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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:42:15 GMT -5
Segment: The best things come to those who… (Credit: Wyvern)
The video feed on the Alphatron shows the backstage parking lot, where to a large pop from the viewing crowd, Wyvern steps out of his raven-black Audi. Although extremely late for the beginning of the show, he looks around as he exits the vehicle, looking for someone. As he walks down a nearby hallway, he bumps into Charlotte King.
Wyvern: Whoops. I apologize for running into you like that.
Charlotte: It's okay, Wyvern. However, I was actually looking for you.
Wyvern: Hmmm?
Wyvern peers around the rest of the hallway. Sure enough, Charlotte King's cameraman is standing right there, as he waves to Wyvern. Wyvern smirks and turns back to Charlotte.
Wyvern: I take it you want to ask me something?
Charlotte: Yes, actually I do. Are you aware of the comments Rattlesnake made earlier tonight?
Wyvern: Of course I do. I caught his words thanks to ACW Live, on the ACW channel on XM Radio.
With this, Wyvern turns straight to the camera and flashes a very cheesy smile, letting the viewing audience know he's putting a shameless plug in for the service. This elicits a round of laughter within the arena as well.
Wyvern: But seriously though, I know what he said.
Charlotte: So then, what are your thoughts on his comments?
Wyvern: First off, it looks like my "indecisiveness" is starting to get at him. It's funny, because most people wouldn't dwell on what gimmick is slapped onto a match, rather the mere fact they'll be getting their hands on their opponent usually suffices. However on Monday, when I refused to give him the stipulation for our confrontation at Omega Effect, he simply resorted to attacking me as I turned away. Sounds to me like he's getting worried, but maybe that's just my opinion.
Charlotte: Fair enough. On another note, he mentioned something along the lines of an alleged "curse". Do you buy into this?
Wyvern: Not for one moment. Rattlesnake, and even others within the ranks in Alpha Championship Wrestling, are pinning a stigma on my victory at Fallen Heroes last year, claiming it was a "curse". However, despite falling short at Omega Effect, did anyone notice how I rebounded against SIX other competitors, two of which have held the ACW World Title SINCE that loss, not to mention the numberous titles amongst them all. Now, I don't consider titles the defining mark of a competitor, but it usually serves as an accurate barometer of their potential. Anyways, back to my point. With that being my first major match post-Omega Effect, and my last being my victory at Bloody Valentine, what's with the "curse" that he's speaking of? Unless he's referencing himself, he's barking up the wrong tree.
Charlotte: Thank you for your viewpoint on that.
Wyvern: No problem. Do you have anything else for me?
Charlotte: Actually, I do.
Wyvern: Figured as much.
Wyvern laughs, letting Charlotte know while he's being serious, he still has a relative sense of humor. She chuckles briefly, before addressing Wyvern again.
Charlotte: Are you going to provide any insight into what stipulation, or stipulations, will be employed at your match at Omega Effect?
Wyvern: You know, I really don't feel it's the time or place to say. You see, I'm a man with a plan, a man on a mission, a man with a vision. Rattlesnake backed himself into a corner, and sure he can bare his proverbial fangs at me and attempt to strike, but he's got to face facts. I, Wyvern, am his anti-toxin. I've studied what he does in the ring, I know what makes him tick. Thus, I realize it's quite favorable to let him play the waiting game. Sure it sucks on his part, but since he gave me the ball to pick the stips, I might as well run with it all the way to the endzone.
Charlotte: Do you have any closing comments for the ACW viewers?
Wyvern: I sure do. Rattlesnake, when we collide at Omega Effect, we're not going to have a substandard match filled to the brim with gimmicks. We're not going to have anything less than the showstopper. You know, if I was AK and Latino, I'd be worried about our match taking the attention of the crowd. Hell, BK and RDK can settle their eternal feud, but no offense, it's going to be filler as far as I see it, when it's sized up to our encounter. You know why? I'm in the best shape of my professional wrestling career, and truth be told, you're definitely running parallels to my career here in ACW. Regardless of how much you piss me off, I respect your abilities in the ring. However, I'm on a mission. I'm coming to Omega Effect to make you eat your words. Never before any match in my entire life, have I been this focused. You're coming in for a dangerous situation, as I will make you be the first to reconsider of what you know about me. Call it a fair warning, as I'm going to be coming in with techniques that I haven't utilized prior in my career. What they are, I won't tell. However, keep this in mind, Rattlesnake, while you run your mouth about "striking", know that I am your anti-toxin, and I will neutralize you in the middle of the ring, much akin to a snake being drained of its venom. So, come June 24th, get ready...to expect the unexpected!
As Wyvern stares in the direction of the camera, Charlotte signals to the cameraman to cut the feed. As the feed returns to the rest of the standard ACW programming, one must wonder: What will Wyvern's stipulations be for Omega Effect?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:42:42 GMT -5
Segment: 2 + 1 = 3 (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Gingerdude: You want what!
Jake Cheng stands with Ginger in his office. Jake sits on the opposite side of his desk and there is a sheet of paper on the desk in-between them.
Jake: I want to add Scott Andrews to the Light-Heavyweight Title match at Omega Effect.
Gingerdude: Are you sure? I mean, it adds more risk into the match for yourself.
Jake picks up the pen and signs the match contract.
Jake: I am sure.
Gingerdude: Fine. Is there a stipulation you would like to add?
Before Jake has a chance to answer, the door of Gingerdude’s office collapses. On top of the door lies Scott Andrews. And on top of Scott Andrews is Santiago Rivera. Ginger jumps up but Jake doesn’t move a muscle. Ginger presses a button and in come Bruce and Tyrone to stop the punching fight between the two new OE opponents and move them out of Ginger’s office.
Jake: Actually, I got something in mind.
Jake smiles and writes something on the paper. What it says you’ll find out on Monday...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:44:34 GMT -5
Match 7: Macho Man RDK & Senator Steve Phillips vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint & "Demolisher" Hugh Daniels (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Sylvain Mint and Hugh Daniels, both members of the Corporate Club on Fallout are seen in the ring, awaiting their opponents.
Maxwell McNally: This match, one of the last on the Senator's retirement tour should be quite interesting for a number of reasons.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Yeah, not only does this feature the dream team of Steve Phillips and RDK, but it also has two former ACW champions competing, one per team!
McNally: For those who don't watch Fallout...
Edison: And anyone who doesn't is a chump!
McNally: Anyway, Hugh Daniels has a collegiate background, coming from a family of wrestlers, but he's better known for his tendancies to destroy his opponents beyond any reasonable measure. Sylvain Mint's called "Pay Day" for a reason, he only enters the ring when the money's there, and even then, he only does what he has to do to collect the check. He's the first ACW champion, and still reasonably talented, but his lack of any sort of true passion for what he does hampers his efforts.
Edison: Yeah, Max, but you can't say that about either of his opponents! The Macho Mahyn and the Senator are two extremely dedicated wrestlers, even if I sometimes give them a hard time, I respect everything they've done, and then some!
Suddenly...
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoh Yeaaaaaah!
A special Alphatron made especially for the occasion plays, as the music melds into Hail to the Chief. RDK and Senator both walk out to a huge burst of applause, Phillips striking his trademark Victory pose, and RDK doing a muscle pose on the ramp.
McNally: I...can...hardly hear my own voice! And I must say that I never thought I'd see the day when these two would team!
Phillip: Announcing now, teaming for the first time ever, Macho Man RDK and the Senator Steve Phillips!
Phillips and Kanyon nod to each other, and storm the ring, sending Mint and Daniels rolling out of the ring. RDK generously offers to start, but Daniels and Mint are having a harder time deciding, and are arguing outside the ring. RDK, though, makes the decision rather easier when he, too, exits the ring, approaching the Corporate Club members from behind, knocking their heads together. Mint slumps back against the ring apron, so RDK tosses him in, which signals the start of the match. Mint takes advantage of the agressive Macho Man off the start, catching him with an eye rake to counter a tie up attempt. Mint goes for a wristlock, and cranks on it...but RDK merely shakes his head at the move, shooting a condesending stare at his opponent, and slapping the taste out of his mouth! Mint responds with a punch, which the Macho Mahyn merely no sells, responding with another slap. Mint bounces off the ropes, going for another punch, which is blocked by RDK, who spins his opponent around and slaps him once more.
