong, and the crowd is electrified as the Senator gives the assembled throngs a masterclass in pure power and unadulterated grace, every single chop or kick placed to total perfection so that to AK it seems as if she’s being assaulted by more than a single person, so swiftly come the blows. She does all she can to defend, but the Senator sweeps her defenses aside, and then sends the crowd into a low-earth orbit with the…
McNally: PAAARTISAN KIIICK!
Edison: All right Max, you’re doing this on purpose now, but it won’t work…
AK hits the mat with all her senses in total uproar, and something on an instinctive level kicks in so that she rolls the short distance to the edge of the ring and drops out of it before the Senator can make a cover. She lies on the outside mats and time seems to contract, for the next thing she is properly aware of is the Senator starting to pick her up. With a chill of surprise up her spine, she realizes that she would have been an easy target for a three count if she’d stayed in the ring, and this is something that the Senator is all too aware of. He doesn’t get angry or frustrated, but simply goes to the outside and brings AK back in. As he finally gets to make a cover, AK asks herself if she has anything left to bring to the table…
1…
2…
Edison: NO! Shoulder up, shoulder up!!
The noise in the arena now is absolutely extraordinary as AK gets back on her feet, and faces the Senator. This time, it’s not a question of duty, or destiny, or hate, or fame, or revenge… it’s simply about respect, for your opponent and for yourself. It’s a wonderful moment, the kind that you keep and hold inside you long after the event has passed… and then everything is movement and sound and light and color as AK and the Senator launch themselves forward. Kicks fly faster than can be counted, attack and counter attack, block and sidestep, until in the same sliver of a moment, they both see a chance to grab the prize with both hands…
AK’s kick connects with the Senator’s temple as the Senator’s foot strikes the side of her head; the shots are so hard that it’s almost as if someone has fired a gun. Both collapse, and Edison can restrain himself no longer-
Edison: AAAAAAAH! DDAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGEEROOOUUSS!!
McNally: YEEEESSS!!
Edison:………………….Oh, $%!*!
As the crowd watches, RAF begins a 10 count. The fans are all on their feet yelling, the Senator’s supporters now being matched by those who favor AK. The count proceeds, and as the fans watch, RAF reaches seven before either person starts to move. AK rolls over to the ropes, and tries to use them to get up, while the Senator relies on his own strength… but both have exhausted themselves, and they slip back to the mat as RAF reaches 9. He caps it off with the “10”, and the bell rings to signal the end of the match.
Philip: Wow! Umm, I mean… due to the failure of both competitors to answer the 10 count, this match is declared a draw by double KO! Therefore, Still ACW World Champion, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:36:54 GMT -5
AK and the Senator stay lying or sitting on the mats for several seconds, both completely exhausted from putting everything into the match. The crowd just keeps on cheering, and the chants of “Senator! Senator!” don’t stop, regardless of the fact that the match is over.
Both competitors slowly find their feet, watched over by RAF to ensure that there’s been no permanent damage. When they’re up, he presents AK with her belt back, and AK holds it close for a second or two, understanding how near she was to losing it. She feels elated, but also in a strange way sad, for she has always believed that the Senator would be a most worthy champion; and for precisely that reason, she also knows that it would have been wrong for her to give anything other than her absolute best.
It could probably be said that the outcome makes the Senator feel the effects of age more keenly, as well as the sting of defeat. But he still stands up tall with his head raised, and as AK comes over a handshake quickly becomes a hug of friendship, which gets a loud pop from the fans. Then they part, and the Senator heads to the ropes, leaving the way clear for AK to finish her celebrations. He has one foot through them when he suddenly gets a cold flash up his spine a split second before the sound of the crowd changes utterly, from cheering to outraged boos.
BK London has come out of the crowd without being spotted amidst everything else, and being fatigued from the match AK doesn’t see him coming. He snatches the title belt away, and smashes it into AK, knocking her down flat to the canvas. RAF sees it and yells at BK, but is quickly chased from the ring. BK looks extremely angry, as if the events of the last week combined with his loss this evening have brought him close to breaking point, and if anything even more wound up than when we last saw him backstage.
