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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:17:18 GMT -5
Segment: And Then There Was Silence (Credit: Hunter / Starkweather)
The scene fades in slowly, and once it is completely visible, the dark form of one of ACW's newest wrestlers appears, this being the averagely built Brimstone. His face is one of a simultaneous nervous and curious nature, and he walks down the hallway at a somewhat brisk pace, as if he is racing to some sort of far off goal, hoping to reach it as soon as possible, but without attempting to make himself come off as desperate. Eventually, he reaches his apparent destination, which is a simple door in the middle of a hallway, and without so much as a breath knocks on said door.
After a sigh and a low "Why am I doing this?", he turns and opens his door wide enough to view the bald-headed fellow standing unsteadily in his doorway. He sighs... He really doesn't know why. The guy is obviously weak, not being able to sleep due to reasons unknown, even Starkweather and the atrocities he commits is able to sleep soundly at night because his conscience is clear.
Stark: Come in.
He steps back and adjusts his shirt, walking over to a metal folding chair and sitting on it to retie his shoe. His dressing room is nothing special, really, the standard ACW arena dressing room with a couch, a chair, a television and several lockers along one side. Brimstone observes the room quickly, and then turns to Starkweather inquisitively.
Brimstone: Where do you want me?
Stark: I don't particularly care.
He motions toward one of the fixtures dismissively, not at all sure what in the world that the other fellow wants him to do for him exactly.
Stark: I don't have much time before I'm to go home for the weekend, so I'd like to make this concise. What exactly is your trouble?
Without bothering to sit down, Brimstone rushes to answer the question as fast as possible.
Brimstone: Well I told you the basic idea on Monday: I woke up in a hospital some two months ago, and had no recollection of who I was. The doctors didn't know either, since I apparently wasn't in any of their records, and I had no I.D. on me. And then I started to get all of these dreams at random intervals, and they all seemed to be...memories, because they all ended up fitting together to form a sort of cohesive story.
He pauses for a moment, catching his breath, and he finally takes the opportunity to sit down, dropping down onto the main couch in the room, while the still standing doctor looks over him.
Brimstone: And as my dreams tell me, I'm apparently a sort of...hitman, or something. There was some guy named Tom there, and he seemed to serve as my best friend. And...
He stops when he notices Starkweather's expression, and almost half-jokingly addresses it.
Brimstone: ...it's not quite normal, is it?
Stark: Not quite. Since the profession of "hitman" is somewhat uncommon for a wrestler.
He pauses.
Stark: ...One that isn't in ACW, in any case.
He clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest, regarding the confused-looking fellow standing before him.
Stark: And what exactly do you want me to say? It's all fiction? It may very well be, your mind may be attempting to fill in the blanks left by your "amnesia" by making up larger-than-life stories. Perhaps it's your ego, perhaps it's your frustrations at not knowing who you were. I can't say at the moment.
Brimstone: I can't really blame you. But...I...I don't really know. Like I said before, it's my only closure, the only thing that keeps my sane: dreaming those dreams, regardless of whether or not they're fiction. I just...need to find some sort of way to get them back.
He looks up at Starkweather as if hoping for some sort of important, all-knowing, all-understanding answer. Starkweather simply blinks once, mulling something over in his head before he continues.
Stark: Hrm. I don't quite have time for you to explain all of it to me at the moment, but I'll develop a hypothesis on whatever it is that you can't remember. Whether or not being a professional hitman is something you'd really like to remember, of course.
Brimstone: A bad life is better than no life at all.
Starkweather slightly nods.
Stark: Indeed.
There is a brief pause, and soon Brimstone realizes there isn't much else he can say that will help Starkweather. He looks up at the doctor, who looks back at him in a sort of "what are you still doing here?" manner, and asks one final question.
Brimstone: So...I should just come back later?
Starkweather silently nods, and Brimstone sighs.
Brimstone: Okay. Erm...good luck.
And with that, he rises and looks around the room one last time, before eventually opening Starkweather's door and exiting post-haste. The mysterious doctor watches him go, and various thoughts go through his head. He is partially curious as to Brimstone's condition, but there are other ideas that have begun to evolve inside of him. He closes the door to his locker room with a smirk, and for the time being, those ideas shall stay in that room with him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:18:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Fluke of all Flukes? (Credit: Latino/AK)
As the show returns from commercial break, the fans sitting at home and in the arena are shown the backstage hallways of the ACW arena. But this hallway seems to have part of its lights burnt out as part of it is dark while another part has a sense of light. As the camera pans it stops at the sight of Latino and Atomic Kitsune. Both stand side by side and look as if they are waiting for someone. A few moments pass as footsteps are now heard coming from the darker side of the hallway. The culprit of the footsteps can barely be seen besides a bit of his hands and legs. The couple take a few moments to compose their thoughts as they begin to talk.....