Edison: I doubt that Sylvain sees the humor in this situation, like his partner does!
Sure enough, Hugh Daniels is snickering on the apron, finding some sort of humor in seeing Mint slapped around. What he doesn't find as funny, is being forceably tagged in when the Macho Man hammer throws Mint into the corner. Daniels charges in, missing with a bicycle kick, RDK spins his opponent around, hits a DDT, and transitions into a Macho Facelock, cranking back on his opponent's neck. Daniels yells, but Mint decides not to enter the ring, prefering to simply distract the referee...allowing for Daniel Ness to run into the ring unannounced from the crowd, sneak up on RDK, pull him off Mint, and hit him with the Sheer FinNESS inverted guillotine crusher, before rolling back out the other side of the ring. Phillips enters the ring at this point, rushing over...and is cut off by referee Keiji Makabe.
McNally: This is shameless! The Corporate Club just had to bring backup, didn't they?
Daniels goes for a pin...
...1
...2
...RDK's not gonna go down this soon, brudahs, Machomaniacs, and Constituents! The Macho Man knocks Daniels down with a series of punches, but now, Sylvain Mint makes himself useful with a leaping back brain lariat. Phillips once again tries to get into the ring, but this time, Daniel Ness rushes over, and trips him off the apron. Joey Reynolds catches the cheap shot, and wastes no time in motioning to security to give Ness a first class escort out of the ACW Arena.
Edison: See 'ya latah, gatah! And don't come back no more!
Meanwhile, Mint and Daniels both stomp the figurative mudhole in RDK, but Mint manages to cut out of the ring before Reynolds turns back around. The Demolisher sees this as a prime opportunity to lock in a submission hold on RDK, a Full Nelson, specifically. As the Macho Man struggles to escape the hold, the Senator starts a chant in his corner, rallying the Machomaniacs and the Constituents in a massive R--D--K chant, giving the ACW star a burst of adrenaline, allowing him to buck foward, carrying Daniels on his back as he makes a mad dash to his corner, and..the..tag..is..MADE!!
Phillips starts his rampage, knocking Daniels off RDK with a kick to the back of the head. Mint enters the ring, and promptly exits it under the ropes, following a vicious Washington Lariat.
Edison: Lariatoooooooo!
Hugh Daniels stalks the Senator from behind, going for a headbutt, but the Senator ducks it into a rear waistlock, hitting a low angle German suplex, sheer drop backdrop, and the Liberalizer full nelson facebuster, finishing the requsite Senatorial Series! Mint comes back into the ring, and chops Phillips halfheartedly. The Senator, in return, blasts Mint with a vicious knife edge, sending him back down. However, as he turns around, Hugh Daniels is there, and hits a waterwheel drop, going for a pin...
...1
...RDK breaks up the pin at the one count, yeah, the one count! Mint tries to attack RDK, but only is met with a MACHO SLAM! The Demolisher, on the other hand, lifts the Senator up, going for his running Northern Lights Bomb, the Demolisher Spike...but the Senator counters it into a modified high angle inside cradle for the pin...
...1
...2
...3!
Phillip: Your winners, Senator Steve Phillips, and the Macho Man RDK!
Senator and RDK continue to celebrate their win against their opponents tonight, but their celebration is brought to a screeching halt when "Remember the Name", the infamous Corporate Alliance theme, bursts into life. As the lights flicker on and off around the arena as part of the entrance, both Senator and RDK get into position to take on the worst that could happen. BK London steps onto the stage, and he rips off his shirt, preparing to head down to the ring but what the two in the ring doesn't see is Predator hopping over the barricade and sliding into the ring. The lights in the arena return to normal once Predator rams him shoulder first into the ring post, sending him to the outside of the ring. RDK sees this from the corner of his eye and goes to work on the former two time Entertainment Champion until BK London, a former two time entertainment champion himself, races down to the ring.
BK slides into the ring and sprints toward RDK but is leveled by a clothesline. This gets a huge pop from the crowd and RDK mounts over BK and starts pummeling him with rights and lefts. Predator rolls to the outside and grabs the International Championship brought to the ring before the match. Predator rolls into the ring with it and winds up before striking RDK in the back of the head with the International Championship. RDK flops over onto the mat and BK rolls from under him and staggers up to his feet. BK picks up the near lifeless champion and feeds him to Predator. Predator kicks him in the abdomen and smashes his head into the title with a Predigree.
Predator shoves the inert body of RDK with his foot so he rolls onto his back before picking up the International Championship. Predator picks up the International Championship and looks at it for a second before throwing it over his shoulder. BK takes a deep look at Predator and gives him a thumbs up, saying that he looks good with that belt over his shoulder. The two exit the ring together and the crowd boos them until they disappear behind the curtain.
Fade Out.
OOC: Ending events credit to BK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:47:51 GMT -5
Segment: Heeey Latino! (Credit: Latino/Red)
As the show returns from commercial the fans are shown the Entertainment Champion, Mr. Red. He walks down the hallway with a more than cocky walk. He taps one person on the shoulder and threatens them with his baseball bat but continues to walk on down the hallway. He then jumps and nearly falls back as he sees the person standing a few feet away from him. Red then runs over towards the person as the camera quickly follows him trying to keep up.
Red: HEEEEEEEEYYY LATINO!
Latino (turning back): Dios fucking Mios what the hell do you want?
Red (putting his arm around Latino): Ahh nothing my good, bestest pal. I just wanted to have a chat with you.
Latino pushes Red’s arm off his shoulder and then starts to walk away. Red continues to follow him as he clearly does not want Latino to get away right now.
Red: Now, now you don’t want to be like that to a good friend don’t you? I mean after all we’ve been through! Remember back when I first came to ACW!? We’re amigos!! No, we’re hermanos!! I mean we’ve both fought together and….been with Alicia!
Latino: Listen Mr. Roko…or Rojo whatever the hell your name is. I really could care less about you and your chats.
Latino continues to walk away as Red follows shortly behind him. He adjusts the Entertainment title around his waist and lowers his bat as he leans forward towards Latino.
Red: Oh yea, you’re right, you’re right. I mean why would I want to talk to you. Your career is nothing now, am I right?
Latino: What? Que te fumando? What the hell are you smoking. I’m going to Omega Effect for that World Title.
Red: Hmm. Very true. I mean you’re going up for that title...but how many times have you fought for it?
Red starts counting on his fingers…
Red: What two or three times? Geez it sure has taken you a lot of missed chances to finally make it to Omega Effect. I mean look at me. I’m Entertainment Champion and it didn’t take me two or three times to get it. Hey I even beat two worthy competitors in a triple threat match. But that’s right it’s not about me it’s about you my Latino friend. You’re going to Omega Effect to face off against your lovely wife.
Latino: What point do you have here? I really don’t feel like speaking about you or her ahora.
Red: Oh well I just could not help but notice that…she’s a much better wrestler than you. I mean she “technically” won that title last year and then did it again officially this year. Oh wait…she’s also been tag champs more than you?
Latino: I don’t need to fucking hear this right now. I have enough on my mind.
Latino turns around and leaves walking away from Red only to hear him yell out once more.
Red (walking towards Latino): HEEEEY LATINO! After Spring Into Hell…..Alicia and I did a lot more than a pin.
Latino quickly turns around and nails Red across the face. He falls over against the wall and drops his bat. He holds his chin with a smile as his title falls from his waist to the floor. ACW Officials run over and quickly get in between one another before a brawl can start. Latino walks away as he has a lot more issues on his mind. Red reaches for his bat and starts after Latino but the Officials won’t let him begin the chase. Instead, he reaches down and picks up his title. He walks away mumbling under his breath….
