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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 11th May 2006
Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------------------
Elvir vs. Kriss Kross
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Dr. Doom vs. OnlyRedsFan
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Outlaw Jack vs. Dan White
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ACW Tag Title Match Flower Power vs. Demon Inc v2
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Torak vs. Hunter
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ACW International Championship Jonny Spade vs. Macho Man RDK
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Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Fallen Souls
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BK London vs. The Senator
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:49:08 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Blogs of Fury (Credit: Santiago)
Meltdown begins with its traditional music, pyro, and near-lethal crush of fans trying to get themselves on TV. As the show gets underway, “Remember the Name” hits the P.A. system, wasting no time here tonight.
Maxwell McNally: Oh great here comes the Corporate Jackasses.
‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Hey don’t talk about your boss like that! Ginger is a corporate genius, Predator is a charismatic enigma, and Jake Cheng is leading this group to success while B-…err Kurt Angle is off doing his stuff.
McNally: Hey Eddie, do your lips hurt?
Edison: From?
As these two talk, Jake Cheng walks out first with the Light-Heavyweight Title over his shoulder and Ginger and Predator follow.
McNally: Well just asking cause all this corporate ass kissing must be getting you tired.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome to the ring, the Light-Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng, Predator, and the Chairman of ACW, Ginger, The CORPORATE ALLIANCE!
The crowd boos, not liking Philip’s decision of addressing the names of these people. Every member of the Corporate Alliance present struts down to the ring, wearing their cocky smiles. Ginger and Predator make their way into the ring as Jake walks all the way around and grabs the mic from Philip who had just left the ring. Jake throws the title over the top rope and slides in as the music fades.
Jake: Shut up…….Shut up….SHUT UP PEOPLE! Now listen up and listen good. Tonight we may not have a match but I was appointed leader, and with that it is my responsibility to keep things in order, I have to keep this stable motivated. So this is my pep talk for the ni-
“Loser” by Beck suddenly hits and it stops Jake right in his tracks. He then rolls his eyes while Gary comes scrambling out from the back with a mic in his hand.
Jake: Gary...
Gary: You….You
Jake: Gary….just turn around.
The music cuts off and the panting Gary tries to speak.
Gary: You monsters!
Jake: Gary just go……
Gary: No! I know what you three have been doing and if these people haven’t seen it then they’re all about to find out the truth too!
Jake: Gary what are you talki-
A loud thud is heard as Predator throws his hand on the mic and rips it away from Jake.
Predator: Gary! I’m the most charismatic man in ACW. I was the former FALLOUT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION and was almost once again the ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPI-
Gary: Mike, show it!
Suddenly, a letter pops up onto the Alphatron, interrupting Predator making him irate.
Predator: You….You NEVER interrupt the Predator! My Pred-Heads will all be disappointed not hearing me finish.
Ginger rips the mic away.
Ginger: Gary what the hell is this?
Gary: Look and find out you jackass!
The crowd kind of laughs for a moment since they’ve never seen Gary in this kind of mood before. The letter on the screen becomes larger and everyone begins to read.
Dear my beloved fans, I am afraid to say that ever since April 29th, Fallen Heroes, my whole life has gone downhill. You know, I never thought I would get into this e-blogging but it seems as if this is my only resort right now, talking from behind the bush. You see, it started with the loss of my International Title. RDK was a worthy opponent and I congratulate him on the victory. I thought the loss of it would just mark history since that 114 day reign would go down in history as ACW’s longest International Title reign, however no, it was just the beginning of a downfall. Later that night, I went back out to the arena floor to try to earn my shot at Omega Effect for the World Title, little did I know it was just a matter of time before a 12 inch blade would be stabbed into my back. That match is where it all came crashing down…..literally. My former partner, with assistance had thrown me out of the ring. I had crashed down about 25-30 feet to the arena floor, going through a table on the way. I thought to myself, “Wait, it’s the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, every man for himself, that explains everything.” But no…I was wrong. The next Meltdown after it, I was ready to come back into action but no, BK London or Kurt Angle however the hell he thinks he is wouldn’t allow me to. They actually had security keep me out of the building. Then, last Warfare, I had to have security escort me to a doctor who didn’t even know what he was talking about. Now I sit here with a cast upon my unharmed arm and now it gets better. This morning, I go out to the mailbox and what do I find? My ACW paycheck, I open it and what do I find? I find a minimum wage paid to me. Fans, friends, ACW, I beg of you. Help fight this crisis which is the Corporate Alliance, for somewhere, justice lies, just waiting to be found. Hurt and Betrayed, Santiago Rivera
The crowd begins booing the Corporate Alliance as Jake holds the mic away from his mouth and Ginger stares at Jake with a frantic look in his eyes.
Gary: So Ginger, what is this all about?
Ginger: Gary it’s none of your business, so you can take yourself, go backstage, get a water, get something to eat, then keep your nose off the internet and out of our business.
Gary stares at Ginger but Ginger doesn’t budge, giving his stern, chairman look into Gary’s eyes. Gary, depressed, walks backstage and the crowd boos towards the chairman. A Gary chant is started. Gary looks out into the crowd but sees Ginger’s irate face and continues backstage, not wanting to lose his job.
Ginger: Now…Jake, you were say-
Gary: NO! Hold this train up!
Gary comes back from behind the curtain as the crowd erupts.
Gary: This isn’t right sir! Why would you cut his paycheck from so much to a basic wage I could get mopping floors at McDonalds?
Ginger: Gary I swear….
Gary: Ya know, corruption goes on in business so much and now here’s my chance to stop at least one piece of it!
Edison: Did Gary just say something intelligent?
Ginger: Gaaaaryyyy.
Ginger is getting angrier and angrier by ever word Gary continues saying.
Gary: So Ginger! Why would you do this? Hmm? This was a partner of yours and now he’s sitting at home getting about 15 bucks a week, unable to even enter this arena, what is that al-
Ginger: IT’S A LOCK ON HIS CONTRACT, OKAY?
Jake’s eyes bug out as he swings his head at Ginger then Ginger realizes he had snapped and revealed something.
Ginger: Yeah….that’s right, I said it. I put a lock on his contract.
Gary: So what does..
Ginger: Before you ask, I’ll tell you what it means Gary! It means that Santiago will be sitting home on his couch, wasting away, receiving minimum wage until his contract runs out. Then, I won’t resign him, thus making our plan complete. Happy?
Gary: Actually yes….because know the truth has been revealed and I know for sure that I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that the Iron Man will return to the ring.
Ginger: Yeah you go ahead and try that Gary so in the end you AND Santiago can end up losing your jobs.
Gary starts backing off with a smirk on his face as Jake looks shocked at Ginger revealing his plan, Ginger looks irate, and Predator looks cocky like always, not really even paying attention.
