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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:43:38 GMT -5
Sarin barely gets a shoulder up in time, earning a deafening cry from Yoko and the fans. Fallen, extremely disgruntled, attempts another cover with the same result. Before he can pull her up to a standing position, Sarin retaliates with a sneaky shin kick. Knees buckling, Fallen can't defend himself from a massive roundhouse kick to the temple. Reaching new heights of aggression, Sarin continues her assault with a volley of rapid roundhouse kicks, connecting to the midsection. As FSX reels from her blows, Sarin finishes her combination with a violent bicycle kick to FSX's jaw. His head snaps back, almost gruesomely, before he falls backwards onto the canvas. Not done yet, Sarin leaps into the air and connects a snap drop kick to Fallen's already bludgeoned head. Pulling him sharply back up, Sarin delivers a quick toe kick to his gut before twisting his neck in a classic swinging neckbreaker, bridging neatly into a pin.
1!
2!
3--kick out!
Sarin's a little disappointed, but the crowd urges her on. As FSX wearily crawls to his feet, Sarin attempts to Irish whip him to the ropes. FSX reverses, catching a rebounding Sarin with an over the shoulder arm drag. Before Sarin can recover, FSX jumps into the air; his knees landing painfully on Sarin's head. The crowd winces at the impact, and Sarin writhes in agony. FSX delivers a swift kick to the midsection before executing his Evenflow DDT, adding more damage to Sarin's head. He attempts a pin, but Sarin manages to kick out at the cusp of three. Angrily, he shoves her head in between his legs, raising her to his shoulders, setting up for a dangerous powerbomb. Sarin hears Yoko's cry of alarm, and it seems to electrify her with a sudden burst of energy. As FSX brings her down, she keeps a firm hold on his neck with her legs and counters the powerbomb into a beautiful hurricanrana. Sarin, relieved at having escaped such a potentially crippling move, asks the crowd if they'd like another hurricanrana. They whole-heartedly respond with a giant "YES!" Grinning, Sarin runs up the nearest turnbuckle, points her finger to the sky, before leaping off and connecting her signature Rinicanrana. FSX tumbles over to the ropes. Sarin, wanting to end this quickly, charges, hoping to connect her running Yakuza kick. Fallen, however, has other ideas, and ducks, tripping her up and over the ropes. Sarin falls awkwardly to the floor, narrowly avoiding Hunter.
Fallen Souls, seeing her landing, immediately starts arguing with the referee over nonsense, diverting his attention away from the outside. Seeing this, Hunter winds up and connects a devastatingly powerful punch to Sarin's cheek. She cries out, though her yelp of pain goes unheard by the fierce boos from the crowd. Ignoring the crowd, Hunter picks Sarin up, sticking her head between his thighs, in preparation for a powerbomb. Before he can lift her off the ground, Yoko jumps into the air, flies over Sarin, and connects a drop kick to Hunter's face, knocking him to the ground while leaving Sarin unscathed. The crowd's boos turn to intense cheering as Yoko and Hunter battle it out at ringside. Sarin, still a little groggy from the punch, rolls back into the ring. Fallen stops arguing with the referee, and instead returns back to the match. Before he can adjust himself, Sarin, with the fury of a Medusa, spins around twice before smacking FSX's jaw with her patented Rin Spin II. Before Fallen can collapse to the ground, Sarin pounces, gripping him in a firm side headlock. She runs towards the ropes, springboards off and executes her devastatingly powerful Flower of Chaos jump swinging DDT. At full force, there's no recovering from such a blow, and Sarin hooks his leg for the pinfall.
Philip: Here is your winner, Sarin Rossi!
"Lady" hits once again, and Sarin bounces up and down happily, allowing the referee to raise her hand in victory. The fans cheer her on wildly, and Yoko rolls into the ring after dispatching Hunter to celebrate. The pair embrace warmly, and Yoko kisses a sweaty Sarin on the cheek before helping her to the outside, holding down the ropes for her. Flower Power exits to the back, making sure to slap the hands of the fans on their way back. FSX groggily rolls out of the ring, helping a disgruntled Hunter back up. The Kings of Satire, though dethroned tonight, have the opportunity for revenge at Spring into Hell. Will they overcome the odds and defeat the indomitable? Only time will tell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:44:36 GMT -5
Segment: “First Hurdle: Check” (Credit: Scott Andrews)
As ACW comes back to air we see Charlotte standing by with Scott Andrews, who is in a seemingly relaxed state after last weeks victory. He is in his full wrestling attire, consisting of his red and black jagged pattern short tights, red knee and elbow pads, and with his wrists and hands wrapped in scarlet tape. It looks as though he’s ready for business tonight. And everyone knows it’s going to be a lot harder to take down Jake Cheng than last weeks incident involving the Lightweight Title. Charlotte looks into the camera with glee, as this is the first time in a good long while that she, or anyone for that matter, has had the chance to interview the Scarlet Assassin. Scott stands by as Charlotte gets the interview underway.
Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing by with Senatorial Stable member, the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews…
Boos emanate from off screen as a result of past weeks incidents and remarks. But Scott takes no notice as he stands calm and ready to answer the questions Charlotte has for him.
Charlotte: This week on Warfare, you made Tornado tap out…
Scott grins cheekily and lets out a slight chuckle.
Charlotte: …but if it weren’t for the sudden and unexpected interference of a still unknown suspect, the match may not have gone to plan for you?
Scott: The way I look at it is simple. With or without interference there was NO DOUBT that the Scarlet Assassin was walking out of that match the victor. I had too much resting on my shoulders to let one slip. And I proved myself in singles competition against a former Entertainment Champion, and one of the best Lightweights in ACW. So in saying that, I think I’m well on track to achieving my goals in singles competition.
Charlotte nods, agreeing with what Scott has said. She then leads onto her next question before Scott can get anymore in.
Charlotte: Now, Scott, I have to know, and I’m sure everyone out there wants to know, what title do you plan on bringing home to the stable? And how do you plan on achieving your goal?
Scott momentarily glares at the ceiling, deep in thought, before coming back to reality and explaining his plans to the world.
Scott: I thought that it would have been quite obvious which title I am going to bring home to the stable, Charlotte. I mean after defeating a great Lightweight competitor on Warfare, even with the intervention, I would have hoped people would have realised that I am truly a great in the world of Lightweights here in ACW. It’s no secret that I am the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill, and that pretty much sums up a great Lightweight competitor; someone with skill, someone who can thrill the crowd, and someone who can get the job done no matter what. It’s the mentality that I carry with me in that ring, and it’s what defines what I do. So tonight, when I take on Jake Cheng, the self proclaimed greatest Lightweight Champion ever, I will prove him wrong! I will prove everyone wrong! Tonight is my night to make a stand, and by God if any funny business goes down tonight regarding the Corporate Alliance, you can mark…my…words. You will ALL – BE – ON – THE HITLIST!