Red: I’ll see you on Warfare, El Puto. No doubt about that.
* Fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:48:26 GMT -5
Segment: Christine’s Thoughts (Credit: XS3)
We cut back from the last segment and we see Gary, everyone’s favorite jobber, in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Gary: “Hi, ACW! I’m out here to interview the wife of XS3, Christine Leon-Irvine. Christine, could you come into the ring, please?”
Christine looks around at the fans so she shrugs and steps over the guardrail. The male fans give a wolf whistle and Christine waves at them before she climbs into the ring and approaches Gary, shaking his hand.
Gary: “Thanks a lot! By the way, you have pretty hair! And pretty eyes too!”
Christine: “Thank you for the compliments… even though I’m already married.”
The crowd lets out a small chuckle as Gary continues.
Gary: “Question one, what do you think about ACW?”
Christine: “Well, I’ve seen a lot of great people come and go in the ring. They are quite amazing and I’m proud to say I’m married to a guy who wrestles for this company.”
The crowd pops for the kind words towards ACW.
Gary: “Question two, whose your favorite superstar?”
Christine: “Well, my two daughters – Hey Kira, hey Sam! I love you two! – are big fans of Tornado, mainly because of the Cyclone Driver. But for me, I’m a fan of… XS3, of course. Also Jack Conner, Alicia ‘Atomic’ Kitsune and Flower Power.”
Fans pop for the latter four mentioned as Gary goes on.
Gary: “Last question, what’s your honest opinion of Logan Locke?”
Christine pauses after Gary’s sentence. She takes a small second to think over her answer then she nods. She motions for Gary’s mic which is kindly handed to her. She then makes a hand motion for Gary to head to the back. Even though he is ADD-filled, Gary gets the idea and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp to the back. Christine brings the mic to her mouth.
Christine: “Kids, I want you to shut the TV off so that you don’t have to hear the things mom’s gonna say… Logan, you are a bastard. Pure and simple. All you’re obsessed with is making my husband’s life a living hell. It didn’t just end there when he apologized for accidentally shoving you, did it? You had to make a big fuss about it which ended up here. I hope my husband gives you the ass-kicking of a lifetime on Warfare because I swear… If I didn’t condone violence, I would kick your two little whore’s asses, kick the teeth out of that big guy who attacked my husband then wrap my hands around your neck and strangle some sense into you.”
Christine looks around at the fans then gets a smile on her face.
Christine: “Oopsie, I went a little overboard on that one. Anyways, enjoy the rest of the show everyone!”
The fans cheer as Christine sets the mic down on the mat gently and waves to more fans. She hops to the second turnbuckle and points to more fans who have followed XS3’s career before she hops down on the ring, rolls under the bottom rope to the outside and goes back to her seat.
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:51:15 GMT -5
Segment: Awarding a true champion (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up, the camera opens up to a shot of just BK London standing in front of a blue background. It doesn't go any further than that, no symbolic shadows, no creative setting, just BK London by himself. He doesn't have the normally happy state of mind that he usually has. Right here, BK London pours his heart out into this promo, no sugar coated interview, no spouting his mouth off at the crowd, just BK.....RAW.
BK: Last Monday on Warfare, RDK and I engaged in one of the most heated face offs in ACW History. We tossed words back and forth, each of them piercing the other right where it hurts most. And in the end, I believe I did exactly what I said I was going to do...and that's give it to RDK, unscensored, unscripted, and uncontrollable. But RDK managed to deliver the exact same promise, and said some harsh things while still maintaining the crowd is his grasp.
The camera slowly fades in to the face of BK, while it may be one of the most appealing faces in ACW, that isn't his intention. You stare into his cold brown eyes, and not see the eyes of BK, but the eyes of a killer.
BK: He talks about how he won the ACW Heavyweight Championship twice in his career, sure enough continue to boost his ego but once again failing to tell you the entire story behind those title reigns. ACW has been a world wide phenomenom for about what? Two years now? But some of our fans haven't really witnessed too much of our first shows, and on our first show, RDK became champion. Not because he won it, oh no, because he was AWARDED the championship by the scheming Chairman WCW98.
On the screen shows a picture of Chairman WCW awarding the ACW Championship, at that time GFWCW Championship, to a much younger RDK.
BK: ....As much as he'd like to believe he worked hard and won the title thanks to his oh so faithful Machomaniacs, he once again leads you onto a fallacy. RDK could never win the big one at that time, why? Because while he has all the charisma in the world, while he didn't have that X-Factor, that factor that set him apart from everyone else in the ring. And then he goes on to boast about his second reign, oh what a glorious reign....let's see...the only reason he got to the belt was because it was stripped from Yoko Satoshi. You didn't go through a tournament to finally capture the belt like I did? No...no....you didn't even face me to secure a shot at the World Title, no no...once again...you were gracefully awarded the ACW championship. And finally, you went on to win the ACW Championship and why? Because you didn't face ME!
A shot of RDK celebrating his ACW Title win at last year's Emperor of the Ring when he was victorious over Dan White.
BK: So RDK, you call me a lapdog bitch to the Chairman Gingerdude. Well look at where you are now, and look at where I am. When's the last time you received a ACW Championship? And don't give me that mess about that I only have it because I am part of the Corporate Alliance, I earned my shots. I put on spectacular matches that leave the crowd's jaws dropped, and why do I do that? Because I'm just that damn good. You are weak RDK, as much as you are drawn to believe that you are really strong and nearly unstoppable, the truth is below the layers of all the yelling and mindless rambling about dairy products and such, below all the layers of backstage attacks and career destroying moves, you're not even man enough to carry my coffee.
The camera pulls out, revealing Predator next to BK London with his arms folded, but more noticeably, the ACW International Championship over his shoulder.
BK: ...and even more to my point that you're weak, you stand now naked of your ACW International Championship...not because you lost it but because we - WE - took it from your hands and then took you out. And now, I bestow upon Predator, hell....just for kicks, I "award" Predator the International Championship on the count of RDK failing to man up. RDK, you're a PUSSY, a pussy who at Omega Effect is going to be sent out of ACW once and for all thanks to yours truly...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:51:37 GMT -5
Segment: KOTDM Promotion (Credit: Dan)
The audience are in a relaxed state, as we’ve just come back from a commercial, and they’ve had a few minutes to reflect on the action so far, before the next event. However before anything has a chance to happen, the arena darkens, and “Mystery of Chessboxin” by the Wu Tang Clan hits the PA system. The fans wonder what’s happening, and expect to see a new member of ACW burst through the curtains. However instead of what they expect to see, they notice the alphatron flickering on and off. The date of “July 2nd” is flashed on and off, starting with total white text, but each time getting redder and redder with blood.
Then, several flashes over the usual black are seen, showing highlights of the previous King of the Death Match tournament in ACW, which was way back in September 2004. It shows clips of the stars in that PPV, such as Skurai, TNT, 004, Angelo Giovanni, White Rose, Rey McFoley and a guy people thought was a star, but it was just Blade really, and does anybody really care about him? There’s a lot of blood, as usual, and a lot of action seen, and as expected a lot of carnage. But the alphatron then bursts into a series of pictures, highlighting the final of the tournament. Alicia Kitsune and Ridley battle it out in the ‘Lil Shop of Horrors match, and the images show what lengths these two battled out for in order to try and win the prestigious trophy. But in the end, with the aid of skill, luck and some handy household tools, Alicia Kitsune came out on top, and the final picture shows her, with her arms raised with the aid of a referee…
The arena lightens up on this note, still showing that image. A silent male voice whispers “King of the Death Match 2006” and the fans loudly pop for the announcement of the tournament, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:54:36 GMT -5
Segment: A Familiar Face (Credit: Torak)
Since Spring Into Hell, life in ACW has continued. With Omega Effect in close proximity the days that once stood seemingly robustly between the present status and the dreams of men have succumbed to the determination of inevitability and swiftly ushered the minutes that make hours by, reeling the event that lingered far beyond them closer and closer.