Scene begins to fade as “Loser” hits and Gary makes his leave.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:50:22 GMT -5
Segment Name: Who's first? (Credit: Elvir)
Over ACW’s sound system Philip asks the crowd to welcome “The Archangel of Anarchy” Elvir. The arena goes dark, as the intro of Disturbed's Liberate blazes out of ACW's sound system white lights flash all over the arena, The ACW crowd look to the Alphatron in sheer intrigue who is making an unexpected entrance. Out from the curtains steps Elvira, with his head bowed down ignoring ACW's faithful fans. He slowly ascends the ring steps and enters the ring. He drops to his knees in the centre of the ring in silent prayer, he walks to the side of the ring and snatches the microphone out of the ACW Crew Member's hand.
The unnamed stranger looks disgustedly at the ACW faithful giving the impression that they are physically making him feel sick, the crowd noticing this loudly jeer and boo the newcomer who becomes increasingly enraged by their lack of respect for him.
Elvir: “Greetings worthless peons.”
ACW’s fans boo at the notion that they are worthless peons.
Elvir: “I came here to Alpha Championship Wrestling, because my master told me to, he said he foresaw great things for me here. He said he foresaw many people for me to maim and hurt, many un-liberated people for me to liberate and many, many opponents to defeat in the ring.”
The boos and jeers continue.
Elvir: ”You people make me sick, I came here to help you people, to convert you to my way of life, but now your fate is sealed. I don’t have time to waste on you ignoramuses, I…”
Before Elvir can finish his sentence, the lights cut out and we hear the sound of lightning striking, a video appears on the Alphatron, the setting of this video becomes clear as the camera follows a path through a dark and eerie graveyard marked by candles along the ground. The path ends at a freshly dug grave, by this grave a cloaked man is stood, the camera focuses in on this man whose face is hidden by darkness and shadows. He raises his left arm and points the camera to the name on this newly dug grave. The camera can’t see the name on the gravestone until a flash of lightning illuminates the name on the stone and it is…… ACW newcomer Kriss Kross!!!! The cloaked man laughs demonically as the camera fades to black and we are brought back to the ring. In the centre of the ring is Elvir, he is knelt down bowing to the video of his master. He stands in the centre of the ring and picks up the mic.
Elvir: “It appears that my master wishes Kriss Kross to be my first victim, then so it shall be and so it shall come to pass. Kriss Kross tonight you will face the bastard son of sin and you will be liberated!”
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:51:02 GMT -5
Segment: Contrary to Popular Belief... (Credit: FSX, Senator)
As the show continues, Steve Phillips is seen sitting at his desk in the Senatorial Office, when a certain individual makes his entrance into the room...
FSX: Well well well....If it isn't the one and only Senator! About time I met up with you again!
The Senator: Hello, Fallen, it is certainly a good thing to see you here. I am truly sorry that I have not had time to properly welcome you back to the Stable, and ACW, but...
FSX: No, no don't think anything of it.. We both have had busy schedule's to deal with, and besides, with my return the stable is finally once again as it should be.
Senator: Indeed it is, my friend. You know, if you are looking for something to do...
FSX: What, already sending me work, too, is that it? I'm no errand boy you know...
Senator: No, no, of course not, what I was meaning to say, is that while you were away off doing whatever you were doing, the Senatorial Stable managed to rack up quite the amount of gold here. Now, right now, our Senatorial supply has been rather depleted. I think that we need to reclaim what is rightfully ours. You up for a challenge?
FSX: Always.
Senator: Not that long ago, we happened to lose the ACW Tag Team Titles, and Lex De La Rocha. The team...
There is a long pause, Fallen gawks for a moment.
FSX: I mean, you do understand I've had a grand total of ONE Tag-team match in the past....year and a half or so..kind of alot to ask.
Senator: I realize this, and they do say that Flower Power can not be defeated. Even so, you always were one to defer the popular belief, and this seems like the perfect occasion for you to do so once again.
FSX: Good point...Well, how about this; If the opportunity arises, I'll be sure to take it, but you'll owe me.
Senator: Splendid! Speaking of debts...what is this again about my phone bills skyrocketing, and all these angry messages that I have been receiving?
FSX: Woah...I guess there was a rip in the time space continuum and some events took place...freaky.
Senator: Events?
FSX:....er...Well, I've got...to…catch...a...train! Yeah, a train!
FSX departs hastily from the room, as the Senator shakes his head.
Senator: Train? Hmph, last I checked, there are no train tracks for miles from here...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:51:53 GMT -5
Match 1: Elvir vs. Kriss Kross (Credit: Elvir)
The ring crew are ready and waiting for the upcoming match between the two debutants.
Philip: This first match is scheduled for one fall and introducing first from Kansas City, Missouri weighing in at 198 pounds, Kris Kross!
The arena goes dark, Killing in the Name of begins to play as a green strobe light begins to flicker throughout the entire arena making it hard to see. Smoke fills the entrance ramp, and a figure runs out from the back. A Green spot light hovers over the figure, who is dancing wildly and taunting the crowd while walking down the ramp towards the ring. However before he can enter the ring he is blindsided from behind by Elvir.
Eddie: Elvir is attacking his opponent before the match has even begun here McNally!!
McNally: It’s not the most sportsmanlike of all tactics but I don’t think he gives a damn.
Outside the ring Elvir is viciously stomping on the back of Kris , who is making a vain attempt to get to a vertical base, Elvir drags Kris up by his long hair as his foe desperately tries to free himself, this frustrates Elvir who hits a vicious clothesline to the back of the neck which send Kris crashing to the floor. Elvir is slowly raised to his feet and is whipped hard into the steel steps at ringside. Elvir removes his long overcoat and angrily tosses it away. Keen to dish out more punishment he lays Kris on the bottom half of the steps, he picks up the top half and slowly raises it above his head.
Eddie: My God what’s he doing? Don’t do it, don’t do it!!!
Elvir smashes the steps onto the head of Kris who is now lying motionless under the steel sandwich in which he is the meaty filling. The referee calls for the bell Elvir seems unfazed by this and tosses the ring-steps off his foe laughing manically at the fallen Kris Kross.
Philip: Upon instructions from the official in charge tonight Jacob Jones this match is a No Contest.
McNally: Get some help out here, he showed up here tonight without intending to actually wrestle a match, he came here to punish his opponent.
Eddie: This is just a brutal beat-down of an unsuspecting opponent, this is sick.