Scott storms off screens after pushing the microphone into the chest of the fragile backstage announcer. Let’s just hope that he doesn’t lose his cool in the ring tonight, for a lot is riding on this match; pride, opportunity, and a step in the right direction. For Scott, losing this match would be devastating. But as we all know, you can’t win em’ all. Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:45:22 GMT -5
Segment: Small confrontation (Credit: Red’s Only Fan/Latino)
The camera cuts back to Red again who is huddled into his locker digging for something. He lets out an evil laugh as he pulls his baseball bat out with the Reds logo on it. He goes to prop it over his shoulder but quickly pulls it away.
Red: Oops. Forgot that I finally have a title wrapped over that shoulder.
??: Maybe you should put that title around your waist and wear it like a real champion.
Red drops the bat and spins around to find himself face to face with Latino.
Red: Hey, que pasa, hermano.
Latino: Don’t hermano me, pendejo! What were you doing in my locker room with my wife earlier tonight!
Red: Look man, I’m sorry. It was an easy misunderstanding. I heard her wrong and I apologized already.
Latino: Callate la boca! You said something else…qué eso? Mmm mm mmm?
Red laughs for a moment then sees that Latino isn’t kidding around.
Red: I was joking around. No problemo, right? Just making a joke to lighten up an awkward situation.
Latino: HEY! LISTEN….TO ME! Watch yourself next time, all right? She may be just some other chica to you but to me she is my wife.
Latino laughs a bit
Latino: And she is also the World Champion and would kick your ass.
Latino turns to walk away. But some other words shoot out of Red’s mouth that freeze him in his tracks.
Red: Yea, kinda sad your own wife wins that title before you do. Hell, at the rate I am going, I will be World Champ before you.
Latino slowly turns back to face Red. Red is patting his title slung over his shoulder.
Red: I will even hold this longer than any other title you have ever held.
Latino (Still laughing): I guess we will see about that, won’t we, “Hermanito”
Latino leaves the locker room, laughing. Red stares after him fuming. After a while, he straps the Entertainment Championship around his waist and bends down to pick up his baseball bat. The camera fades as Red marches from the locker room with his title around his waist and his bat propped on his shoulder.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:46:08 GMT -5
Segment: The Sound and the Fury (Credit: Hunter / FSX)
Trading in the first person perspective for something more competent and easier, Hunter and Fallen Souls continue on their trek through the desert in hopes of finding the arguably most dangerous man in the world...well, you know, besides Bush (I kid, I kid). The omniscient narration continues, sans the side comments, as FSX repeatedly checks his rifle while Hunter sweats in gigantic amounts. The desert is too much to bare for him, and though he wants to throw off his gear and simply relax, he knows full well that he would not be able to because every item is necessary for the completion of the mission. Even the dental floss. Especially the dental floss.
FSX: How much further?
Hunter takes a GPS machine from out of his pocket and checks it, then groans noticeably.
Hunter: Two miles...maybe more.
FSX: On foot?
Hunter: ...yeah.
FSX: ...in the desert?
Hunter: ...yeah.
FSX: Who the hell are we, Tom Cruise? Should I be making an ass of myself on national television? Should I be going around like a man from the early 19th century, brainwashing a woman into doing my bidding and threatening to eat things that come from the womb? Should I---
Hunter: Enough of that! We, fortunately, are not Tom Cruise. Though this mission was...
He trails off and continues walking.
FSX: ...was what?
Hunter: ...nothing.
FSX's voice becomes extremely stern and he loudly speaks to Hunter.
FSX: What were you going to say?
Hunter: ...this mission was assigned to us by the IMF.
FSX: ...the what?
Hunter: IMF. You know, Impossible Mission Force.
FSX: ...like, the Mission: Impossible IMF?
Hunter: Yeah.
FSX: Does that mean Tom Cruise is a national hero? Hmm...go figure...wait...what the hell would they want with Osama Bin Laden?
Hunter: I don't ask questions; I cash checks.
FSX: You know, I'm surprised I asked that before exclaming "IMF EXISTS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Hunter: Yeah, surprised me too.
FSX: ...so you just took this magic mission that came from out of nowhere from a group that's not supposed to exist? Wait a minute, am I getting a cut from the---
Hunter: Hey, that doesn't mean anything. Area 51 exists, but no one knows that.
FSX: ...everyone knows that.
Hunter: I...don't know where I was going with that analogy.
FSX: I can see that. But about the---
Suddenly, he stops. His eyes shoot forward and Hunter's follow quickly, both of them looking out into the sand dunes like a bunch of crazy paranoid idiots...which isn't far from the truth.
FSX: You heard that too?
Hunter: Yeah.
FSX: It can mean only one thing...
He grabs his rifle and cocks it in the most bad ass manner possible.
FSX: ...terrorists.
Hunter scrambles for his own rifle and properly loads it. He then ducks down alongside FSX and the two of them begin to scope around the desert. They hear another engine from the left, and both of them quickly move their guns over in the same direction. But no car comes...and then they hear another engine, this time directly from behind them. They turn around...
...but it's too late.
Terrorist: AHMAIL JAHARANA CACHIRSHNA!
Hunter and FSX pause for a moment as a large van of terrorists appears before them and opens up, letting loose an entire army of them. The leader stands before them, him being the one who exclaimed something in his own language.
Hunter: Quick, take out the translator!
FSX fumbles through his pockets and raises the translator high.
Terrorist: JIRAHAD QUARTI BAGHDAD!
Hunter: What'd he say?
FSX: ...kill...the...American...scum...HEY, I'M NOT AMERICAN!
Terrorist: JARANA HALKI UMAGA!
FSX: ...capture...the...Asian...to...help...with...math homework...well, better than being killed, I guess.
Hunter: Oh fuck that. Let's kill the guys!
And the two of them do so as best as they can, firing wildly into the crowd of terrorists as the army itself spreads out and begins to fire at them. Somehow, Hunter and FSX are able to take shelter behind some sand dunes, and they continue on their firing spree as they terrorists all begin to fall down one-by-one. After a few minutes of this, the only terrorist left is the head terrorist. Hunter aims his gun at the gun of the terrorist and shoots it out of his hand. The terrorist falls to his knees as FSX slowly approaches him.
FSX: I'll see you in hell you Middle Eastern commie pig!
And in the most ruggedly masculine and patriotic way possible, he shoots the terrorist, a hint of a smile creeping on his face when he realizes that he and his friend just defeated an entire army of terrorists by themselves. He turns around to face Hunter...and then a wave of sand knocks him down on his ass, sending him rolling closer to the carcasses of the terrorists.
FSX: Gah, what the hell?
Hunter: IT'S A HELICOPTER!
FSX looks up and sees that Hunter is right, as the helicopter begins to descend while soldiers inside yell, scream, and fire down at his friend below. FSX attempts to help him, but the force of the rotary blades sends him crashing into the van of the terrorists, and the sand covers him up enough that he cannot move. Instead, he is forced to look out as Hunter gets knocked down by the force of the helicopter, and watches in horror as the terrorists grab him and throw him onto the plane. Then the helicopter ascends once more, and when its force is gone, FSX breaks through the sand and raises his fists to the sky.