Similarly, life outside ACW continues everyday. The majority of people walk the streets wearing smiles granted to them by fulfilment, their lives caressed by fortune and their hearts simmering with love. The familiar bustling of normal, everyday life continues…
…but for one man. One whose whole life had recently been ripped apart, snatched away from him for good. It is almost like a hand had penetrated his skin and removed an organ as he feels empty inside. Though in truth, it was not an internal removal…but an external one.
Torak sits, unusually, not inside his creepy dungeon that is tucked away in the dank and dark depths of the ACW arena. Instead, he occupies a hard, unwelcoming seat in what appears to be a small, local café. There are very few customers, either due to the presence of the normally intimidating but now maskless beast or fact that the food is notoriously bad.
Torak can think of anything but eating right now as he is hunched over the uncleaned table in front of him. There are remains of a meal; a dirty plate with a pile of cold, discarded beans huddled in one corner with the rest of the porcelain crockery decorated by crumbs of bread. Accompanying the plate is a half-full (or half-empty) cup of black coffee which sports a “bleeding” stain down it’s side that leads to a ring of black beneath it. None of these were used by Torak, they were here when he arrived, unfussy about the selection of seats.
The petite blonde waitress that shuffles, strangely enthusiastically around the ghostly café did consider clearing table 7, but she noticed the air of disappointment coupled with restrained fury of it’s occupant and eventually decided against it. He had shown no interest in ordering anything since he came in anyway and while using the café for anything other than consuming the in-house food or drink is usually discouraged, she didn’t really fancy attempting to eject him from the premises.
His face rests in his hands; his clasped fingers forming a makeshift mask for his exposed face. He shields his face as you would shield your genitals if you found yourself exposed in public. Suitably, he feels naked, stripped of his dignity and left bare for the world to see.
Even the sun wishes to get a glimpse as streaks of sunlight seep through the half-open blinds and spread across his hands that hide his uncovered face.
Peering over his thick index fingers he views a shadow creeping over the messy table situated in front of him. It is a familiar shadow as it closely resembles the type of shadow that he himself casts when standing above an individual. Clarification of the source’s identity is unnecessary; he is fully aware of who could cast such a shadow.
“We meet again Jack”
The deep, air-grating sound resonates inside Torak’s auditory canal, scratching his tympanic membrane and subsequently arousing his full interest. He slowly glances up to ingest the image of the figure stood above him. He immediately notices the face; it is one he knows so well: The sharp, dark beady eyes that pierce through the air hide underneath bushy eyebrows that could provide home for all kinds of creatures. The thick, powerful jaw coated in black facial hair that forms a bridge above his fat, dry lips. Long and thick jet black hair surrounds his face, which sports evidence of belonging to a man in his late forties or early fifties, eventually resting on the strong, wide shoulders. The bulky, muscular physique also contributes to the wave of familiarity that stretches beyond Torak and into the viewers themselves. You’ve seen this man before somewhere.
In his possession he has a large carry bag. The weight of it puts strain on the handles, but not the massive brawny arms of it’s carrier. He looks down at Torak with an almost roguish smirk. Torak turns his attention away from him and focuses on the untidy table once more. His visitor takes this as an invitation to take a seat. He sits in the chair directly opposite Torak, placing the bag in the adjacent seat. He immediately turns to Torak.
”I’m not going to ask you how you are feeling…as I already know the answer”
Torak does not flinch at the comment; he merely continues to glare into the cold and murky coffee contained in the grimy cup on the table. It doesn’t take a genius to work out Torak is very unhappy, angry and possibly ashamed following his loss to Latino at Spring Into Hell. He holds slight resentment towards himself for putting himself into this position; resentment that he also aims toward the man opposite him.
”I’m sorry for urging you into the match and consequently, this situation…but I knew what would lead from it so you must trust me.”
Accompnaying this comment, his left hand rests on the bag that he arrived with, grabbing Torak’s attention and directing it toward the bag, generating speculation in Torak’s mind to what it may contain.
”Don’t worry about this. This contains your future…your potential, something that you weren’t really aware of in your past. But I won’t get into that right now. I would rather talk about our past…your childhood and teen years which I know very much about.”
He notices he has once again procured the attention of Torak with his statement. Torak, whilst eager to learn what occupies the bag he is keen to discover just how much this “familiar stranger” really knows about him.
Jack always used to watch his father work. His father, when he was still alive, was a mechanic that worked for a well-known car dealership though his skills weren’t restricted to his workplace; he would often tend to cars of friends or relatives, or friends’ relatives or relatives’ friends…whoever needed their vehicle mended would always come to Jack’s father.
Jack would stand outside his grandparent’s garage and watch his father work with wonderment as the sparks flew off in all directions through the dusty air that carried the sound of a rattling compressor and the smell of spray-paint. He never knew what it was his father was doing to a car in any particular job but it still amazed him how easy steel could be welded together by heat. He was just 6 years old, after all.
Jack stood a few yards outside the garage, the tall black doors wide-open to allow fresh air to circulate in the building. His father was busy working on the car creating a fair share of sparks as metal met metal at high speeds and high temperatures. Without warning, a roasting hot ember hurtles through the air with conviction, determined to strike it’s target. It connects, catching Jack directly in his right eye and sends him crashing to the harsh, stony floor below.
By chance, Jack’s mother steps out at that precise moment to witness the incident, the horror hitting her eyes like a spark. She swiftly rushes over to her beloved son and scoops the fallen child up in her arms before rushing back toward the house. Blinded by panic she does not notice the wooden door, with a pane of glass in the center, had been closed behind her to prevent the family dog from venturing outside. She, with child in arms, subsequently crashes through the door, taking it off it’s hingers and collapsing to the floor. To exacerbate the already traumatic experience, Jack finds himself with a shard of glass lodged into his stomach before falling unconscious.
”Ten stitches were required as a result of that, I’m sure you remember. The eye was fine though, never needed glasses or anything. Unlike your father, of course.”
He notices the last comment stirs something inside Torak. He himself felt his own heart skip a beat as the remark was made. He lowers his head, exhaling deeply through his nose as he begins to speak a little more deeply.
”I remember when he died…that damn illness, it was devastating…you were inconsolable for a long time after that. You even stopped talking about that Amy Gibson…you never stopped talking about Amy Gibson.”
Torak needs no reminder of his feelings. His father dying was the greatest pain in his miserable life…but he appreciated his acquatance’s attempt to quickly lighten the tone by changing the subject.
”You were obsessed with that girl, everyone said “Jack and Amy, what a lovely couple they would make. They’ll be married for sure.”
He quickly realizes he ventured back before the grief again and so strategically skips over the painful memories and evokes a rare but happy memory.
”Of course, you forgot all about her as soon as you met Cordelia. Nobody else liked her, nobody else would accept the fact that you were together…but you knew you loved her and nobody could change that. She was destined to spend the rest of her life with Jack, forever making him happy.
Until…what happened…happened. You took that loss badly, you lost yourself so much in the anger and humiliation that you forgot about her. You raised your hand to her for the first time ever…and she deserved better than that. When she left, there was only one thing for it…revenge on the person responsible for causing you to lose everything you had.”
Torak’s head sinks deep into his hands as his elbows plant themselves into the table, almost denting the cheap plastic surface. Torak knows exactly what he is talking about.
”Sure, it worked at first…he was close to snapping, losing his mind for a long time by the distress caused by the only man that can dish out that sort of distress. Yes, you put him into hospital in a critical state after beating him senseless in the ring…but now, here you are again, languishing on the outside, so tormented by the embarassment that you can’t even return to that place.
And that is why I wanted you to meet me here.”
He turns to the bag that is rested on the seat and begins to unzip it. Torak’s hands slowly slide away from his face, partially revealing it. The bag is soon fully open and the man pulls an object out of it.
”That phone call I made to you was the first part of the plan…I knew what would be the outcome of the match but it had to be done in order for this to happen.”