Elvir lifts Kris and drags him towards the Alphatron hitting him with a hard Overhead Belly to Belly Brainbuster on the entrance stage, Kris is laying there motionless as members of Security come to assist Kris but they are thrown down the ramp and hit with rights and lefts, Elvir clearly has something on his mind here as he lifts up Kris from behind and heads for the edge of the stage, he lifts Kris for a reverse suplex but instead of hitting it he cradles Kris by grabbing his leg, Elvir then tosses Kris from the stage and through the lighting equipment table.
Eddie: DAAAAAANNNNGGRROUUSSS! Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man! McNally: That was sick, my god, get this man an ambulance!
At this point even more security move towards Kris but chose a different route when they see the demonic look on Elvir’s face. Now with a microphone in hand Elvir looks proudly at the destruction he has caused
Elvir: “Now that I have your attention. I want ACW’s brass to look upon the destruction that I have caused here tonight and take note, I did not come to ACW to face off against peons like Kris Kross. My abilities far surpass those of this lowly piece of crap. I am not here to waste my time in matches with these insignificant shits!! My master did not send me here to face greenhorns, he sent me here to dominate this promotion and I demand that next week I am given an opponent who worthy to step foot in the squared circle with the bastard son of sin! Consider my message signed, sealed and delivered by hand from The Archangel of Anarchy to you imbeciles in the back”
Elvir tosses the mic onto the fallen Kris Kross who is now surrounded by medic who have lifted him onto a stretcher and are preparing to wheel him to the ambulance, seeing an opportunity to cause more pain he jumps down from the stage and viciously pushes over the stretcher causing more pain to the now incapacitated Kris Kross, Elvir climbs back onto the stage shouts obscenities at the fans who are loudly booing and jeering him for what he did tonight
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:52:43 GMT -5
Segment: MachoMania Returns! (Credit: RDK) We come back to hear "Macho Man" blare through the speakers and the crowd go insane as the ACW International Champion makes his way through the curtain, his championship draped over his shoulder. He is wearing one of his best suits, he is clearly happy over his victory which he is still celebrating from Fallen Heroes. Hence his recent absence. He bears his sunglasses as well as his cocking eyebrow as he enters the ring and reveals a mic in tow. He goes to a turnbuckle and raises the championship to the crowd...OoOoOoOoH YEAAAAAAAH!!!!The crowd applaud and cheer as RDK poses with the belt in the air for photo shots. Thousands of flashes are made before he jumps down to the mat and walks towards the middle, looking around.Randy: OoOoH Yeaaah! The Macho Man is poppin' bubbly tonight brudahs! You are looking at the NEW AYYY-CEEE-DUBYAH INTERNATIONAL CHAMPEEEON! And brudahs, I'll be damned if MachoMania dies anytime soon, you betta believe that it is still going strong! The Macho Man went low for the last few months, but hes back, and with The International Championship around his waist, or in this case, over my shoulder brudahs, I promise to hold another era of MachoMania! Oooooh BRUDAH!The crowd cheers and RDK holds the title up once more....Randy: Now in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, The Macho Man didn't win, but hell did he put up a fight! Sunday Monday Happy Days, chitty chitty bang bang, Michael Hayes! It don't matter brudah, macho or nacho, I still made it a rumble to rememba brudahs, oooooh and brudah, lemme tell ya somethin' else brudah, The Macho Man is looking for all types of challenges in the world today, if that ain't something else!RDK takes a breath as he rants around the ring...Randy: Jabronis here and there, don't know where they belong, The Macho Man will sort them all out brudahs! I have been taking and making the names in the ACW since day one! Now I wouldn't say that creating BK London to be all he is today is an accomplishment brudahs, but I am guilty of the responsibility! That's one thing for sure! Santiago used to be my brudah from another mudah, but he stabbed me in the back! So I sent the sumbitch to the depths of shit brudahs, AND TOOK HIS INTERNATIONAL TITLE! OOOOOH YEEAAAAH FOR ALLLLLLL MY MACHOMANIACS!RDK shakes his head vigourosly and machos up infront of the crowd, strapping his International title now around his waist....Randy: I've made countless other names, but I don't need to repeat, the history, it's written in the books! The Macho Man knows for a fact that he is capable of ending and beginning things in an instant! I am a superstar! I am the icon of the A-C-W! I am currently the holder of which is now the most prestigous championship in ACW! Why is is the most prestigous brudahs? Why, it has had the longest feud for it so far this year, and not to mention brudahs, that I am the one holding it! MACHO MAN RANDY DALLAS KANYON SAYS, IF YOUR ALICIA, DELICIA, RAWT IN A POT, JAKE THE MISTAKE OR SOUR SHOWER...don't even matter if you're gonna cower, I AM STILL THE UNDISPUTED AND NUMBER ONE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION OF THIS COMPANY! THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP IS THE NOW MOST SOUGHT AFTER CHAMPIONSHIP IN OUR FEDERATION! IT IS NOW THE MACHO MAN'S PROPERTY! I AM ACW'S TRUE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! EXCEPT ME, FOR MACHOMANIA, HAS BEGUN BRUDAHS!The crowd is ballistic, they haven't had a hardcore Macho Man promo like this in a long while....Randy: ...But there are still, more pressing issues to attend to! The Macho Man has to fight all challengers, you know it! Tonight the People's Champion will be taking on, the mat slipping, small tipping, thinks he runs the parade, his career is a sharade, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, his name is Jonnnnnny Spaaaaade!RDK points at the titantron as a picture of Jonny Spade shows up on the screen.....Randy: Well gee I guess we played the wrong picture brudahs, but thats okay! I don't care what card he has up his sleeve, it's gonna be a wrestling match, and I'll be damned if hes gonna wear a turtle neck sweater to the ring! I bleed and I sweat, I cry and try, I macho up, and I perservere over jabronis every single day of the goddamned, whos your mother now, WEEK! Zoomin' through the streets and up the alley, Jonny Spadaaaaaaaa, you just gotta make a few more left and right turns, before you land yourself, at the one and only, famous for ribs, homies and their cribs, couldn't you tell, ITS THE MACHO HOTEL! You bring the eggs, I'll bring the ketchup brudah! It's gonna be fork and knife, slice and pitch, you know it jabroni! So tonight, HERE IN THIS VERY RING, THE MACHO MAN WILL PIN JONNY SPADE FOR THE ONE TWO THREE, AND RETAIN THE ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOORRRRLLLLD! OoOoOoOoOoOoH YEEEEAAAAAAAAH MACHO-MAYUNNNNNN!!!!RDK sighs as he throws the mic down and raises his arms to the crowd to a huge response before rolling out and walking to the back. His message has been sent, but can The Macho Man stand up to the power of Jonny Spade?
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:53:28 GMT -5
Match 2: Dr. Doom vs. OnlyRedsFan
Back in the arena, Philip is waiting to announce the next match.
Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Irkutsk, Sibera… Dr. Doom!