Atomic: Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. We think you’ll be interested to hear what we have to say.
Latino: I know you saw it. She saw it and of course I was there to experience the travesty that was the ending of my match. I’ll get back to that in a moment, but on Warfare my wife goes against what we would call an old rival of ours and I think I do not need to summarize the history that he has between both of us. Aren't I right, chulita?
Atomic: Yes, I believe so. My intention is that my forthcoming match against BK London will be one that he will not forget in a hurry. If he won’t take a subtle hint, I’ll demonstrate to him that he’s not simply going to walk back into ACW and have everyone genuflect to his presence.
Latino: I do not doubt for a fact mami that you can take him to his limit and give him the beating that he deserves. But I want to quickly talk to you about one thing, the reason the three of us are here now.....
Latino takes a moment to remember back...back to what he does not want to remember. He replays the last few moments in his heads and then takes another few moments to gather his thoughts carefully. After these instants pass on by he now decides that it is best to speak and now allows his voice to expand his thoughts....
Latino: As I was saying… you saw what happened on Monday, and some people have called it one of the biggest upsets in ACW history. Some people even say it was a miracle. I say no to both! I say miracles don't just happen in a squared ring. Other people have the audacity to say he was lucky. That Mr. Jake Cheng was the luckiest man in the world that night. Once again I have to say no I have to say that people's minds are close minded to truly think out of the damn box.
He begins to walk around the area in a solid pace. He looks at his wife and then at the third person hidden behind the darkness, and Atomic looks that way too.
Atomic: People can be very ignorant when they fail to see the truth that’s right in front of them. You know that yourself, you’ve suffered from the vagaries of the crowd… one minute you’re their darling, and then the minute you start to tell them a truth that they don’t want to hear, you’re less than nothing to them.
Latino: You see if anything last Warfare was a fluke and nothing more. Flukes are little specs that no one will care about come a week has passed. No one will say
Latino (in a mocking tone): "Did you remember when Jake Cheng beat Latino!?"
Latino walks closer to the shadowed figure. He stares in what he can best assume is his eyes and makes sure that not only his wife, but this person that has agreed to take part in this conversation of sorts, is listening.
Latino: That winning was a once in a life-time event that should never have happened. It should never have been thought of because that night was mine! I had it won and I had it in the bag! So tonight I have a plan. Tonight, there will be a re-match to erase the minds of the travesty that occurred. Latino vs. Jake Cheng will happen again and this time....this time I'll make sure that he doesn't get back up.
The crowd starts to buzz at the sudden addition of this rematch to the card, until Latino speaks again.
Latino: But in order to do this I need some help.....
The camera pans away as Latino and Atomic continue to talk. The voices slowly become harder to hear and the darkness soon becomes full light as the scene fades away....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:18:43 GMT -5
Match 3: Brimstone vs Jason Freeman (Credit: Nick D)
The shot returns quickly to the arena; “Angel of Death” hits the speakers as a single flame explodes in the center of the stage and stays alight, and no lights come on. Brimstone walks out before it wearing a large black cloak with the hood on, and he slowly extends his arms over the fire. After a few moments, he widens his arms and the fire separates on either side of him, giving him an opening to walk through. He walks down the ramp with the lights still off, having the entire scene only be lit by the flames behind him.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...from parts unknown...”THE ANGEL OF DEATH”...BRIIIIIIIMSTOOOOOOOOOOONE!
Maxwell McNally: Hello, folks, and welcome to yet another scintillating broadcast of Thursday Night Meltdown. Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison glad to be calling the action for this next match, a face-off of two real ACW powerhouses in Brimstone and Jason Freeman.
Eddie Edison: Neither of these men wasted any time making some serious waves backstage. Brimstone forming what appeared to be some kind of alliance with Starkweather and Jason Freeman being the newest member of the legendary Senatorial Stable.
He enters the ring and widens his arms while facing the stage. He slowly closes his hands together, and the flames reemerge into one flame, and then that flame disappears altogether. The lights then slowly turn on, and Brimstone stands off to the side of the ring in deep concentration.
In the intro of “Ugly” by the Exies, Jason Freeman walks out slowly, with dark lighting, and when the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slow, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.
Jones: And his opponent...from Long Island, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...he is the ACW Entertainment Champion...JASON....FREEEEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAN!
Edison: We mentioned the Savior of the ACW getting inducted into the Senatorial Stable, but let’s not forget that he also finally managed to get over the proverbial hump and defeat longtime rival MASAKI to capture the Puro...er, I mean Entertainment Title.