FSX: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Never since Darth Vader (or, at least, since the last time I used that phrase) has there ever been such raw emotion and power in a scream of negativeness. FSX pounds his fists on the sand in rage and looks at the helicopter as it flies away.
FSX: I refuse to lose you in the middle of such an important mission and to the likes of some goddamn terrorists! I'M COMING!
After this declaration of manly friendship, FSX rises to his feet and begins to run through the desert, following only the fading sounds of the rotary blades. But he is confident that he will find his partner and friend. But after he does...then what? How far off course will he have gone, and will it even be possible to find Osama? Stay tuned...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:47:35 GMT -5
Segment: A golden opportunity
The scene shifts to the backstage promo area, where it is revealed that Kevin Anderson is in position to interview the ACW World Champion, Alicia Kitsune. The crowd pops when they see this, but it appears that Kevin hasn’t seen the little red light illuminate on top of the camera.
Kevin:….so there I am, listening to this Tenacious D album, and I’m thinking, “What actually IS the greatest song in the world? I’m damned if I can figure it out-“
His gaze wanders to the camera, and he almost throws his mic away in surprise as he realizes he’s on. However, he does his best to act in a professional manner as AK covers her mouth to hide her silent laugh.
Kevin: SHI- Er, I mean, Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the person at the top of the ACW tree. Firstly, can you give us some reaction to your match with BK London on Warfare?
AK: Certainly, Kevin. Any match with BK requires you to bring your best to the table, and Monday’s encounter was in my view a classic in every sense of the word. Some people are arguing that it “wasn’t really BK” out there, but let me tell you, whatever BK’s mental state may have been, there was nothing lacking in his drive and commitment to that contest. I won’t lie; had events not turned out as they did, you would very likely be standing here talking to him, not me… but such is the fickle nature of fate, sometimes it works with you, others it’s against you. And I’ve had my fair share of poor luck before now, it’s all swings and roundabouts.
Kevin: I see. Very well, moving on… tonight sees you in a fatal fourway contest, this time without the title on the line. What are your opinions on the three men you’re facing?
AK: Good question. Hunter’s probably the most straightforward; he has no glaring weaknesses and will capitalize on any that his opponents show, to borrow a poker saying there will be no “bluffing” him out of this particular pot. Tornado is seen by many as a “filler” competitor, but no one is better equipped to sneak a win out from under someone’s nose, and as a fellow lightweight he’ll almost certainly look to target me rather than the two larger men. Rattlesnake… he’s the one I’m most interested in, to be truthful. We’ve not met before in the ring, and I have a feeling that the next time we do we’ll be playing for much higher stakes, so I intend to learn all I can about him tonight. I’m sure he’ll want to do the same with me, too.
Kevin: Sounds like a plan to me… now finally, I’ve been hearing rumors circulating amongst the staff all week that there’s something special in the works for Spring Into Hell, but the Chairman’s office is saying absolutely nothing. Care to give me a scoop?
Kevin raises his eyebrows in an attempt to look cool that just makes him look a bit of a prat, and AK laughs a little, putting her hand on his shoulder.
AK: Gee, how could any woman resist…. I’m not at liberty to give you the fine detail, but I’ll say this much; a number of the current roster received documentation this afternoon, offering them a unique opportunity. How many of them will decide to take it up is as yet unknown, but I’ll promise you this; this match will make a star out of someone…
Kevin holds his mic expectantly, but AK will not be drawn further, and he has to admit defeat.
Kevin: Well, there’s plenty there for people to speculate over… many thanks for your time Alicia, and now back to our team at ringside.
The cameraman gives the thumbs up, and Kevin relaxes, not noticing again that the camera has not quite shut off.
Kevin: Thanks, that was a good one.
AK: You’re welcome. Oh, and about the best song in the world…
Kevin: Yeah?
AK: It’s “Rat in Mi Kitchen” by UB40. Ask anyone.
AK gives him a grin and walks off; Kevin ponders this profound statement for a good 5 seconds or so before realizing he’s been had, and puts his hand on his hip with a sigh as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:49:01 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #22 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
November 3rd, 2005 Okinawa, Japan The Satoshi Household
Upstairs in the Satoshi household, Sarin and Yoko converse urgently in whispered tones, though Yuki is well out of earshot.
Sarin: I feel awful, but you know we couldn't possibly put her in danger--
Yoko: But you saw her practicing her wrestling! She's a natural, I'm sure she could hold her own out there--
Sarin: Yoko get a grip on yourself, she's only thirteen years old!
Yoko: I was sixteen when I came to ACW--
Sarin: This isn't about wrestling, this is about life and death! She could die and I refuse to believe you're even considering giving her responsibilities as a superhero. She's still in school!
Yoko: We need to let her grow at her own pace. I'm not going to let her mope around here all day when she could get some much needed combat experience--
Sarin: Combat experience?! Combat experience?! Let's not shatter her childhood innocence in one day, please!
Yoko: Look, can we talk about this later? My head hurts.
Sarin: Advil is in the top drawer, to your left.
Sarin curtly nods in the general direction of the medicine cabinet before walking briskly out of the room, nose in the air. Sighing, Yoko gulps down a pain reliever before sliding down the staircase banister to the first floor.
Yuki: Hey! Yoko, Sarin, in here!
Yoko follows the sound of Yuki's voice to the family's private computer room. Each Satoshi family member has their own Dell desktop, complete with two CD-drives, printer, scanner, fax, and a CD burner. Yuki occupies the computer in the corner of the room, staring intently at the screen. A moment later, Sarin walks in, a bit perplexed.
Sarin: I never understood why you have all of your computers in one room.
Yoko shrugs in response.
Yoko: Me neither.
Yuki: Guys, come here, look!
Yoko: What's that, Yuki?
Yuki: It's the Okinawa Police Department instant response website. Basically, all distress calls come through here, and are then processed to the Okinawa Police's main database.
Sarin: Uh...how on earth did you discover this web address? This looks extremely top secret...
Yuki: I hacked.
Yoko and Sarin take a step back, stunned.
Yuki: Not very hard, either. They should have left a welcome mat, too, with the codes they encrypted...
Yoko is the first to recover.
Yoko: Yuki...how long have you been able to hack into websites?
Yuki: Hmm...three years? Four years? I can't remember small details like that. But, if you look here, the police are about to be notified with a distress call, only three blocks from here. Looks like some supervillain is terrorizing the people.
Sarin: Yuki, I think we've found a position for you.
Yoko: How would you like to be a superheroine...albeit one that doesn't actually fight?
Yuki's face falls a little, but she realizes this is one offer she can't pass up.
Yuki: Deal, but only if I can still be Phantasm Gloria! I'll help you guys out with the hacking. Now, you two got a job to do! I'll send directions to your cell phones...
She trails off as she hastily types on her keyboard, her small hands roaming the keys like sentient pets. Sarin and Yoko rush out of the room to gather their gear.
Sarin: Well, are you happy? She's part of the team now. At least her life isn't in danger.