”Hymn to the Soviet Union” plays, and Doom receives a somewhat frosty reception from the fans. The Doctor ignores this, and walks to the ring at his own pace, entering it and removing his cloak before awaiting his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio… the OnlyRedsFan!
The fans boo once again as “Reptile” hits. Red comes out and flips off the fans; he’s in no mood to put up with any abuse and stalks to the ring. Doom regards him coolly, and Red gives him a glare in return as he gets up on the turnbuckles before returning to the centre of the ring. Philip exits, and the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Red’s had a lot of tension to cope with over the past couple of shows; his partnership with Tornado having crashed and burned, he has a slightly stressed look on his face as he moves in on the solid figure of Doom. What Doom thinks of things is always very hard to tell due to the mask he wears, but Red could scarcely care less about that as he delivers a string of kicks to Doom’s chest and gut. Doom responds by whipping Red away from him and going for a standing clothesline as Red comes back, but Red ducks underneath this and continues on to the other side of the ring. Doom paces forward, and as Red rebounds a second time, Doom delivers a neat turning spinebuster; Red hits hard, but rolls up on to his feet and stifles the pain, catching Doom on the hop and executing a calf kick to the neck that makes Doom stumble. Red follows up with a dropkick to the face, and then makes the first pin of the match, earning himself about a 1.5 count. Doom pushes him away and hops back on to his feet, and as Red nears for a fresh attack Doom hits him with a string of fast kicks, creating a window so that he can switch to a mix of arm wrenches and a shoulder breaker or two. Red toughs this out until he can whip Doom away from him, but it’s clear as he holds his shoulder that Doom’s attacks are quickly mounting to create a nasty cumulative effect. Doom comes back quickly and breaks through Red’s defenses to hit a Northern Lights suplex; he makes a cover and gets a 2 count, and a swift knee to the lower abdomen from Red while they are both still on the mat.
Red gets back quickly on his feet, and while Doom is also rising Red lashes him with a number of mid-kicks. He then sends Doom into the corner and rushes in for a splash, but Doom turns his shoulder to him and braces, and Red does as much damage to himself as he does to his opponent. Doom continues to target the arms and upper body of Red, with more arm wrenches and an armdrag-to-armbar combination; Red feels it, and relies more and more on his kicking strength, taking advantage of the fact that Doom has to maintain a certain proximity to him. As Doom takes more hits, he tries to create breathing space for himself, whipping Red away from him; as Red reaches the ropes he halts his motion, and then quickly leaps over the ropes so that he can springboard off of them. He makes the crowd pop for his body scissors-to-Ace Crusher combination, and hurries to make the pin, 1..2..- Doom kicks out, but Red is on a charge and continues to strike Doom as he gets back on his feet. Doom, though, is gathering his strength; he picks his moment and then clips out Red’s knee, elbowing him at the same time so that Red is set up perfectly for the Cold Snap (step-up enziguri). Red pitches over, and Doom makes the pin, 1….2…- Red gets his shoulder up at the last moment, and Doom decides that it’s time to make the critical play. He gets up and as Red does the same, he executes an Unprettier which he holds on to transition into a Cattle Mutilation for the Iron Curtain I. The fans yell loudly as Red flails and tries to escape, but the hold is rock-solid and after a few moments Red has no option but to tap out under the intense pain. The referee calls for the bell.
Philip: Here is your winner via Submission… Dr. Doom!
Doom stands up, and does not even look back at his opponent as he holds up his arms. The fans boo his cold attitude, but Doom does not seem bothered. The referee helps Red back up as Doom starts his way up the ramp.
Fade out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:54:44 GMT -5
Segment: Request…DENIED! (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens we get a quick shot of the sold out crowd in the ACW arena. The fans are just excited as ever to see what else will unfold tonight on a night where anything happens. Kurt Angle's theme blares out the speakers, and it appears to be that special looped version. You know that version where the beginning plays 3 times and you’re like WTF, yeah that one. BK walks through the curtain, and it appears he has gotten more into his Kurt Angle character. He now walks onto the stage, not only with a black, white, red, and blue themed tights, but he has shaved his hair. He walks out onto the stage and raises his arms and the pyro blasts in the air. In unison with the beat the crowd still manages to chant "You Suck" as BK makes his way into the ring. He follows up with a customary Angle spinning thing before grabbing a mic from Philip.
BK: This Monday on Warfare, Kurt Angle made his ACW debut. A debut that will go down in the annals of time in the record books as the most impressive ACW debut EVER. But you know what makes this debut so special, what makes this debut so.....so ..so ground-breaking? Is that it's only the beginning.
BK looks around at the crowd and they are clueless to what this man is rambling about.
BK: ...starting tonight, I plan on dominating each member of the ACW roster until I get to the top. And at the top, I take what rightfully belongs to me and that the ACW World Title and then - and only - I shall be able to claim myself as the SEVEN TIME World Champion!
BK follows up with a customary raise of the arms and a Kurt Angle like "AAAARROOOAR!". In mid-roar the melodic tunes of "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor. The crowd immediately starts booing the Corporate Alliance, probably the most hated alliance in ACW history, as all three members strut down to the ring with the confidence of a thousand men. BK is not sure what to think of their upcoming presence but he takes no chances as he plops in his black mouthpiece and gets into his fighting stance.
Jake: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Mr. Angle sir, chill out. Put that mouthpiece....uh...back where you had it? Wherever that is. We've come to you with a business proposition. Tell him Ging..
The trio finally enter the ring and they surround the Olympic Gold Medalist. BK continues to be very cautious, even with this light approach from the stable.
Ginger: Ah yes, Mr. Angle. Well let's get to the point of this. Us, The Corporate Alliance, would like to extend an invitation to you…to join our exclusive group.
BK: Wait, you want me, Kurt Angle, Olympic Gold medalist and SIX time World Champion, to join The Corporate Alliance?
Jake: This guy is bright.
BK: Hmmm....well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that offer.
Ginger: And why would you do that?
BK: Well, frankly to be honest....you guys look like a bunch of freaks!
A huge pop from the crowd follows this.
BK: I mean look at you, you've got carrot-top over here, Connie Chung on the left, and I don't know you but I'm sure you’re a freak as well.....
Predator looks around like 'What the hell' and a huge pop emerges from the crowd. Jake and Ginger look at one another, as if they half expected such a response.
Jake: Oh, I’m sorry, but we insist.
Jake Cheng drops his title on the mat beside him and closes towards BK, Ginger does the same and now Pred follows, but unwillingly.