Freeman slides into the ring and raises his prized belt high into the air before turning to face Brimstone.
DING, DING, DING!
Before the action officially starts, Freeman extends his hand. Brimstone stares at it quizzically for a moment before deciding to take the honorable route and return the handshake. Brimstone starts to pull away from Freeman, but Freeman instead holds on to Brimstone’s hand and pulls him forward, straight into an elbow strike to Brimstone’s temple, temporarily stunning him. Taking advantage of this opening, Freeman unloads a few more punches to Brimstone’s head to back him up against the ropes. Freeman then tries to whip Brimstone to the opposite ropes, but Brimstone counters and it is instead Freeman who is sent bouncing off the ropes. As Freeman comes charging back, Brimstone bends forward with the intent to catch Freeman in a back body drop, but Freeman manages to slow his momentum enough to slap Brimstone in the chest with a toe kick. As Brimstone staggers backward, Freeman runs to the ropes again and bounces off. Brimstone tries to counter with a clothesline this time, but Freeman ducks under and continues running to the opposite ropes. When Freeman rebounds this time, Brimstone takes to the skies and almost decapitates him with a leg lariat! Brimstone with a quick cover.
McNally: Insane air from Brimstone. His aerial abilities have yet to fail to surprise me.
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KICKOUT
Brimstone gets up, only to drop back down with an elbow drop, but Freeman manages to roll out of the way and spring back to his feet as well. Both men have established their vertical bases and are ready to pounce once more, but Freeman is a split second quicker and charges at Brimstone to knock him down with a shoulderblock. Brimstone rolls over onto his stomach and Freeman hops over a prone Brimstone on his way to the ropes. By the time Freeman has bounced back to Brimstone, Brimstone executes a leapfrog and Freeman runs underneath his legs. As Freeman approaches him again, Brimstone, takes him over in an arm drag. This can’t keep Freeman grounded for long, however, and he makes another run at Brimstone, this time coming with a clothesline. But Brimstone is privy to Freeman’s strategy as well and ducks under. Freeman’s momentum causes him to spin around so that his back faces Brimstone, who immediately sticks his head under Freeman’s arm and raises him high into the air, only to drop him back down in a belly to back suplex! Brimstone with the cover.
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KICKOUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:19:32 GMT -5
Brimstone raises Freeman to his feet and snaps on a front facelock. He then tosses Freeman’s arm over his head in preparation for a suplex, but when Brimstone tries to hoist Freeman upside down, Freeman hooks his leg around Brimstone’s, thereby blocking the attempt.
McNally: I definitely wouldn’t have my money on Brimstone in a test of strength.
Edison: That contest is more mismatched than the time Screech crushed Horshack in Celebrity Boxing.
Freeman would take this opportunity to make a powerplay and take Brimstone over with a suplex of his own. Freeman rises to his feet and leaps straight up into the air to come crashing down on top of Brimstone’s head with a knee drop. Freeman raises Brimstone to his feet before decking him with a stiff European uppercut that sends Brimstone reeling back into the corner. Freeman pursues Brimstone and whips him into the opposite corner. As Brimstone bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles toward the center of the ring, Freeman runs into the ropes and rebounds by trying to catch Brimstone’s head in a bulldog, but Brimstone reaches behind his head to grab hold of Freeman’s head instead and flip him over in a snapmare. As Freeman rolls into a seated position, Brimstone plants a dropkick into the back of his head. After, Brimstone climbs up to the top rope and leaps off with a forward flip, twisting his body around at the moment he is upside down so that he would land in a moonsault-type move for the Flight of the Valkyries, but Freeman rolls out of the way!
Edison: Ooh! And the taste of canvas is most bitter indeed.
Just when Brimstone pushes himself up to all fours, Freeman hops onto the middle rope, bouncing up into the air and back down to plant his foot on top of Brimstone’s head. Freeman takes these few moments to indulge himself and spins towards the crowd, throwing up a gaudy taunt to raucous cheers from the audience. By the time Freeman has finished soaking up the cheers, Brimstone has made his way back to his feet, still a bit woozy from the previous attack. This allows Freeman to easily pick him up in Argentine backbreaker position and fall straight backward into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry Pancake. Freeman covers.
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KICKOUT
Freeman wastes no time in continuing his assault by snapping on a rear chinlock. Brimstone’s arms flail wildly as Freeman tries to turn him into a Pez dispenser. Brimstone, however, eventually manages to twist his body around while pulling himself back up to one knee, taking Freeman up with him, and eventually back to both feet. By now, Freeman has him in a side headlock, but Brimstone quickly counters by pulling both of Freeman’s feet out from under him so that Freeman’s body jerks forward, popping Brimstone’s head from Freeman’s grasp. Meanwhile, Brimstone hooks both his arms around Freeman’s legs to get him in wheelbarrow position. Freeman, however, would quickly roll forward, causing Brimstone to roll forward as well so that his shoulders end up on the mat. Freeman also grabs hold of Brimstone’s legs and pulls them inward, folding him up in a victory roll pin.