Yoko: Everything works out in the end. Are you ready to kick some ass?
Sarin: You bet. Let's go!
They sprint out of the house, costumes on and weapons blazing...
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:50:22 GMT -5
Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Latino)
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Denver, Colorado, USA……the Scarlet Assassin….Scott Andrews!
The lights go out and a red tint fills over the entire arena. “Anasasis” plays across the audio system, and Scott Andrews walks out to a chorus of boos. He walks onto the entrance ramp with a huge grin on his face and wipes his chin with his thumb a couple of times. He continues walking just past the main part of the ramp with a confident smile before performing a 'gun' taunt, which he 'waves' at the audience, or if his opponent is already in the ring, he 'shoots' them. He keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks into the audience. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his jacket and waiting for his opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent from Hong Kong, China…..The Trinity….Jake Cheng!
Jake comes out to a range of boos as Petrified by Fort Minor starts to play. He yells at the fans and then looks down at Scott standing in the ring. Cheng starts running down the entranceway. The fans lean over the barrier as they all extend their arms as far as it can go. Jake pushes past them and then jumps on the apron, sliding himself under the ropes. He then rolls over in the flash of second and spins back onto his feet. He looks over at Andrews and then around the arena as the fans continue to boo madly.
* The Bell Rings *
Jake lunges toward Scott and throws a punch that connects fluidly. Andrews stumbles back and Jake continues his assault. He then grabs Scott by the arm and whips him across the ring. Andrews run the ropes and then bounces off. As he comes back, Jake goes for a dropkick. Andrews ducks and slides past him letting him come slamming down into the mat. He then bounces a second time off the ropes in front of him and as he comes back he does a baseball slide directly into Jake’s face. The fans give out an “OOOOOOOH” as the impact echoes throughout the arena. Scott then gets up and grabs Jake by the hair pulling on him roughly. Cheng throws a punch and Andrews releases the hold due to the unexpected attack. He then kicks Andrews in the leg and in one fluid motion grabs him by the head and pulls off a near flawless Even flow DDT. Scott’s face is implanted into the mat and Jake then rolls him over for a quick cover. The Referee slides onto the mat and starts the count. . . . ONE! . . . TW- Scott kicks out the pin and the fans give out a small cheer. Jake looks around with a surprised look on his face and then slowly gets up. He then walks around the ring as the fans all start to boo again. Cheng yells at the fans and they fire back as well. Scott starts getting up as he rubs his face that is still throbbing in pain. He then notices Jake with his back to him. He instantly jumps up and dropkicks in the back of the head sending down onto the middle rope. Jake’s shoulders and above are hanging over the middle rope and Andrews sees this as another advantage. He runs up the turnbuckle nearest Cheng and then jumps off from the top turnbuckle. He comes down hard with a leg drop as it nearly takes off Jake’s head. Scott hits the apron and then rolls towards the outside mats. Cheng is now leaning halfway over the ropes as his body looks limp. Scott takes a few steps back and then charges forward. He leaps up and nails Jake across the face with a elbow smash. The impact once again echoes throughout the arena and Jake falls off and slams onto the mats. Andrews then walks over to Jake and grabs him by the hair. He pulls on it with a little more force and then grabs him by the forearm. Scott whips him towards the steel steps but Jake reverses as he flips the momentum. Andrews slams into the steps and flips over it. Jake falls back against the audience barrier. The close by fans all yell at him, while some pat him on the back. One random man goes “OH NO HE DIDN’T!” In the ring, the Referee starts counting away… . . ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! . . FOUR! . . FIVE! . Jake starts to move again as he finishes catching his breath. He stumbles towards the ring and rolls back in the ring. At the same time, Scott is getting back up as well as he grabs onto the apron. He lifts himself up and then rolls back inside the ring. He sits himself up as Jake is doing the same. It’s clear both men’s body is already worn out from every attack thrown at them. The fans are all giving out a random boos and no one is really sure to which of these men they are for. Jake stands up as the camera shoots back to the ring. He looks over at Scott whom is back on his feet as well. Both men run at one another and lock up in the middle of the ring. Andrews knees Jake in the stomach and then lifts up Jake vertically. He brings him back down with an inverted Atomic Drop. Jake starts hopping up and down from that excruciating pain and Scott then goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick. Cheng ducks it and Scott flips over him. He lands on his feet but stumbles a tiny bit forward as he tries to keep his balance. Andrews turns around and Jake grabs him by face and drives his face with the Intermission. Jake then stands up and bends over as he pulls Scott back on his feet. He whips him into the ropes and as Andrews returns he goes for a clothesline. He ducks and Jake lunges forward as he turns around Scott kicks him in the stomach and then pulls off a devastating chin crusher. Jake snaps up as he feels the pain surge through his mouth and Andrews then goes for the Head Shot. Jake ducks within an inch from a knock out. He then stands up and nails the first part of the Trinity. He jumps up and does another and one final one as he lets Scott fall onto the mat. Jake then rolls him over and hooks the leg for the cover. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….Jake Cheng!
Jake stands up and raises his arms in victory as the fans continue to boo madly. He clearly doesn’t care as Petrified plays throughout the speakers once again. The Referee raises his arm in victory and Jake leaves the ring as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:51:17 GMT -5
Segment: Of Masks and Men (Credit: Latino)
* One day before. *
As the show comes back from commercial the audience is shown something that they are not accustomed to. The walls are all white and the floors are wood grained. There are a few benches, also wooded, scattered around, but no one is really visiting. On the walls seem to be a variety of masks that come from many different cultures. Footsteps are then heard as Latino walks into the room dressed in his usual attire. He has on dress shoes and slightly dress-like pants. His shirt is unbuttoned a little and his chain shows in the light. Latino looks around the room and looks at all the masks around him.
Latino: Mira at all these masks. So many different cultures….so many different meanings by each one.
Latino walks over to one set.
Latino: Look at this one. This one was from…some tribe and it was used to fend off supposedly evil spirits. Then you have this one that was….
Latino reads the caption underneath.
Latino: Bring great luck and fortune to the entire tribe. Hmmm not a bad idea.
Latino starts walking around looking at all the other masks. He smirks as he reads some of the captions and then turns back to the camera.
Latino: And then you look at how masks are used in….wrestling. Look back at it’s use in la Lucha Libre. So much history. So much mystery. So much honor for the man behind the mask. Then you move to America and people assume the mask. What does it become? Some kind of novelty for children to buy some merchandise. But…but there are other uses aren’t there for the Americanized version? I mean some people use it to hide. Perhaps hide a disfigurement? Or maybe it’s to hide something else? Who knows. Torak I guess fits into the latter category don’t you think? So you know you know what I want to take off that mask. This…man has caused my life to be hell. So now I do the same to him. He’s gone after everything I have loved and desired. Now I go after his most cherished possession. He hides behind…some mask? Please, I will not stop…I will not give up till I take that piece of crap off his face. I’ll show everyone the real Torak and then I’ll have finally make him feel the pain that I have already felt.