BK now begins to get back in his wrestling stance, ready for anything that could spring upon him. Jake makes the first move as he connect with one of his kicks to his abdomen and reluctantly Predator jumps in. He is still uncomfortable attacking the same man who made him who he is today, but it's for the good of the stable. BK, isn't a person who takes an asskicking though, he starts fighting back with stiff fists to both Predator and Jake. Predator falls down on the canvas and now BK starts blasting Jake with right hands. Jake reels back until he gets onto the ropes and now sends him off the ropes before tossing him across the ring with a Overhead Belly to Bell Suplex. Jake holds his back and now BK rises up and does his signature roaring/raise arms taunt. Ginger runs up behind him and clubs him with a forearm but it proves to be nearly ineffective.
Slowly BK turns around towards the bold chairman and starts approaching him. Ginger slowly backs up until he is backed up into the corner. The crowd is loving every minute of this moment, and they lick their lips in anticipation of seeing the conniving chairman getting his ass handed to him. Just as he is about to strike him, Predator kicks his former teacher in the groin from behind. BK drops on the ground like a sack of bricks and both Jake and Predator start stomping him out, along with Ginger. The crowd starts to boo… But help is on its way in the unlikely form of ACW's current World Champion, Atomic Kitsune.
She sprints down to the ring and upon entering, she takes it to Predator. Ginger and Jake quickly see what's happening and they retreat out of the ring before anything happens to them. Predator continues to get his ass handed to him by the World Champion and now she winds him up for the EMP. Predator staggers around and nearly walks into it but Jake and Ginger pull him out the ring from under the bottom rope. The crowd continues to boo for this treacherous trio and AK steps back, wanting more of the Corporate Alliance but she bumps into BK. As she turns around the two engage in a very heated stare off in the center of the ring… It’s impossible to tell what is passing through each of their minds at this precise moment.
After what seems like an age, BK makes the title around the waist gesture and AK simply nods and smiles. BK slips out the ring and makes his way to the back, not taking his eyes off of AK.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:55:27 GMT -5
Segment: Repercussions (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen standing in one of the many hallways of the ACW Arena alongside recently re-instated interviewer, Kevin Anderson.
Anderson: Hello, this is Kevin Anderson, ace reporter, and I'm here alongside Senator Steve Phillips.
The Senator: It is good to see you here again, Kevin, I believe that ACW broadcasts have been quite lacking in your absence.
Anderson: Thank you...so then, I was just meaning to ask you, how does it feel to have, in the last few weeks, suffered an embarrassing elimination in the Fallen Heroes battle royale, having failed to have defeated Alicia Kitsune in a title match, and having put BK London in the hospital with a move that could have caused him permanent damage! Not only that, but your contract situation...
Senator: Aye...ACW broadcasts sure have been lacking, but perhaps that was not exactly a negative situation...
Anderson: What about the questions? The people demand answers!
Senator: I believe that I am a better judge of what the people want, with my political experience and all. Anyway, if it would make this interview shorter, and placate you, I shall get to the meat of things here. Yes, I was embarrassed at Fallen Heroes. I worked hard to discipline myself, but my training was for naught. Yes, the count out in the title match with Alicia was not the best moment of my career, but I conducted myself with honor, and put on one heck of a match, and in the end, is that not what really matters? Even with that setback, I have been able to defeat the bizarre Rabid Jakalope, and more impressively, before that, I came off a win over the Macho Man RDK, a clean win over one of the most solid competitors that ACW has ever seen.
Anderson: Don't you disagree with RDK, and everything he stands...
Senator: No, I do not prefer the "sports entertainment" approach to the struggles in the squared circle, but I can surely appreciate RDK and the heart that he shows every time he steps into the ring. RDK is special, and someone who I believe ACW should go to great lengths to promote and retain.
Anderson: And I almost forgot, what about the attack by the Great KUDA?
Senator: His time shall come, but for now I have more pressing concerns...
Anderson: Yes! BK London!
Senator: Before you say anything else, I do not feel any remorse for what I did to him. I will tell you this, I have never had so many people in the back congratulate me more for any other action I have taken here in ACW, than I did for that well timed Victory Driver II. BK may be an excellent athlete, but he is also the single most arrogant individual on the roster, and let me tell you this, and this is from someone who perhaps could take second place in that running, BK has transcended mere arrogance and taken it to a new level. I have had countless individuals, from in ring competitors, to backstage workers, to fans, and even a few constituents, that I not only made the right choice, but I became a hero by taking BK down a notch. Look, as far as I can tell, he can still walk, he can still talk, and if he really has adapted a new personality, well, really, I think it might just be for the better. I sympathize with Mr. London's family, but at the same time, I most certainly do not feel his pain.
Anderson: Well, I think that you should feel horrible for what you did, and I think that you should be afraid tonight...
Senator: I very well should, but at this point in my career, I think I usually know how to handle myself. Shoot, with his new personality, BK has become quite the predictable person to face in the ring. I think I should be able to take advantage of this.
Anderson: I don't think you really can overcome his sheer athletic brilliance, but anyway, about your contract situation.
Senator: Yes, I will be dealing with that over the next two weeks or so. Chairman Gingerdude might be one heck of a stubborn, power-hungry dictator here in ACW, but at the same time, he is a businessman, and he knows that it is in his best interests to solve the situation. Now then, is that all that you have to ask me?
Anderson: Well, there is the matter of...
The Senator looks at his watch, and does a double take.
Senator: Wait! Time is running late, and I have places to go, things to do! My apologies, but I simply must cut this interview short...and that, my friend, is nothing...but the truth!
Steve Phillips heads off, leaving Kevin Anderson alone with the camera.
Anderson: Ok, so, that was Senator Steve Phillips, and this is ACW's top interviewer, Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson, back to you, Maxwell, Eddie!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:56:18 GMT -5
Match 3: Outlaw Jack vs. Dan White (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns to the air, the Outlaw, Jack Connor is already seen pacing in the ring.
Maxwell McNally: Outlaw Connor has quite the contest ahead of himself tonight, as he faces one of the toughest, most versatile men in ACW, the Welsh Dragon, Dan White!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, certainly, I know that Dan'll win this!
McNally: And how do you know this?
Edison: Easy, he's younger by at least fifty years! I bet Connor was riding dinosaurs back in the day!
McNally: Eddie, you're incorrigible...
Suddenly, the Welsh National Anthem(Remix) plays, as Dan White makes his way to the ring.
Phillip: Hailing from Cardiff, Wales, the Welsh Dragon, Dan White!
White makes his way into the ring, and the bell sounds. The Outlaw motions for a handshake, but the Welsh Dragon slaps it aside, with an angry look on his face. The Outlaw, for his part, did not come back to active competition to be treated like this, and responds with an overhand chop to his opponent's chest. White immediately responds with a sharp elbow smash to Connor's head. The old veteran, though, disregards the strike, and retaliates with a clubbing blow to his opponent's neck, and a knife-edge to the chest, sending White staggering against the ropes. The Outlaw closes in, and catches a weak toe kick from the Welsh Dragon...but that's a mistake, as Dan White snaps up with a Royal KO leg feed enzuigiri. Connor stumbles back, and falls in an exaggerated manner out of the ring.