He pulls a long leather strap of a belt out of the bag and holds it in front of him. It is not a belt for supporting trousers worn by someone; it is much too big for that. It looks just like a championship belt for a boxing or wrestling organisation. Torak looks on with great interest.
”One of the biggest reasons you have failed to succeed in this industry is because of your lack of motivation. Now, I know you enjoy bashing the brains out of anyone that is stupid enough to get in your way…but you have always lacked that burning desire outside of punishment. Whilst, against your average competitor, that is more than enough to achieve success. However, as you have so readily discovered in ACW, many of your opponents have that leading edge in bouts because they are spurred on by their dreams of triumph, accomplishing their goal of attaining objects such as this…”
He lays the belt out on the table, upside down to him but the correct way up for Torak to read, in front of him. Torak inspects the item closesly. Three gold plates adorn the thick leather strap with four gold buttons to connect the two ends of the belt, should it be worn around the waist. In the center of the largest gold plate he notices an image of the earth with the initials “ACW” printed above the word “WORLD”.
Then he notices the nameplate below it, fastened on with screws, bearing a name which Torak reads multiple times. He looks up at the man sitting opposite him, confusion dictating his expression. He returns his bemused glare at the nameplate again. It reads:
“TORAK”
He looks up at the man again, demanding an explanation.
”This…is yours. Or, at least, it will be, providing you follow my instructions – which I am sure you will because, well, I did at the time. Sometime, in the future, you will willingly earn the right to compete for this title. When you do, you will, with little difficulty, become victorious and capture the title…becoming a Champion once and for all, retaining it for a very, very long time.
But before that, you must establish yourself, not only into the title picture…but into the ACW hall of fame itself, attaining the legendary status that you so entirely deserve. And I think I might just have the match for you to ensure just that.
Are you interested?”
Torak has never really chased titles before, for personal reasons. But, for reasons he cannot fathom, he feels he must trust this man. He accepts his proposal with a calm nod. His eyes return to the belt that the man begins to pack away into the bag again. He seems quite pleased that he has managed to persuade Torak into following his instructions. He quickly zips up the bag and begins to stand up but, forgetting something, he sits back down.
”There is, just one more thing that I feel I should clarify. I know you’re wondering just how I know all this. I know I was when it happened to me. Well, Jack, I can tell you:
The reason I know all this is…”
He glances over his shoulder, surveying the empty café before continuing. He wants to make sure there are no witnesses present for his revelation. Thankfully, the waitress is busy out back taking a break and so Jack and his visitor are the only two people in the smelly old café. He gets to his feet and removes his shirt.
Immediately, Torak spots something on the man’s now naked torso. On the left side of his stomach, a couple of inches above his navel and about six inches long…a scar, just like the one he has.
”…because, I am you!”
Torak’s face, sure enough, looks frighteningly like the man’s, albeit it a few years younger. The sharp, cold eyes, the bushy eybrows, the black facial hair…it’s almost like looking into a mirror. Torak doesn’t adopt any look of surprise; why would he? He’s spent the last few minutes talking to him, staring at his face and observing the similarity. However, perplexity dawns on him from the comment made by…”him”. He notices the confusion in Torak’s eyes as he heaves the bag up from the seat and begins to move away from the table, chuckling to himself at what he sees. He starts to make his way toward the door.
”See you around Jack…maybe I’ll explain it to you next time.”
He slowly marches away, reaching the door and opening it, causing the bell to ring and leaving Torak alone at the table. The sound of the bell prompts the waitress to rush out into the dining area with the belief that someone had entered. Slightly flustered she approaches the table that Torak occupies with a tentative smile.
”Was that your brother?”
Torak, typically, does not respond but he does consider her question as he stares blankly out of the window beside him. That man could not be his brother…for he was an only child. The mystery expands inside his mind as every possible explanation he can produce is shot down by truth. Eventually, he rises to his feet, pushing the chair backwards, causing it to screech as it grinds across the floor. He surges past the waitress, almost knocking her over, before exiting the door.
He heads toward the one place he hasn’t been since Spring Into Hell: The ACW Arena.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:58:50 GMT -5
Match 8: Hunter vs. Rena
Only 2 matches remain on tonight’s card. It’s not the first time we have seen the next two competitors battle, but few contests have the potential to be so unpredictable. Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is an intergender singles match, set for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Rochester New York… he is a member and current leader of the Senatorial Stable, Andrew Hunter!
”These Walls” hits, and the response is massive as Hunter emerges, with an enigmatically blank expression on his face. There is no cocky smirk, and no energetic dash to the ring; instead, tonight Hunter’s pace is considered, almost leisurely. He enters the ring and waits in a docile fashion, and even Philip casts him a curious sideways glance before continuing.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York City…. She is ACW’s supreme Diva, Rena Matheson!
Whether she’s loved or loathed, few superstars get a crowd going the way Rena does as she enters the arena, looking completely stunning and stealing the breath from every hot blooded male she passes. She walks to the ring and ascends the steps, pausing to pose for photos before sliding between the ropes in a sensual manner.
The referee tugs his collar, but retain a professional air and runs over the rules, checking that all is in readiness. Once he’s happy, he signals to the timekeeper for the bell.
Bell Rings.
One couldn’t possibly blame Hunter for not being himself tonight, and indeed as he and Rena begin to circle, there is a distinct lack of life in his eyes. A few people feel pity for his situation, but Rena is not one of them; to her, any weakness is something to be capitalized on and her demeanor could not be more different. She practically scorns Hunter’s depressed state in her movements, and though Hunter is far stronger, taller and heavier than her, she moves in close and starts to hit him with carefully struck kicks to the gut.
Rena is right to be cautious; whatever his overall mental state, the part of Hunter’s brain that deals with the practicalities of wrestling is still clocked in and on the job, and Rena just barely misses being sent flying by a swinging arm lariat. Ducking low, Rena sweeps out Hunter’s feet and then tries to get him into an Indian Deathlock, but Hunter resists this and rolls back on his feet to stamp Rena viciously. Rena shrieks theatrically, and scrambles to the ropes; Hunter charges at her for a clothesline, but Rena grabs the rope and hangs so that it is pulled down and Hunter tumbles over the top. He manages to grasp the rope too and gets his feet on to the apron, however Rena won’t give up and tries to boot him backward to the floor. Staying close to the ropes though is a risky proposition, and Hunter demonstrates exactly why by reaching over the ropes and hooking up Rena to suplex her up and out of the ring. The crowd cries out as they both smack down on to the floor with a thud.