Latino leaves the room and his footsteps can be heard getting more distant. The scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:51:56 GMT -5
Segment: "An Unexpected Meeting" (Credit: Rattlesnake and BK London)
Rattlesnake stands around the back prior to his match.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night where I do something few people ever do and possibly something a rookie has never done.
Thoughts of winning his upcoming match begin fill his head.
Rattlesnake: Winning my match tonight would by far be the biggest thing I've done here. I mean, look at it this way, I'm facing the World Champion, the former World Champion and the former Entertainment Champion. I'm the only person in this match that hasn't been a champion at this moment or at a moment in the past. But that's ok. After tonight, the title shots will be lining themselves up.
Rattlesnake grins. He softly chuckles as he looks over at his bag. He walks over and reaches down to grab it.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night I do what I meant to do the night I appeared in ACW. If those people want to sue me, then I'll give them a slap in the face that they never would have expected. In fact, I'll do even more than that. I'll stand victorious in the ring over everybody. I'll do something they could do on their best night. I'll show them that tonight, they'll wish that they hadn't screwed up. One day, when I stand in the ring as the ACW World Champion, I'll throw it right in their faces too.
Rattlesnake takes the bag with him as he walks down the corridor. He passes by people working in the back and sees them looking at him, confused, asking others if they know what lies in the bag.
*A Few Minutes Later*
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 with the bag still in his hands. 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 to a trash can and places the bag next to it and then walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down and grabs a mic.
Rattlesnake: I'm not out here for any random reason. Like me or hate me, there's something I have to get off my chest. Just before I debuted here, there was some controversy from my last "place of business." I quit that hellhole and now find myself the victim of a lawsuit. I'm sure that's something you didn't even know. Well, you do now.
Rattlesnake walks back over to the bag and reaches inside. He pulls out a green leather belt with "FTW" spray-painted on the main plate. He drapes the title belt over his shoulder and continues.
Rattlesnake: This belt was supposed to be my custom-made World Championship. Since I was screwed out of the title, I kept this around because I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of keeping me from what was truly mine. So not long after that, I struck down the boss and quit and what happened next? I'm getting sued for a breach of contract. Well, not long after I was escorted out of the ring, I looked at my contract, found a loophole, made some copies of it, wiped my ass with one and sent it to them with the loophole circled. I await their response, but I have a feeling I'm finally done with them.
Rattlesnake pulls a lighter out of his pocket, lights it and tosses it in the trash can. After a few seconds, the fire inside the trash can grows and grows until flames are rising out of top.
Rattlesnake: Now you might be wondering why I lit this trash can. You might have an idea of what's on my mind. It's about time I did this. It's time to take out the trash.
Rattlesnake pulls the title belt off his shoulder and dumps it into the flaming trash can.
Rattlesnake: Say good-bye to the Xtreme Chaos Championship and later tonight, I become the best rookie to ever grace an ACW ring.
Rattlesnake grabs his bag while the ring crew walks in and grabs the trash can after extinguishing it.
Rattlesnake: Tonight I make my mark as someone who truly great. To all of my opponents tonight, I'll give you all you're very own "claim to fame" and at that point, your brush with greatness will be at it's end.
Just as Rattlesnake begins to leave the ring, "Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G starts to play. BK London emerges through the curtain, by himself, and the crowd shows their disapproval of the Triple Crown Champion. BK walks down to the ring with a cocky swagger and microphone in hand, not paying any attention to those in the crowd that are booing him. He hops up on the apron in one leap and steps into the ring before coming face to face with Rattlesnake for the first time since their match many moons ago.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:52:38 GMT -5
Rattlesnake: Well, well, well. If it isn't BK London...or is it Kurt Angle still?
BK London: Oh it's not Kurt Angle, I can promise you that.
Rattlesnake: So what brings you out here, BK?
BK London: I just wanted to talk. There's nothing wrong with that, right?
Rattlesnake: Well, no. Not really.
BK London: In fact, you're the host of "Snake's Impact." You haven't done one since you interviewed yourself. Why don't you do another one and if you're lucky, you can get someone really special as your next guest.
Rattlesnake scoffs.
Rattlesnake: Like who? The Jolly Green Giant? Tony the Tiger? Count Chocula?
The fans laugh.
BK London: Oh you think you're real funny, don't you?
Rattlesnake: Well, I try to be.
BK London: Now that you're done with that, you can interview me.
Rattlesnake shrugs his shoulders as if he had no choice.
Rattlesnake: Fine, let's get this over with. First question How did your debut go?
BK London: This never gets old with you does it? Well, let's...see. Ah, July 1st, 2004. I remember it like it was yesterday, there I was stepping through the curtain. Getting ready to kick some ass and surely raise some hell in ACW. Fatal Four Way for the No.1 Contendership of the Entertainment Championship. Spider, my first ever rival versus Gooey Garth, Yoko Satoshi, and yours truly. Well what can I say, I lost that match. It was my inexperience that took over in this match, and the fact that I insulted each of my opponents right before the match. But almost two years later, I've learned to walk to the walk, and talk the talk.
Rattlesnake: *yawn* I see, But let's get to a better question, answer me this - How did it feel to not only lose multiple title matches, but also to lose a match to someone that had only been a part of ACW for two months, me?
BK London: Hehe, your a smart one aren't you? How does it feel to lose multple title matches? Well, it's certainly frustrating I'll tell you that. But each time I went for the title, and each time I came out empty handed I acquired something new about AK. I learned to adapt much to her style, and next time I step in the ring with her...for the title or not, I will come out the victor. But losing to you - oh ho ho ho - I'm not going to say one of the most embarassing moments of my career since I understand your a pretty solid person in the ring. But I'll just say one of the most suprising, but enough of me, let's switch around the roles here. Let me be the one asking questions around here.
Rattlesnake: Hmmmm....ok
BK London: Excellent. Now, we'll get straight to the point about this. The boys and I have been pondering around in the back about bringing in some "new blood" in the Corporate Alliance. And while we were thinking about it, the name 'Rattlesnake' popped up very often.
Rattlesnake: Really?
BK London: Indeed. Now, on behalf of the Coroprate Alliance, we would like to extend an invitation to you into the Corporate Alliance. How does that sound?
Rattlesnake: Let me get this straight, you want me to join the Corporate Alliance? Just like that?
BK London: Not too much on the hearing eh? Well the Corporate Health Plan will fix that, but yes, just like THAT!
Rattlesnake looks to both sides of the crowd, pretending to care what they think before turning back to BK London.
Rattlesnake: That's an invitation I didn't have to think too much about. I look at the Corporate Alliance and I can't help but see a bunch of people who are either fighting amongst themselves or are losing to me. So let me think about this for a moment. Rattlesnake sarcastically pretends to think.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, I'm thinking no. You insulted me a while back and now you have the audacity to ask me to join you? Why don't you cram your invitation where the sun doesn't shine, step out of the ring and make your way back up that ramp before I make you go up there.
BK London laughs sarcastically and then gets into Rattlesnake's face.