McNally: It looks like the Outlaw has not properly scouted his opponent, and paid the price right there with that back brain kick...wait...look out, the Dragon's going to fly!
Sure enough, Dan White runs off the opposite ropes, and on the return, flies over the top, sending Connor into the guardrail with a plancha! Referee Keiji Makabe starts the count...
...1
...2
...3
...4
Both men get up on the outside, White making his way to the apron...
...6
...7
Just as the Welsh Dragon begins to climb, the Outlaw pulls him down, and rolls into the ring himself...
...8
...9
...Somehow, Dan White leaps into the ring at the last split second! Even so, he only makes it in to meet a nice ol' elbow drop from his opponent right on the back of the neck. Connor reaches over, pulling White's jaw and nose back in a rather dirty rear chinlock variation, letting go when told to do so by Makabe. Both men back off, but that does not last for long, as White charges in with a leaping leg lariat, catching Connor in the throat with the move, and dropping him to the mat. The Welsh Dragon wastes no time, locking in a Pace Drop scissored kata hajime, and slowly choking his opponent out. Connor fights back in the hold, managing to get up to a seated position, but is not able to go anywhere from there. White relishes having control of the match, shouting various obscenities at his opponent, as Keiji Makabe checks on him. Connor tries to elbow out, but is unable to do so, and as his face turns a shade of purple, his arm starts to go limp. Makabe waves his hand in Connor's face(not in a Cena taunt), and decides to check further on the competitor, raising his arm once...and it drops.
Makabe raises the arm a second time...
The arm falls limp for a second time in a row!
Edison: Yeah, that's how you do it, put that old fossil in the museum where he belongs!
McNally: You better wait on that, Makabe's lifting the arm once more, and an old vetern like Connor should know what to do here!
Sure enough, Makabe lifts the arm for one last and final time, and if it drops, the match is over...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:56:59 GMT -5
...But it's not! Connor raises his arm in the air, and with one huge burst of concentrated effort, stands up, running at the turnbuckle, turning on impact, and smashes his opponent into the corner, finally escaping the submission hold! The Outlaw and the Welsh Dragon simultaneously collapse from the combination of the impact and exhaustion, and Makabe considers going for a ten count, but seeing movement, thinks otherwise. White is the first man up, and he takes full advantage of it, rushing over, kicking his opponent in the ribs. Connor rolls over on the kick, only opening himself up to another running kick. White, without some effort, lifts his opponent to his feet, and delivers The Burst, a poking hand to the flabby gut of his opponent. The Welsh Dragon laughs for a moment, before hitting a thrusting kitchen sink knee, dropping Connor to his hands and knees again. White takes the time to go over to the close corner, removing not just the top turnbuckle pad, but also the middle and even the bottom ones.
Edison: Oh man, it looks like the Welsh Dragon is setting up for one of his deadly rushing corner kicks...but which one?
McNally: He sure did waste quite a bit of time, there, setting that up, however, and Connor's up on his feet!
As White turns around, he unfortunately meets with a jumping right knee to the head, which sends him off the ropes. Connor catches him on the return, connecting with an atomic drop, and chains it into a backdrop suplex. Both Connor and White get to their feet at the same time, Connor sending White back down with a sharp jab to the chin. White rolls to his feet, only to meet with a high angle scoop slam. Connor drops an elbow into a pin...
...1
...2
...Dan White kicks out with ease! The Outlaw charges in, going for a lariat, but misses, receiving a kick to the gut instead. The Welsh Dragon goes for a swinging neckbreaker, swinging around 360 degrees, turns again, and hits the Three Strikes. White then heads up to the top rope, and as his opponent stumbles to his feet, leaps off, sending him back down with...
Edison: Now That's Entertainment, a diving swing hurricanrana!
The Welsh Dragon once again picks his opponent up, attempting to hammer throw him into the opposite ropes, but is countered. White, though, is still in control, handspringing off the ropes, and hitting a deadly Pele Kick on the return, immediately covering for the pin...
...1
...2
...Connor barely kicks out! White lifts his opponent to his feet again, throwing the near arm over his shoulder and pointing to the crowd.
McNally: The Welsh Dragon’s setting up for what looks to be the Stunt Bomb…
White, though, pauses too long, and Connor elbows out, turning round, and quickly lifts his opponent up in the air for a brainbuster.
McNally: And now Connor’s going for his Outlaw’s Spike Brainbuster!
However, Connor makes a similar mistake, stalling too long, which allows White to float over, and behind into a rear waistlock. The Welsh Dragon puts his opponent in a rear facelock, and drops a swift elbow, completing the Last Hurrah, covering for the pin…
…1
…2
And then…
Right when Makabe’s arm lifts up after the two count, the distinctive intro to RDK’s version of “Macho Man” plays, heralding the arrival of the charismatic master of machoness! RDK walks down from the entranceway, and jumps up onto the apron, motioning to White to:
[glow=orange,2,300]Just bring it, bruda![/glow]
The Welsh Dragon stares back at the Macho Man for a moment, but thinks better of it, and turns around…right into an inside cradle from the Outlaw…
…1
…2
…3!
Phillip: Your winner, the Outlaw, Jack Connor!
RDK quickly hops off the apron as the three count is called. White kicks out a moment too late, and yells at RDK, but does not immediately pursue him, while at the same time, the Outlaw savors his win, which could be counted as his most important one yet at this time in his ACW career.
McNally: I told you, Eddie, not to count out Mr. Connor…
Edison: Ha, he only won because RDK had to come out here and start things, you know it, I know it, Randy knows it, Dan knows it, Jack knows it, and the fans all know it! You just wait, he’ll fall, and they’ll ship him off to the nursing home…
McNally: Seeing that I’m older than Jack, do you think I should go there, too?
Edison: Uhh, no, sorry, I didn’t really mean, ummm, let’s just forget what I said here.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:57:30 GMT -5
Segment: A New Contender (Credit: Jake Cheng)
We find Jake in the CA locker room, recovering from their failed plan to trick BK back into the corporate fold.
Jake: All is not going well for the Corporate Alliance. Their leader, BK London, is a little bit delirious, and now the Light-Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng is running them. But there is more. Former International Champion, Santiago Rivera is injured and cannot compete at the moment. Leaving me with Predator.
At that moment, Predator walks behind Jake inside of the Corporate room and into his private room.
Jake: I mean he isn’t that bad...he just a bit boring. I don’t think life at ACW could get any worse.