BK: You thought you’d got the best of me, didn’t you? Well guess what, I’m not going to take this crap any more! Who’s laughing now, bitch? This belt is mine, MINE, and-
Something on the edge of his vision makes BK look up… and he finds himself face to face with the Senator, who is giving him one of his most icy stares. BK, however, is in no mood to be intimidated by anyone.
BK: Get out of my face, grandpa!
The crowd boos fiercely; even the Senator is slightly taken aback by this.
Senator:….I beg your pardon?
BK either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about the tone of the Senator’s voice. He shoves him backward aggressively.
Edison: Whoa, did you see that?
McNally: London’s totally out of order here, Eddie…
The Senator takes a single step backward, but otherwise remains firm.
Senator: You’ve no business being out here, Mr. London. Kindly leave, or I shall be forced to compel you to do so.
The fans cheer loudly at this, and some people start shouting out “Filibustaahh!” and other suggestions. BK, though, snorts with contempt.
BK: What was that? Compel me? You couldn’t compel Bill Clinton to go down on a room full of pussy!
The crowd responds with a lower, darker surge of noise; they’re now getting seriously angry, and this just seems to spur BK on. He does not see the Senator’s fists starting to clench…
BK: You think you can tell me what to do, Phillips? Well listen up, I know you don’t hear so well these days, but try to stay with me. YOU’RE the one who has no business here, you’re old, you’re tired, and your best days are long gone. You think you got this shot because you had even the slightest chance of winning? Dream on. You’re a fossil of a bygone time, a dinosaur, and the sooner your species becomes extinct in ACW, the better. So come on, hit me if you can move without a zimmer frame, I dare you… what are you waiting for, you decrepit-
Everyone has their own level of tolerance for all sorts of things… and at that precise second, The Senator’s bullshit meter hits critical. He lashes out with a speed borne of pure anger, grabs the title belt that BK is holding still and tosses it aside so that it can’t be used as a weapon. BK is stunned, but the autopilot part of his brain readies itself to counter whatever might be coming his way, be it Filibuster or Partisan Kick…
…but to everyone’s utter amazement, the Senator does not retaliate with one of his staple moves. Instead, he lifts BK clean up into the air as if for a Northern Lights Bomb, and then twists himself around to bring BK down with absolute force into a Michinoku Driver II finish. The Senator holds nothing back, and BK has no way to protect himself from a move that neither he nor anyone else has seen used in an ACW ring before.
Edison: DDDDDDAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGEERRROOOOUUSSS!!!!!!!!!!
McNally: Oh my lord, I don’t believe it! The VICTORY DRIVER II!... and that’s another $100 you owe me, Eddie.
Edison: Don’t push your luck, Max…
There is almost anarchy in the arena; the fans go completely berserk, and in a matter of seconds the entire arena is chanting “HOLY SHIT!” and “SENATOR, SENATOR, SENATOR” at top volume. The Senator seems to be surprised at his own action, but stands up and simply stares at the fallen BK, whose eyes are glazed and half open. Completely KOed, he lies very still… until he starts to shudder and shake. On the outside RAF slides rapidly back into the ring, takes one look at BK, and then waves his arms to the back. A medical team comes running after a few seconds, and everyone else has to leave the ring as they try to assess what’s going on.
AK and the Senator stand and watch events quietly; AK half-saw the Victory Driver II as she was coming around, and looks concerned as she sees that BK’s condition is not improving all that much. The Senator too is not unfeeling toward BK, but is not about to shed tears or wail in distress; he and many others are of the opinion that BK has brought things to a head by his own actions.
The show ends with a shot of the medics getting BK on to a stretcher; there can be no doubting that he’s sustained a further head injury, but for now there is no way of telling what the outcome of this will be.
Will BK be fit enough to take his shot at the World Title on the 15th?
Will Latino’s path to Omega Effect be smooth, or rocky?
And how will the various stables of ACW deal with the effects of dissolving friendships and alliances?
Tune in to Warfare for the next installment in the twisted tales…
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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Post by BK London on May 4, 2006 16:40:42 GMT -5
Awesometastic show. Onto Warfare...
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