BK London: Excuse me? Did I hear that right? Not only did you TURN DOWN an invitation into the Corporate Alliance, but you have the nerve...THE NERVE...to tell me to step out of my ring?
Rattlesnake: I didn't stutter. You're obviously an intelligent individual. I'd hate for you to make the simple mistake of not taking my advice.
BK London: You have some nerve kid? You know what....I'm about to teach you lesson right now.
BK London drops his mic and socks Rattlesnake with a right hand. Rattlesnake drops his mic and hits BK London back. BK comes back with right hand and Rattlesnake follows in suit. BK, Snake, BK, Snake, BK, Snake, BK, BK, BK. BK grabs Rattlesnake and pushes him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Rattlesnake bounces off and runs back toward a diving BK and gets knocked down. BK mounts Rattlesnake and starts hitting him with his forearms. Rattlesnake tries to block each hit until security runs down and pulls BK off of Rattlesnake. They seperate the two and try to stand between them, but Rattlesnake gets around security and runs toward BK and hits a shoulder block knocking BK and the surrounding security guys down. Rattlesnake mounts BK and starts hitting him with stiff, closed fists until security grabs Rattlesnake and pulls him off. They push and pull Rattlesnake outside of the ring and try to maintain a huge seperation gap between the two. BK gets off the canvas and grabs a mic. Rattlesnake tries to break free from the security, but they are able to restrain him.
BK London: You still want a piece of me junior?! Then this Monday on Warfare, it'll be you and me...
Rattlesnake nods in agreement.
BK London: ...in a six-man tag match. I'll get two partners and you try and do the same. If you can't find anyone to team with you, you'll be at a disadvantage and have to deal with my team.
Rattlesnake stares at BK as he stares right back at Rattlesnake. Security continues to stand in the middle as they move Rattlesnake up the ramp and to the back. BK London leaves the ring and walks up the ramp and goes to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:53:53 GMT -5
Segment: The Obligatory Torture (Credit: Hunter / FSX)
Click.
His eyes flicker open as...what, you honestly think I'd kill that awesome torture scene I wrote back in the day? Hell no. I, as the lovable omniscient narrator, wished to simply taunt you. Moving along...
His eyes flicker open and he is instantly thrown into a panic. There is a single lamp that hangs above him, and it swings ominously as he continues to open and close his eyes rapidly. He can feel his wrists tightly compressed against each other via a long and burning rope, and this same rope is tied to the uncomfortable metal chair that he sits in now. Before him is a single wooden desk, and though he cannot see anyone behind it because of the lack of light, he can feel their presence. He tries to silently free himself, but he knows it is impossible, no matter how much he may get his hopes up or how hard he tries. Moments later, he hears some quiet whispering before him, and he squints his eyes to attempt to gain some sort of vision of his captors. But he gets not such luck...though he does get something.
?: Jrihrain kranab ubrata chirnada conre.
Hunter: ...what?
??: He says he wants to know where the Lucky Charms are.
Hunter tries to see who this new English-speaking person is, but he has no luck.
Hunter: Who are you?
??: I will tell you that once you answer the question.
Hunter: ...which was what?
??: Where are the Lucky Charms?
Hunter: ...what, you guys don't have a grocery store?
A fist flies from the darkness and smashes into Hunter's cheek.
??: DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME! WHERE ARE THE LUCKY CHARMS?
Hunter: IN THE CEREAL AISLE!
Another fist, and one would think that Hunter would learn his lesson by now.
??: I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY GAMES!
Hunter: ...well tell me what Lucky Charms you mean, then!
??: The ones that can destroy the entire universe!
Hunter: Oh, those. You can find them with the golden ticket in a specially marked box!
Another fist, and now Hunter is forced to spit out his own blood, much to his displeasure.
??: Learn your lesson: less talking, more information giving!
Hunter: If I spoke less, then how would I give you the information?
He shuts his eyes, expecting another punch. But it does not come, and instead the voice of the Middle Eastern (no inappropriate nomenclatures here, folks) man comes through once more.
?: Protrata extuntre qwarada!
??: He says that if you don't tell him, we'll kill your wife and son.
Hunter: I have neither.
Silence.
??: Bratraya.
?: Urataga nguhman hebrew?
??: Trada bada cada hebrew.
Hunter: I assume you figured I'm a Jew.
??: What makes you say that?
Silence...again.
??: Anyways, he says that if you do not tell us where the Lucky Charms are, you'll have to go through the worst torture ever.
Hunter: Pfft. There's nothing you can do to make me feel terrible.
??: ...oh we'll see.
There are some approaching footsteps, and then the American torturers form appears before Hunter. Hunter blinks a few times to make sure he's not hallucinating.
Hunter: ...oh fuck.
The man smiles...
Hunter: FUCK!
...and then he jumps onto the table in front of Hunter and starts hopping on it.
Tom Cruise: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE'S TOM CRUISE!
Hunter: GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Tom Cruise: Do you want to hear about Scientology?
Hunter: FUCK, HELP ME!
Tom Cruise: Scientology is a system of beliefs and practices created by American pulp fiction author L. Ron Hubbard in 1952 as a self-help philosophy. By 1960 Hubbard had redefined it as a "religion by its basic tenets". The Church of Scientology, by far the largest organization promoting the belief system of Scientology, is sometimes referred to simply as "Scientology".
Hunter: MAKE IT STOP!
Tom Cruise: The Church of Scientology presents itself as a religious non-profit organization dedicated to the rehabilitation of the human spirit and providing counseling and rehabilitation programs. Church spokespeople claim that Hubbard's teachings (called "technology" or "tech" in Scientology terminology) have saved them from addictions, arthritis, depression, learning disabilities, mental illness, cancer, homosexuality and other perceived problems.
Hunter: I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!
Tom Cruise: THEN TELL ME WHERE THE LUCKY CHARMS ARE!
Hunter: ...to the left of the PT Cruiser!
Tom Cruise: Really?
Hunter: ...SURE.
Tom Cruise: WRONG ANSWER PAL! LET'S DISCUSS FEES FOR YOUR BAPTIS--
?: Tom, are you finished yet? Suri is upset...
His head makes a near 180 degree turn as Katie Holmes enters the room, holding their poorly named child.
Tom Cruise: WHO LET YOU OUT OF YOUR CAGE!?! Can't you see I'm busy with a fan---
Hunter: GOD, WHY?
Tom Cruise: SILENCE! Kate, return to your "room." I'll come to see you when I've gotten over your blasphemous action having that baby!
Katie Holmes: I...I couldn't help sobbing...it was painful.
Tom Cruise: IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SILENT BIRTH! DEMON SPAWN! DEMON SPAWN! LEAVE ME NOW!
Katie Holmes is heard crying as she runs from the room, and Tom returns his attention to Hunter.