Oh it could. Just then Chairman Gingerdude enters, a frown upon his face. H sits down on one of the chairs, and puts his head back, letting out a large sigh.
Ginger: Jake, come here, we need to talk.
Jake moves toward the chair next to Gingers and plops down, a concerned look on his face for once.
Ginger: Jake, I made a bold move. Now, I know we are a team and everything, but you’re going to take one from the team. I was forced to sign a new contender. But I did cut you some slack. I was being pressured to pick someone like FSX, or Dan White, but I picked someone else. The newest ACW superstar, signed yesterday. El Conquistador.
The door for Predator’s private room opens and a man in a one-piece gold suit, complete with mask walks out. Ginger smiles, and then Jake smiles. Hell, a smile even can be seen through a hole in the mask of El Conquistador. More shady business within the Corporate Alliance, and with any new deal, their luck drops. What will happen next?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 15:58:32 GMT -5
Segment: Ward Wars (Credit: Torak)
It has been an interesting evening thus far, though, no more or less than a usual Thursday night but Alpha Championship Wrestling retains the threat of unpredictability, a proverbial can of worms, waiting anxiously to be spilled into the situation. It can seize upon the unfolding events at any given moment without warning and without restraint. It is this unpredictability that keeps ACW interesting, keeping the viewers on the edge of their seats.
The viewers in attendance are readily poised, anticipating the forthcoming incidents, in a position that leaves them prepared to stand promptly in order to cheer or hiss the next arrival.
On their minds; the events prior to this moment. They ponder the repercussions and the reasonings for what they have already seen, slowly calculating their opinion of this particular show. They await the next occurrence set to tip the balance into remarkable or dismal.
The attentive eyes in the crowd notice the fresh scene displayed on the Alphatron. The brightness of the image is almost blinding at first glance but pupils adjust accordingly to the intensity.
The scene is of a familiar location for wrestlers and fans alike, especially recently. The luminescent white walls of a hospital ward enclose the air congested with echoes of pain, suffering and despair. Busy nurses scurry around between beds, inspecting the vessels of anguish that are their patients. Despite being surrounded by such illnesses and pain the nurses display no sign of fear or worry.
Entering the scene; a huskily handsome middle aged man clutches a clipboard and tries to garner the attention of the slim yet voluptuos, dark haired nurse that stands at the foot of a bed. Upon closer inspection you get hit with the feeling of familiarity. You’ve seen that doctor and nurse before somewhere, but you can’t remember when. Time to dig out your old Warfare and Meltdown tapes again.
”Nurse Allitt! You wanted to see me?”
The nurse looks up with a professional smile before approaching the doctor so that she can speak to him without raising her voice. She doesn’t intend to disrupt her patients rest.
”Yes Dr. Shipman, there’s a patient I would like you to take a look at…”
She motions her head to the left and slightly behind her, indicating to him the direction of the patient mysterious patient. The doctor sighs before issuing a rather disrguntled response.
”What’s the problem? Couldn’t you deal with it yourself?”
She shakes her head. She clearly knows something that he doesn’t; something quite odd or maybe disturbing.
”No, you really ought to see this. It’s that wrestler guy we had brought in a couple of hours ago.”
The doctor seperates his lips, his tongue lapping at his teeth, creating a tutting noise.
”Okay, but this better be important.”
Her eyes widen and she intakes some air through her nose before turning away from him. He follows her every step until they reach an occupied bed. A pair of very large feet hang over the edge of the bed.
”This is the guy who had a vending machine fall on him”
He looks at the patient and tries to extract some humour from the situation.
”He probably should go on a diet anyway.”
He snickers through his nose before turning to the nurse who does not share his sense of humour (or lack of). She adopts a more serious tone.
”we think his ribs may be bruised, possibly even broken…”
The doctor returns his glance at the patient and, noticing something that he didn’t upon first glance, furrows his brow.
”What’s with the mask?”
The nurse takes a deep breath as she prepares to explain.
”That’s the weird thing you see…we could’nt get it off. No matter what we tried. It’s almost as if…it’s part of him.”
The doctor offers her a strange look which she returns. He closes in on the patient, (who if you hadn’t guessed by now, is Torak) carefully examining the facial area of him. He lifts a finger up to the chin and tries to squeeze his finger into the gap between the mask and skin but to no avail. Frustrated, he brandishes a pen knife from his pocket and slowly raises it to the mask, aiming to cut it free.
The hand jolts out and grabs the doctor by the wrist causing the nurse to jump and shriek in alarm. The doctor looks up and sees the confused but intimidating eyes of Torak and soon relinquishes the pen knife. In a rare moment, Torak shows mercy and releases the doctor, allowing him to back away out of harms way. Torak sits up, disorientated and out of sorts.
It’s always strange waking up in an unfamiliar location. Torak is almost a stranger to hospitals, never really suffering serious damage to his body…he normally suffers mentally. For a moment the room seems to spin, everything is a blur.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:01:37 GMT -5
He feels a discomfort in his right arm and sure enough, when he lifts it up to inspect it he notices the intravenous needle piercing his thick skin. You can justifiably assume it took a few attempts to penetrate. He doesn’t like this feeling of intrusion into his body and promptly yanks it from his air, spurting blood all over his arm and the bedsheets. It’s probably too late to warn anyone who may be squeamish to look away. Torak certainly isn’t affected by such a sight but he is slightly nauseous from the unfamiliar territory.
A few feet away from him, just opposite his bed, he can make out a group of doctors congregating by the bed opposite. Or maybe it’s just one doctor and his eyesight isn’t exactly normal right now. He can hear only one voice travelling from the general area, but it’s distorted slightly; his hearing is seemingly impaired too. Not every syllable manages to register.
”So, th-n l--‘s h--- - loo- -t –ou- b-ck. … Hmmm, So…h-w –o yo- fe-l, Mr. Laureano?”
The very utterance of the name virtually snatches Torak out of his bed, holds him up in the air and slaps him ruthlessly across the face. It almost serves as a miracle as all of a sudden his vision and hearing come flooding back to 100% Or maybe he has just ignored the impairment and the rage building up internally blocks out all of his other senses.
Meanwhile, in the bed opposite, Latino sits up almost as annoyed as Torak. He hopes his back injury hasn’t recurred, keeping him out of action for more months, not with his glorious title shot just around the corner. He feels fine physically, but the doctor insists that he remains in the bed for them to monitor his condition. However, the doctor or Latino have both failed to notice the commotion going on across the ward, neither do they see an infuriated Torak stagger over towards them.
The obvious question that lingers in the air is: Who could be foolish enough to put these two great rivals in beds opposite each other, let alone the same ward.