As she rises Rena puts a hand to her back, but her eyes are already scanning the surroundings for chances to turn the match back in her favour. She has to think quickly as Hunter is straight back up on his feet; he moves forward quickly and Rena attempts the old whip-into-the-post routine, only for Hunter to reverse the movement. Hurling at solid metal, Rena keeps her head and a hold on Hunter’s wrist, and kicks into a flip that sets up an armbar on landing; Hunter is much stronger in the upper body and quickly frees himself, but then positions himself perfectly for Rena to deliver a big dropkick to the chest and drive Hunter forcefully back against the post. Hunter grimaces, and Rena gets back on her feet and moves away; Hunter runs after her and they circle the ring until Rena reaches the announce desks. She agilely leaps up on top, turns, and Chick Kicks Hunter squarely in the jaw; Hunter’s legs turn to jelly and he collapses into the steel steps close by, breaking them apart. Hearing the referee’s count is at 8, Rena jumps to the apron and then gets back in the ring; she hopes to pick up the victory there and then but Hunter is a tough customer and rolls back into the ring just after the 9 count. Rena pouts, and shows the nastier side of her nature by trying to stomp Hunter perilously close to his groin, making the male fans wince; the referee, however, will not allow this and gives Rena a warning, allowing Hunter a crucial second or two to rise back to his feet. His reaction is swift and brutal; Rena tries to wriggle free as Hunter swings her around into the nearest corner, but Hunter uses his fists to pound Rena repeatedly and then switches to consecutive knee strikes. Rena is looking more worn by the second, and as Hunter emotionlessly executes his Thunderstorm (headlock and knee combo to DDT) the fans think this one might be over… but Rena’s arm comes up at the 2.5 mark, and there is a pop for her tenacity as she gets herself back on her feet.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:03:04 GMT -5
Hunter clearly has no desire to be out in the ring for any longer than is absolutely necessary, and his attack on Rena does not let up as he strikes her with a string of forearms. The fans boo this, and Rena isn’t thrilled either – and nor is she even prepared to consider giving up. She holds her arms up to protect herself and then sidesteps when Hunter over-reaches; she flicks up a foot for an axe kick, and then follows this up with a second combined with an armwrench. Hunter is put off momentarily, and Rena belts him with a couple of rib kicks before using his disrupted sense of balance to whip him into the corner. The fans yell in delight as Rena rushes at Hunter and jumps up on to his shoulders and pounds him mercilessly in the head; Hunter staggers under the pressure of the assault and finally gets Rena off by delivering a sitout powerbomb, but it leaves both of them gasping for air on the mat. There can be no question that these two superstars are pushing one another physically in this match, and as they both slowly rise, Rena takes a shot at glory and gets close enough for her to apply her Fade to Black (hammerlock/headscissors choke). The crowd gets noisy, and Hunter starts to waver as oxygen deprivation bites. The referee raises his arm once, and it falls; a second time, and again- no, this time Hunter resists, and the noise ramps up again as Hunter revives and with a great effort dislodges Rena. The Diva supreme acts at once, and comes within millimeters of KOing Hunter with a second Chick Kick… but Hunter evades, and powerslams Rena down before hitting an elbow drop. The fans know what’s coming, and Hunter does not do Rena the disservice of wasting any time before he nails the APM. Always a formidable move, it’s just a little too much for Rena to resist this time, and Hunter hooks the leg for the pin and the 1…2…3.
Philip: Here is your winner… Hunter!
”These Walls” hits again, and the crowd is split between boos and the more appreciative noises from fans as Hunter has his arm raised. He continues to look distracted and emotionless as he walks to the back; in the ring Rena recovers much to the crowd’s relief, and shows that she is in no way mentally defeated by posing with a smile that captivates the crowd, as the show goes to its last break of the evening.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:03:26 GMT -5
Segment: New “Champ” (Credit: BK)
As the segment returns from commercials we see BK London and Predator both returning ffrom the stage area, and more noticeably Predator has the International Championship still in his grasp. BK has his arm over the shoulder of Predator and they are laughing it up and celebrating the recent completion of their plan.
BK rolls into the backstage area, strutting in nature boy fashion before stopping and letting out a resounding "Wooooooooooooo!!" which gets much heat from the crowd. Predator follows behind BK while slapping the International Championship while holding it up, he then tosses it over his shoulder.
BK: Predator, the plan went great as planned.
Predator: Wow, I can't believe we actually got away with this. I mean look at me now, I'm the NEW International Champion..
??: BK! Predator! Hold up!
BK and Predator slow down while looking backwards to see ACW male correspondant Kevin Anderson running up behind them.
Kevin: BK, Predator, do you have any comments on what just happened in the ring between you guys and RDK in the ring?
Predator: Excuse me?! You will announce me as the International Champion, Predator now, didn't you see how I took the title away from RDK just minutes ago? And the best part about it was that he was helpless to do anything about it...
BK: Exactly, we just showed the world the real side of RDK. We showcased them to the truth, the fragile, weak, and frail, shadow of a man that is now RDK. If he was any type of man, he wouldn't have lost his belt!
Kevin: Isn't this agaisnt ACW rules though?
BK: Predator? Did you see anything in the ACW rulebook about the stealing of ACW Titles?
Predator: Nope.
BK: Didn't think so...now Predator, I've got to stay here for my match tonight, I want you to go back to the hotel and pop the corks on the champagne, because we are going to party like its NINETEEN NINETY NINE BABY! WOOOOOOO!!!!
BK performs another spontaneous Nature Boy strut off camera while Predator walks up to the face of Kevin.
Predator: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Predator exits as well.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:03:58 GMT -5
Segment: Badminton! (Credit: Sarin / Yoko/ Latino) It's time...
Time to face your fears...
Time to confront your enemies...
Time to step it up...
It's time...
TIME FOR EXTREME BADMINTON! After a mighty grunt and fast toss, Latino lobs a shuttlecock slowly over the net.
Sarin reciprocates with an equally devastating one mph lob.Sarin: Try returning that power shot! Latino: Pfft, you think you can handle my mad skillz, babe? Latino performs a sneaky underhand attack, causing the shuttlecock to soar lazily over the net. Sarin barely manages to return his offensive, and her resulting shot dinks over the net, landing on the grass before Latino can reach.Sarin: Hah! 1-0 for Team Winner! Latino: This ball is rigged, you cheater. Redo. Sarin: What did you just call me? Latino: I called you a cheater! Sarin: Well you're a horrible athlete! You can't compete in the badminton square. Go back to football, you pansy. Latino: Bring it on, bitch! Sarin: Oh it has already been brought! Latino jumps over the net, tackling Sarin to the ground. They soon engage in a cartoon-esque brawl, forming a giant dust cloud as miscellaneous body parts and occasionally a cat poke out of its body.Several hours later... Sarin: The score is 9-9. Next point wins! Latino: Shut up and play, cheater. Sarin narrows her eyes, tosses the shuttlecock into the air, and...Sarin: Ugh! Latino: Ahhg! Sarin: Eeeaagghh! Latino: Urrrrrghhh! Sarin: Mmmmhaaa! Latino: Uhhhhhhaaaaaa! Sarin: Eergh! Latino: Umpfaaa! Sarin: AGGGHHH! Latino: EEEGGH! Sarin's return. She lobs the shuttle high into the air, Latino preps for the final overhead...TO BE CONTINUED AFTER FLOWER POWER V. AFFIRMATIVE ACTION
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:04:37 GMT -5
Segment: Official (Credit: Hunter / Dan )
Taped Earlier In The Night[/u]
We return from the commercial break to be treated to a rather warm image, one that is not commonly seen in ACW with all of the havoc surrounding these trying times. Kevin Anderson stands in the middle of the backstage area in ACW, wearing a finely tailored suit that he fixes in front of the camera. He combs his hair back with his hand slightly and cracks his neck, then sighs as the cameraman points to him. After a few moments, he addresses the ACW faithful just as any good representative/interviewer would do.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, in a few moments, I will be able to speak to Hunter, a man who has stated that his life is the "most fucked up thing known to man." He will comment on this and many other things...just as soon as he---
Hunter: I'm here, I'm here.
Kevin turns toward his left and watches as Hunter approaches, still wearing his wrestling gear and clearly being exhausted.
Kevin: Ah, there you are. Good match, by the way.
Hunter: Thanks.
Kevin: Now let's get down to business. It is my understanding that recently you have been attacked by a variety of people, people who have attempted to take your life. Is this correct?
Hunter: Basically.
Kevin: Could you explain the situation?
Hunter: ...fucking interviewers. Yes, there are some crazy people who are trying to fucking kill me. And no, I'm not happy about it. A week ago one tried to shoot me in the Senatorial Locker Room. A few days ago, a group of men tried to shoot me in the woods along with Dan, who I still regret saving. And now...well, yesterday...they blow up my fucking house.
Kevin: I beg your pardon?
Hunter: These eight guys just waltz into my house...I fought with most of them...and then when I was just about to get the last guy, he blows up my fucking house!
Kevin: Oh my God, are you---
Hunter: No, I'm not fucking all right! I don't have a house anymore! I'm forced to live here in the arena, since I have no other options!
Kevin: Well who do you think is responsible? Could this have something to do with what happened at Fallen Hero---
Hunter: No, it's not the same people, I know that. But there are people who are dumb enough to try to kill me, and so far they haven't succeeded. But I swear to them: if they try one more goddamn time, I'll kill them.