Tom Cruise: Where were we? Ah, right...this controversial organization has attracted much---
Hunter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Never since...oh, you know how it goes. The torture continues much to Hunter's displeasure, and it will continue until he can think of a reasonably accurate excuse. He hopes that there is someone out there who will save him from this horrible and endless abyss. Someone. And lucky for him, there is...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:55:08 GMT -5
Segment: Turn the other cheek? Please… (Credit: BK)
As we return from commercials BK London stomps angrily from the ending of the stage area towards the locker room portion of the arena. He holds his jaw and from his facial expression you can noticeably see that he is suffering from a lot of pain. Ginger appears on camera, rushing to the side of his Corporate companion.
Ginger: What happened?
BK: Didn't you see what happened?! That son of a bitch Rattlesnake got a cheap shot in on me.
In a rage BK picks up a nearby chair and tosses it aside, not caring who might get hit by this flying object for one second. BK takes his hand off his jaw and now he's fuming.
Ginger: Calm down BK! Calm down.
BK: I challenged that son of a bitch to a match on Monday, he accepted. Make the match Ginger, sanction the match!
Ginger: Consider it done, just calm down.
BK takes in a deep breath and calms down.
BK: This snake in the grass thinks he's the man on campus ever since he scored a pin over me a few weeks ago. I'll show him that is a fluke!
Ginger: What did he say concerning our invitation?
BK: He rejected it!
Ginger: He what?!
BK: Yeah, that asshole rejected it. And not only that.....he called you a loser. That's right, a loser.
Ginger: Me?! A loser?
BK: Yeah, he said that. And he says you look like a Danny Bonaduce on crack! Now are YOU gonna take that.
Ginger: HELLZ NO! You know what? You want Rattlesnake? You've got him at Spring into Hell in a match of your choice.
BK: Now you’re talking. But first I've got to crush this Elvir kid, and then find two partners for my match on Monday. I'll talk to you later.
BK walks out of the shot and with that the scene ends.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:56:17 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Elvir
Back we go to the arena, where Philip is performing a “full monty” strip for his adoring legions of female fans-
-Aaah, that caught you off guard, didn’t it? And you thought these introductions were all the same… I jest, of course. It’s all systems normal as Philip announces match 5.
Philip: This next match is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from parts unknown… “the Archangel of Anarchy”, Elvir!
”Liberate” by Disturbed begins to play, and as white lights flash around the otherwise dark arena, Elvir emerges on to the stage and walks slowly down the ramp. He enters the ring and kneels, making supplications to whichever deity it is that he follows, and then rises, removing his trenchcoat and tossing it to the outside.
Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, he is the leader of the Corporate Alliance… BK London!
”Hold Ya Head” blasts over the P.A., and the noise is thunderous as BK comes out, and his familiar pyros are ignited on the stage. The fans boo him, but they’re also glad to see the BK they know back in action, and BK jogs to the ring and slides in, evidently wanting to make up for what to him is lost time. The referee runs quickly over the rules, and then calls for the bell.
Bell rings.
Following his altercation with Rattlesnake earlier in the evening, BK’s got some frustration to take out on a “volunteer”, and Elvir is the guy who’s going to have to take on that undesirable moniker. The crowd watches with voyeuristic enjoyment as BK takes the fight to his opponent, repeatedly striking him with forearms and a chop or two as he tries to establish himself as the controlling force in this contest. There’s just one slight problem with this plan, however, and it’s that Elvir is more than a little used to dealing with “punishment”; he takes the hits with what is almost a blank expression, and then the second that BK opts to back off and grab a breath, Elvir immediately switches to the offensive and hits back with a series of knife-edge chops, a kick to the gut and a DDT. It may be one of the most common series of moves, but Elvir executes it with a mesmerizing combination of excellent technique and palpable malice that makes everyone sit up and take notice, not least Mr. London himself. Elvir makes a cover, and the referee drops to count – but he’s barely got to 1 before BK kicks out, with a glance at Elvir which suggests that he’s not pleased with his foe’s lack of “respect”. Elvir, of course, pays this no attention at all and continues to hit BK with stiff forearms until BK breaks the sequence with a whip to the ropes and then a flapjack. As Elvir hits the mat, BK pulls him up and performs the London-plex for a mark-out pop, and a count of 2 from the referee.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:57:14 GMT -5
Both BK and Elvir stand up at approximately the same time, and engage in a grapple; Elvir has a slight height and weight advantage, and begins to push BK back, only for BK to dig in and then use a suplex to leave Elvir lying against the ropes with his legs propped up on them. BK nips up and holds the ropes while pressing Elvir’s neck with his boot; the referee gives a 5 count before ordering the break. Confident that he’s wearing his foe down, BK pulls Elvir away by the feet toward the centre of the ring, and signals the Corporate Lock; Elvir though kicks free of BK’s grasp and rolls over backward on to his feet, and as BK turns Elvir whips him into the nearest corner. BK bounces back out, but Elvir is rushing at him and connects with a strong clothesine; as BK hits the mat, Elvir jumps on to the second rope and from there performs a knee drop to the throat that makes the crowd wince in sympathy. BK clutches his throat as Elvir regards his work with satisfaction; knowing that he must cause more suffering to satisfy the mysterious and arcane forces that drive him, Elvir places his opponent into a half Nelson and then swings him around to drop him on to his knee to complete his “Deitybreaker”. The crowd responds loudly again, some booing, others cheering, and Elvir makes a pin which the referee counts 1…..2- BK kicks away and rolls back on to his feet, Elvir keeps pace with him and now the crowd can see that thus far each has proven to be a match for the other. With no shortage of motivation, Elvir raises his arms up and then gestures toward BK, as if beckoning him to his end; BK simply stares at him, demonstrating that he does not fear his opponent, and then makes his move…
The momentary lull is shattered as BK and Elvir unleash their full power upon one another. Elvir is immensely strong, and every blow and tiny flicker of pain that crosses BK’s face seems to increase his power. BK though has fought against many powerful foes, and he makes his hits count, so that as Elivr expends more and more energy in his efforts to cause suffering, BK starts to pool some of his strength and waits for the right moment to release it. That moment comes as Elvir scores what he thinks is a critical blow on his opponent, and attempts to exploit BK’s recent string of injuries with his overhead belly to belly brainbuster; BK resists the lift, strikes Elvir across the face and then demonstrates his own strength with his B.K.O – a backdrop lift and toss with a neckbreaker finish. The fans are wowed by the new move, and think it’s all over as BK makes the cover, 1….2…- but Elvir gets his shoulder up, and BK looks surprised at the newcomer’s resilience. Getting up quickly on to his feet, BK signals for the Shades of Michaels and begins tuning up; Elvir rises groggily, sees BK’s movement and almost manages to duck – but he’s just a fraction too slow, and BK connects with a crushing superkick. Elvir collapses, and this time it’s asking too much of him. BK pins and the count is made, 1……2…..3.
Philip: Here is your winner… BK London!
The outcome is what most people expected, and BK celebrates his win, ascending the turnbuckle as Elvir slowly comes around. He looks pensive and perhaps a little nervous as to what this will mean for him, but his personal situation aside the up-and-comer has shown that he has the potential to be a devastating force in the ring.