Latino is first alerted to his foe’s presence as he witnesses the doctor that had been standing in front of him fly helplessly out of sight, flung halfway across the ward by the powerful but bleeding arms of Torak. Latino is so shocked by the looming figure he sees approaching him that for a moment he freezes, mortified on the bed. Could this be an hallucination?
His questioning thought is swiftly and parlously answered as what the sees is very real. Torak thrusts his arms forward and wraps his hands around Latino’s neck, applying pressure to the larynx with his thumbs in a callous attempt to obstruct his air supply. Latino writhes desperately, still so stunned by the situation that he can’t even begin to attempt to power out of the deadly clutches of Torak. His eyes wander, frantically seeking assistance.
He finds it; his left arm reaches out and grabs the bedpan innocently lying on the bedside cabinet and with one swing he manages to gain a reprieve. It isn’t the impact of the bedpan that releases the grip of the wrathful beast, but the fear of what the object main contain causes him to back off. Thankfully for him the bedpan is empty but he now must deal with a Latino counter attack. Latino springs from the bed, diving at the hesitant Torak and tackling him to the cold, hard floor of the busy ward. Nurses, doctors and patients alike all stop what they were doing and watch on in perplexity.
Latino delivers some stiff strikes to the masked face of his enemy, attempting to subdue him. However, Torak does not wish to receive any medical treatment for facial injuries and so powers out of the move by rolling over to his right and forcing Latino face first into the steel structure of the bed.
Torak pushes himself to his feet as Latino swaggers dazedly from the impact. He gets hauled to his feet by Torak who first delivers a clubbing blow to the back of the neck then launches him into an empty wheelchair, vacated recently by a frightened patient. Torak immediately takes the helm and begins to push Latino at hurtling speed out of the ward and into the corridor. Latino, still quite dazed at this moment, can only hold on to the armrests as he speeds down the corridor. They eventually reach a reception desk. Torak abruptly puts on the breaks, sending Latino flying into the hard wooden desk, prompting the attention of some of the nurses gathered in the area who ask if he’s alright as he gets to his feet.
He is far from alright, but he could be worse as he notices Torak charging at him at great speed. He thinks fast and grabs a desk lamp from behind him and swings it wildly, catching Torak in the temple and knocking him off course and eventually to the ground. Latino hurls the now broken lamp down at him before aiming hard kicks at the torso of the downed monster.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2006 16:02:14 GMT -5
Torak urgently tries to pull himself to his feet, but the loss of blood and cranial damage is starting to slow him down. Latino, on the other hand, thinks fast and spots a discarded gurney sitting by a wall just a few feet away. He delivers a shot to subdue Torak before stumbling over to retrieve the aforementioned mobile bed. He returns to Torak who is by now slumped over the desk, trying to catch his second wind. He turns and aims a wild swing at the approaching Latino but he ducks and delivers a rising knee to the abdomen, taking the wind out of Torak.
Latino uses all of his strength to lift Torak up onto the gurney, rolling him face up before frantically pulling the straps up and over him, securing him to the bed. Torak, despite his usual strength, is just too drained from the battles he’d encountered this evening to break free. Now it’s Latino’s turn to play driver.
He grips the top of the gurney, just above Torak’s head and begins to push forward. The weight makes it difficult at first, especially with Latino’s damaged back but he manages to overcome it and once it’s rolling it’s easier.
He spots the exit just ahead and digs deep into his reserve to make it to the glass door. Just before the door he notices a short decline, a couple of steps leading downwards. That’s perfect, he thinks as he prepares to let go of the gurney.
Just a few more steps and he releases his grip of the gurney sending it hurtling towards the door. It flies off the top step and sails through the air before crashing through the glass door, Torak side first. Latino drops to his knees, exhausted from the whole affair, slowly crawling towards the exit. He spots a crowd assembling around the broken gurney with the presumably slashed beast strapped to it.
Latino slowly crawls down the steps and uses the top step to push himself to his feet. It wouldn’t be a good idea to crawl across the shards of glass that now litter the floor. He stumbles through what remains of the door frame and staggers down the path that leads into the hospital.
He acknowledges the gathered crowd and reads the astonishment on their faces. They turn their attention to the bruised and exhausted Latino. Somehow, he manages to pluck some light humour from it all, probably due to the relief of ending the battle.
“I guess he didn’t have any medical insurance…”
The entire crowd is too shocked to laugh or even titter, they just swtich glances between the discarded gurney and the battered fighter that just emerged from the hospital. Latino decides that he wants to make sure that it’s over as he carefully trundles over to his fallen enemy. He sees that his eyes are closed and there are no signs of movement.
…but Alpha Championship Wrestling retains the threat of unpredictability[/b]
Suddenly, the straps that once seemed unbreakable split open as Torak, more furious than ever, bursts from the gurney and charges at Latino. The shocked crowd disperse as the two go at outside the hospital. They exchange hard right hands, knocking each other back and vying for the upperhand. They connect simultaneously and fall backwards. Torak lands in the doorway where the shards of glass lay while Latino lands on a patch of grass, striking his head on a sign that ironically reads “Keep off the grass”. The sign is unearthed from the impact and lands horizontally alongside Latino. He sits up and notices the base of the sign post is sharp, like a wooden stake. Without thinking he picks it up off the ground and rips the sign away from it. Torak, meanwhile, finds the biggest sharpest shard of glass and holds it up like a dagger. They pause and begin to stare each other down with the moonlight illuminating their showdown. They read each other’s thoughts, or they just happen to have the same idea. They just wait for the other to make the first move…
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, at least two pairs of arms grab Latino from behind and hoist him away from the scene. They eventually lead him to a parked ambulance with the rear doors already open and the engine running. Latino is bundled into the back of the ambulance and his two captors follow behind him, closing the doors before shouting the order: “Go! Go!”.
Latino, still clutching the makeshift stake looks at the two men and notices they are two burly paramedics. Latino is not impressed by their heroics?
”What the hell are you playing at?”
One of the paramedics tries to calm him with a reassuring hand on the shoulder.
”Sorry, but we had to get you out of there. Who knows what he would have done”
Latino, not sure whether he is more relieved or frustrated, notices the other paramedic looking at his weapon.
”Uh, what were you going to do with that?”
Latino’s expression changes as he holds the wooden implement in front of him. He glares at it for a long while before turning his attention back to the paramedics.
”I don’t know…I really don’t know”
From outside the hospital, a ragged Torak gave chase for a few metres but soon realized that it was a futile attempt. He stops dead in his tracks as the ambulance speeds away. He knows how he feels, frustrated and irate. He holds the shard of glass up in front of him, glaring at it for a moment before tightening his hand into a fist, shattering the glass into tiny pieces, cutting his huge hand. He looks up at the path that the ambulance took and narrows his eyes as the scene fades out.
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