Kevin: Strong words. Now what is this about Dan White that you---
Hunter: What about Dan White? Oh it's simple really: we never gotten along...barely ever, really. We popularized the Hardcore Payphone Matches, and those were fun, and I mean it. However, now he's...well I don't know what. But something tells me he's behind all of this.
Kevin: You think that Dan White was trying to kill you?
Hunter: Is, Kevin. Is.
Kevin: Well do you think that?
Hunter: I know it.
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Hunter turns around and sees Dan White himself approaching the two of them. Hunter is just about to attack, but something holds him back.
Dan: Oh, look who decided to be a filthy little bog roll. You're accusing ME over blowing up your house and trying to kill you?
Hunter: Yes!
Dan: Well mate, I can easily accuse you of trying to have me killed at that petrol station yesterday! You blew up my fucking car! That car cost $250,000, and now I don't have any forms of transport, because of you!
Hunter: ...I don't have a HOUSE!
Dan: ...CAR!
Hunter: I have no place to live because of you! Does that not fucking register?
Dan: Why don't you do me a favour and shut up. Christ it's GBH of the nose with you mate. Either way, I don't want to associate myself with you. So do me a favour, and fuck off out of my vision, and I'll do the same with you. I told you to stay away from me on Monday.
Hunter: And I have! I told you the same and---
Dan: I have too!
Hunter: ...what the hell is going on?
Dan: Well, I dunno. All I can see is that you're some jealous Clonker Wonker that needs locked up!
And Hunter snaps.
Some would call his speed alarming. Others would call it "faster than a freaking cheetah." Whatever the speed, it causes pure chaos. Kevin jumps back seconds before he could have simply died as Hunter spears Dan into the ground and starts to punch him. Dan blocks the punches and throws Hunter off, then elbows him in the nose, causing blood to spurt from it. But this does not stop Hunter, and instead he kicks Dan in the gut and throws him into the set. He lifts him up and slams his face into the wall, and then slams him down with a swift lungblower. But it takes more than that to keep Dan White down.
Dan springs back up and clotheslines Hunter. Hunter kips up a few moments later and delivers a powerful jab to Dan's gut. He grabs him in the DDT position, but Dan elbows him in the side, flies up, and goes for a hurracanrana onto the solid ground. Hunter sees it coming, and instead he runs forward and powerbombs Dan onto a few chairs. And yet somehow, Dan rises once more and launches into Hunter, attacking him with a plethora of punches. The referees and security guards finally appear and hold them back, though it may be a little late already. In between them appears Chairman Gingerdude, and he looks at the carnage in shock. Once he is sure that the two are restrained, he looks at both of them and speaks.
Ginger: Calm down! Just calm down! Now I don't know who's trying to kill who, or why, or who has a house, or who has a car or anything like that. All I know is that you two want each other's blood. And it'd be a sin for me not to take advantage of this situation!
Hunter: What are you talking about?
Ginger: This has basically been announced for me, but let's just make it official. At Omega Effect in nine days, we will see the leader of the Senatorial Stable, Hunter, take on the "Welsh Dragon" Dan White in...in...
He thinks carefully, and no one dares speak. The tension is more deadly than anything that Hunter and Dan have been through in the past few days, and when it breaks, it breaks with a tremendous amount of force.
Ginger: ...in an UNSANCTIONED STREET FIGHT!
The cheers of the audience can be heard even in the darkest pits of the ACW arena.
Ginger: I know you two want the other to die, generally. And I refuse to be held responsible for anything you two do. So, on Warfare, we will hold an official contract signing for this match between the two of you, where you will have to agree to not hold anyone but yourselves responsible for what you have done and will do.
Dan: Fine by me!
Hunter: Likewise...
Ginger: Excellent. Now I can't have you two face off against each other too soon, but I can put you in the ring together. So, also on Monday, the two of you will team up together to face the current ACW Tag Team Champions, Flower Power, for their titles, if, of course, they still have them after tonight!
Hunter: What the hell will that accomplish?
Ginger: I don't know, nor do I care. But it's good for ratings.
And with that, Ginger walks away. By this time, Fallen Souls had heard of the fight, and so he appears in the area just moments after Ginger appears. He grabs Hunter, completely aware that Hunter would kill Dan at any moment he could find, and likewise. And so because of this, FSX drags him away. But the entire time, Hunter's eyes are stuck on Dan, and it is the same way with Dan, who has a very slight tint of a smirk forming. They stare deep into each other's souls, never once looking away. They want the other's blood, and nothing else. And in only nine days...
...they will have it.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:05:49 GMT -5
Match 9: Affirmative Action vs. Flower Power (Credit: BK)
Finally, it is time for the main event; Philip looks kind of relieved that he’s made it through this show without losing any essential body parts.
Philip: This match is a non-title match scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at a combined weight of 217 lbs, they are the ACW Tag Team Champions, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi, Flower Power!
"Flower of Power" burst into life and the bling bling duo step out onto the stage with a monsterous pop from the crowd. At the top of the stage, they hold both of their titles up before strutting down to the ring. The pair enter the ring and hand their belts over to the referee who hands them to Philip for safe keeping.
Philip: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 477 lbs, BK London and Latino, Affirmative Action!
OoOoOoOoOoH Latino!
"Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G bursts into life from there and the Affirmative Action pair walks out onto the stage accompanied by Kiley Johnson. They recieve a mixed reaction from the crowd, obviously one side of the crowd cheering for Laitno and the other booing BK. They walk down to the ring before sliding into the ring and staring a hole into their opponents. The bell sounds for the match to start and both Latino and Sarin head to their apron first.
The match starts off with the ever cocky BK London, going up against his former rival for the ACW Championship, Yoko Satoshi. While these two have fought in the past year, they are very familiar with the techniques and everything the other will pull out ot score a win in the match. The two meet in the center of the ring, and both are hesistant to start off the match, wondering if one will hit the other before it can start. Finally, they engage into a collar-elbow-tie-up and the match is on. Quickly, BK gets behind his opponent in a rear waist lock and attempts to take her down but Yoko has other plans in mind as she holds her ground in order not to budge. She attempts to break the clutched hands of BK from around her waist and it looks like she is succeeding. The crowd is in wonder as she is managing to tear the hands of BK apart while he tries to keep it together with all his might. Finally, BK follows up with a knee to the lower back of Yoko, catching her by surprise. Yoko drops to the ground and BK drops a knee right into her lower back. Immediately the Triple Crown Champion has singled out a part of his opponent and he is going to work on it like a shark smelling blood. BK continues to blast Yoko in the back with several knees to the back before picking him up and whipping her into the corner with great velocity. Yoko grasps onto her lower back in pain as she ricochets off the turbuckle and BK charges at her like a wild freight train. A normal man wouldn't be able to combat the offense of BK in the position he is but Yoko is no ordinary man, she's not even a man at all. As BK charges toward Yoko, Yoko stops his momentum with a Spinning Wheel Kick right to the jaw of BK. BK drops to the ground, and immediately gets up holding his jaw and Yoko takes him down with a clothesline. BK gets up again and the momentum has quickly shifted to Yoko as she takes him down with another clothesline. BK is exhausted from this offense and it takes him a longer time to get up this time and Yoko kicks him in the gut before going for an Even Flow DDT, but BK grabs onto the top rope and her neck snaps back on the mat upon impact.