As BK continues his tour of the corners, the show fades out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 18, 2006 15:58:23 GMT -5
Segment: The Tarantino Telephone (Credit: Torak)
We are presented with a rare distinctive view of the exterior of the ACW building. The night air is clear and carries a frosty chill. Summer hasn’t quite reached this part of the world yet. However, there is no biting wind or saturating rain pouring down so it is safe to venture outside without being draped in a heavy coat or lumbered with a flimsy umbrella in your possession…
Which is fortunate for the chairman, as he didn’t have the patience to grab either on his way out, he just wanted to get the hell out of there before it turned nasty.
The door creaks agitatedly as it is forced open and the cold air capitalizes on the aperture by quickly infiltrating the building as the chairman emerges through to the outside. He closes the door behind him and backs into it, creating a blockade between himself and the problems he faced inside the building. He exhales a deep sigh of relief that is visible in the cold.
He pushes himself from the door and takes a few steps forward into the external area. As he takes every step he realizes the area is devoid of life, noise and movement and begins to notice the inanimate objects that create his new surroundings;
A rather hefty looking dumpster casts a huge shadow before it. A discarded bicycle lays almost lifeless on the floor, dying from the rust that spreads over it’s frame. The tall, thin iron railings that enclose the area with a rickety gate situated towards one end of the fence, hanging lethargically from it’s hinges and only held in place due to a thick padlock.
He continues out into the area, his expensive shoes scuffing the conrete as he walks, too exhausted to lift his legs more than an inch from the ground. He looks up at the sky above him for a brief moment before returning his gaze ahead of him. This time he looks further out, beyond the iron bars, and notices the landscape that peers down at the ACW arena. Even the land prefers to view the brutal ACW action from a distance.
Ginger scans the distant horizon, moving his eyes slowly from right to left, until he reaches a lone tree sitting half-way down a nearby hill. He glares at it, wondering what kind of tree it is, trying to make out through the slight-darkness if the leaves are green, if fruit hangs from the branches or if a swing rocks gently from it.
Suddenly…
Suddenly is a word that, without fail, can instill fear or dread into the heart of any man when read or heard. It is a word that derives from unpredictability. It is something that is out of the blue and unexpected. One moment there is normal then there it is…that word. Sudden is as sudden does.
Suddenly, a small flock of birds fly swiftly from the branches and embrace the night sky before soaring to a new location. Their wings aptly flutter, just as the chairman’s heart does. For a momentary second he froze on the spot, as if the temperature dropped staggeringly. However, once he realizes what was the suddenicity (Yeah, it’s a word I made up) that frightened him, he lightens up and finds his jumpy nature quite humorous. He begins to laugh quietly to himself, a laugh that contains a hint of embarrassment.
Suddenly…
There it is again. His laugh ceases in an instant and he once again becomes frozen. He no longer finds the situation he is in funny. His eyes widen and his breathing becomes much heavier. A horrible feeling sweeps over him, a dreaded sensation that induces horripilation, spreading goose bumps all over his body. It is an icy chill that can not be attributed to the temperature. For the first time in the past few moments he gets a frightening feeling that he is not alone.
At first, he is too petrified to turn around and examine the area that he feels the presence lingers. His eyes frantically try to seek out a gap in the iron fence to possibly squeeze through but they turn up no results. Even the sleekest of cats would find those railings a tight fit.
He swallows hard, hoping for a dose of courage mixed in his saliva, before slowly turning around to face the dumpster. Sure enough there is a shadowy, ominous figure loitering in the shadow of the dumpster. Unfortunately, a shadow is another shadow’s best camouflage.
The chairman returns his glance to the discarded bike. Unappreciated by someone, but how it could be cherished by the chairman right now. Unfortunately, he quickly notices the distinct lack of chain around the crankset, rendering any quick getaway impossible. Besides, the padlock that supports the gate at the end of the fence appears to be too sturdy to break through and the door that he exited from is far far away. Or at least, that’s how it seems.
He decides the best course of action from here is to face up to his fear. He clears his throat and pipes up, nervously…
”Who’s there?”
He patiently awaits a response, though he actually dreads any response at all. He hopes it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. However, he spots movement in the shadows near the dumpster than can only confirm that there is indeed somebody…or something there. He clears his throat again, this time adopting a more authorative tone.
”I am the CHAIRMAN of ACW… I demand you come out right now.”
His words hold more confidence than he possesses, but he can take no more of this chilling buildup. A rough but equally nervous voices replies.
”uh…it’s just me boss…”
The chairman squints his eyes as the figure approaches him from the shadows.
”Wh-Who? I can’t see you…”
The figure fully emerges into the brighter portion of the area and becomes fully known to the chairman. He’s is slightly familiar…
”Sorry sir, it’s me…Steve Osbourne…I just came out for some fresh air…I thought you were…”
It’s Steve, an ACW staff member who frequently appears in segments. However, he only usually appears in a certain individuals’ segments.
”Thought I was what?”
Steve considers answering his question, but then decides it unneccesary. Both men have had quite a scare already so it would be unfair to start mentioning names.
”Nothing sir, I just didn’t know it was you. Are you okay sir?”
Ginger exhales deeply, aiming wide eyes at his employee.
”Well…I am now. You gave me quite a scare…so…what’s that in your hand?”
Steve holds up his hand to reveal a mangled mess of electronics and plastic.
”Uh…this is my cell phone sir, I was trying to fix it.”
His employer furrows his brow and sarcastically quips…
”Well, looks like you did a good job there, mate. So, what happened to it?
Steve isn’t amused by the chairman’s remark but he offers a smile anyway. You tend to laugh and smile at the jokes of those who pay your salary. He recalls the events that led him here in his head quickly before preparing to tell.
”Well…
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…and there he stands at his desired destination. The large wooden door stands in front of him, obscuring the view behind it and to a certain degree, muffling the sounds from inside.
About two thirds of the way up the door, about eye-level, is a golden plaque with quite fancy, decorative letters that make out a title and a name.
ACW Chairman: Gingerdude
His eyes read and re-read the letters that grace the sign-plate, confirming the content of the room. He’s been here before, as well as inside the room…but it was a long time ago. He remembers the last time entered the room before him he barged in, mercilessly knocking the door to very limit of it’s hinges.
He contemplates a repeat performance as he imagines the face of the chairman as he witnesses him surging into the room like an unstoppable missile, cowering behind his desk as tears flow down his face and urine drips in his underwear.
However, he considers the nature of his visit and instead determines it necessary to knock. He does so, only once, but the thud produced from the thick, hard knuckles is enough to send a shiver down the spine of anyone on the other side of the threshold.
The voice from inside beckons him to enter, the tone liberated from the fear that would normally come with acknowledgement of the fact of presence.
He reaches for the door handle and with a turn of the wrist he reels the latch in from the door frame, gently opening the door and allowing the seeping light of reality that is his existence made known to the occupant of the room.
Torak enters the room and with a slam of the door, what goes on inside the room will occur without a witness.
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