The crowd responds with a resounding "Ohhhhhh" upon impact and quickly BK capitalizes by stacking her up by the ropes. RAF, the referee appointed to this main event, slides on over and starts making the count and after the first count BK puts his legs up on the ropes. It is near impossible for Yoko to kick out now in this position and RAF slams his arm down on the mat for two. Sarin looks as if she is about to enter the ring to break up the count when she places one leg into the ring but to her delight RAF sees the legs on the ropes and ceases the count. BK looks up as if to see why RAF's counting and he realizes he has been caught. He rises up to his feet and RAF begins telling him that one more stint like this and he'll be disqualified. BK definitely doesn't take RAF seriously as he breezes past him to continue his work on Yoko. He approaches Yoko but Yoko combats with a right hand to his abdomen. Yoko rises up to her feet quickly and manages to land a harder blow with a stiff kick to BK's gut. The crowd is slowly shifting to cheering for Yoko as oppossed to booing for BK and Yoko combats with another stiff kick to the abdomen of BK. She latches in a side headlock on BK, attempting to cut of his oxygen, but BK pushes her off of him with ease. Yoko's long hair prove to be her downfall as when she is running towards the ropes, BK grabs it and uses it to hurl Yoko down to the mat on her head. BK walks around the ring with a cocky swagger, pulling the strands of Yoko's hair out between his fingers to the dismay of the crowd. On the outside, Kiley is applauding her man for such a manuever and Latino doesn't seem that much to care. BK walks over to Latino and raises his hand up for a high five and Latino sighs before completeing a non-enthusiastic high five with his Affirmative Action partner. BK walks over to Yoko who's still on the mat and now begins to stand on her hair. Sarin knows what BK has in mind with this move, being on the recieving end of this manuever many times in her wrestling career, and BK pulls up the arms of Yoko. Yoko screams in pain as her hair is slowly being pulled out of it's roots and RAF administers a five count in which BK releases at four.
BK picks up Yoko in a front face lock and backs up to his corner where he tags in his partner Latino who recieves a big pop for his entrance in the match. Latino hops over the top rope and delivers a kick to Yoko's abdomen, which drops her down to one knee. Latino carries Yoko to the center of the ring and sets her up in a suplex position. He now lifts Yoko up into the air and a huge panty shot is shown as Yoko's dress flops over her upperbody area revealing her "Hello Kitty" panties. Latino stalls this vertical suplex, giving everyone an opportunity or two to catch a picture before slamming her down to the mat. Latino quickly covers Yoko but Yoko manages to get her shoulder up before three. Latino wastes no time arguing with the referee as his partner BK would do and he walks over to the corner before ascending to the top rope. Yoko staggers up to a vertical base, still holding her lower back and turns around to see Latino on the top rope. Latino dives off the top rope with one of the most beautiful moonsaults ever seen, attempting to take down Yoko but Yoko rolls forward, evading such a move. Luckily for Latino he lands on his feet, although it seems he may have jammed his knee on the landing. He shakes it off and looks up, but it's too late as Yoko connects with a Spinning Heel Kick to the temple of Latino. Latino drops to the ground and Yoko is taken back by the force of the kick and she staggers backwards onto the ropes. She walks over to her corner and tags in her partner Sarin who wastes no time ascending to the top rope herself. Latino holds the side of his head before rising up to his feet. He turns around and Sarin meets him with the Rincanrana which sends Latino flipping across the ring. Latino gets up shortly after the move and his head is spinning, but as if that isn't enough, Sarin follows up wtih a Whirly-bird Headscissors. Latino's entire world is rotating from this head spinning offense but Sarin stops it with a Hook Kick to Latino's neck, taking him out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 17:06:44 GMT -5
Sarin follows up with cover on Latino but he manages to power out of the move, tossing Sarin onto RAF. Latino begins to rise and Sarin bounces off the ropes, looking to knock Latino's lights out righ here. She attempts the Rinkuza Kick but Latino manages to duck under the move and BK pulls the top rope down, sending his female advesary over the top rope to the outside. Latino staggers around the ring, still dizzy from the mind spinning attacks and he holds onto the referee to brace himself, but what he doesn't realize is that he is inadvertantly distracting the referee so BK London can grab Sarin and thrust her back first into the ring apron. Sarin drops down to the ground and Yoko takes the initiative to hop off the apron and heads to the side where BK is, only to be intercepted by RAF. RAF orders Yoko to get back to her corner but she argues with him that her partner is being double teamed. On BK's side, BK holds up Sarin while Kiley reaches under the ring and pulls out a Singapore Cane. Kiley swings arount he cane before striking her in the abdomen thrice. BK tosses Sarin back in the ring before hopping back on the apron like nothing has happened. Latino quickly capitalizes and hooks the legs of Sarin. It takes a few moments before RAF realizes that a cover is taking place in the ring but he manages to do so while still managing to send Yoko to his corner and he slides over and starts counting but Sarin kicks out after two. Frustration sets in on the mind of Latino as he pulls Sarin to the center of the ring and locks in a sleeper hold with a body scissors, planning to take all the air out of Sarin. Latino manages to release the sleeper hold portion of the move, while still keeping the body scissors and pins down the arms of Sarin but Sarin manages to get her shoulder up.
In the corner, Yoko is willing on Sarin by slapping the top turnbuckle in which the crowd stamps in unison. Sarin feeds off the support of the crowd and she sits up while still in the body scissors and violently elbows Latino in the side of the head. She continues to do this until she is freed from the move and the two now rise to their feet. Sarin quickly attempts to take Latino down with a Standing Armbar but Latino counters the move Orton style, shades of Orton-Benoit at SS 04, and attempts the Switchblade Cut but Sarin pushes Latino into the ropes. Latino bounces off the ropes and Sarin sacks him with one of her strong Rin Spin which takes Latino to the ground. Sarin drops down to the mat in exhaustion herself and slowly crawls towards Yoko while Latino makes his way toward BK. Latino gets in the tag first and BK sloppily enters the ring, rushing so Sarin can't make the tag, but it's too late. Sarin dives and tags Yoko in to a huge pop from the crowd. BK stops in his tracks before maning up and charging once again toward Yoko. Yoko ducks the clothesline attempt and starts pummeling BK with a barrage of forearms to his jaw. She manages to get him onto the ropes before sending him towards the opposite side of the ring. As BK rebounds off the ropes, he goes for a clothesline again but his plan is foiled when Yoko ducks, Yoko turns around and as BK comes off the ropes again he is taken down by a Harley Race like knee. Yoko covers BK but Latino staggers in the ring and pulls Yoko off of BK. The crowd boos Latino for his action but Sarin enters the ring to a huge pop and jumps up on Latino's shoulders. She attempts to go for a Rincanrana but Latino uses his strength advantage and pulls Sarin back up. He looks to dump her over the top rope with a powerbomb but both are sent over the ropes when Latino is Rincanrana'd over the top rope.
Back in the ring, Yoko starts stomping her foot and the crowd knows she is signalling for the Flying Guillotine. BK staggers up to his feet and turns around, and Yoko pounces on him going for the Flying Guillotine but BK side steps the move. Luckily Yoko lands on her feet and BK grabs her from behind, going for a German Suplex, but Yoko pulls a Standing Switch and rolls BK up from behind. RAF slides on over and begins to count but it is a near near fall when BK kicks out at 2.5. The crowd continues to boo as BK kicks out and frustration leaks in on Yoko. Yoko picks up BK and takes him down for the Old Ball & Chain and BK starts thrashing around, trying to prevent being locked in the move. BK finally gets the upperhand and kicks Yoko off of him but in the process she knocks out RAF when their heads crack. Yoko holds the back of her head while on the mat and RAF holds the front while he lays inert on the mat and Kiley takes the opportunity to run over to Philip and grabs one of the tag team championships. She slides it into the ring into BK's hands and he clutches it while staggering up to his feet. Yoko staggers up at the same time too and as she turns around, she is clocked with the ACW Tag Team Championship. Sarin enters the ring and BK watches as RAF starts to show signs of life and he tosses the belt into her hands before dropping to the ground Eddie style. Latino enters the ring and Sarin throws up and down the tag title as if it were a hot potato before tossing it into the arms of Latino before completing the same procedure. Latino looks at the belt, and looks at the other three superstars down before seeing RAF back on his feet. RAF slowly turns around toward Latino and Latino tosses the belt in RAF's arms before dropping down to the mat. The crowd is eating up every moment of this comedic spot and RAF looks at the belt and tosses it out of his hands before dropping to the ground himself.
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