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KICKOUT
After unloading a few stomps on top of Brimstone’s head, Freeman raises him to his feet and picks him up in suplex position before spinning Brimstone around in midair so that he is held in position for an Oklahoma slam. Brimstone, however, is able to wriggle his way out of Freeman’s grasp and land on his feet behind Freeman. Brimstone quickly wraps both of his arms around Freeman, but before he can establish an adequate grip, Freeman spins around, freeing himself from Brimstone to end up behind him and wrap his arms around Brimstone’s waist. Still holding on to Brimstone, Freeman then runs forward, pushing Brimstone into the ropes. Both Brimstone and Freeman bounce backward, but Brimstone manages to hold on to the top rope so that he remains on his feet while Freeman whiplashes backward and slams into the mat.
McNally: Excellent ring savvy from Brimstone there, understanding how to use the parts of the ring to put himself in an advantageous position.
Once Freeman manages to make his way to his feet again, Brimstone leaps up into the air and wraps his legs around Freeman’s neck, flipping backward and taking Freeman over in a hurricarana. Brimstone scrambles towards the turnbuckle and mounts the second rope. As soon as Freeman gets up again, Brimstone flies off to smack Freeman with a spinning elbow. Brimstone covers.
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KICKOUT
Brimstone pulls Freeman back up again and whips him into the corner. He charges toward Freeman, but Freeman manages to stick his foot up at the last possible moment to catch Brimstone right across the face. Now Freeman goes on the offensive to catch a staggering Brimstone with a kneeling jump facebuster. To continue his attack, Freeman opts to climb to the top rope, but by the time he manages to labor his way up there, Brimstone has already recovered and knocks Freeman’s feet out from under him, causing his crotch to become well-acquainted with the top turnbuckle padding. After backing up a few steps, Brimstone hops onto the middle rope, then onto the top rope, and runs across before slapping Freeman on the back of the head with a Blade Runner. Brimstone immediately follows by whipping Freeman into the ropes. Freeman, however, wraps his arms around the top rope to prevent himself from bouncing back to Brimstone. Brimstone subsequently makes a beeline for Freeman, who responds by executing a back body drop which sends Brimstone over the top rope. However, Brimstone manages to land on his feet on the apron. When Freeman turns to face him again, Brimstone grabs hold of Freeman’s head and jumps backward so that he lands on the outside of the ring, using the momentum to force Freeman's neck onto the top rope. Brimstone swiftly jumps back onto the apron and, as a dazed Freeman stumbles around the ring, hops onto the top rope, eventually leaping off to catch him in The Inferno!
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DING, DING, DING!
Jones: Here is your winner...BRIIIIIIMSTOOOOOOONE!
”Angel of Death” roars once again from the PA as a kneeling Brimstone raises both arms triumphantly up into the air. He continues to celebrate as the show cuts to a swift break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:19:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Entry (Credit: Hitman)
Our scene shifts its focus over to the announce table where "Fast" Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally are looking towards the camera.
McNally: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we hope you're enjoying the show so far. Onto other news, we found this article written by XS3 on demoninc.com."
Edison: "Yes, XS3 had to clear up some rumors floating around. Get a load of this."
On the alphatron, a message is shown on the screen with XS3's voiceover included (SvR07-style, suckas!).
"Hey all. No, I'm not here to plug the upcoming self-titled Demon Inc. album (in stores February 20, 2007 >_>) but rather I'm here to clear up some rumors that have been going around for a while now. Yes, it is true that I have been contacted by ACW about joining and yes, I did join ACW. Why was I contacted? The truth is that they wanted me to come in because they figured this time I'd actually stay for a while and have a couple matches. Yeah, I know I haven't been known for staying in one spot for too long when it comes to ACW but that's because I thought it would interfere with the band. However, it's not messing up with the recordings so all of that pressure that I thought was going to kill me was just worry. As stupid as it sounds, that's what has been going down lately. I want to give a thousand apologies to the ACW fans for not being the most trustworthy guy but I want to make it up to you. I want to wrestle for ACW and give back what I took away by mistake. Extra shout-out goes to my fellow bandmates, my wife, the Demon Inc. community and most importantly, all the fans for backing me up on this decision. I'm not going to let you down anytime soon. Keep it demonic. - XS3"
The crowd gives in and decides to chant "XS3", knowing they can't be mad at a man who made somewhat of an impact this past summer in ACW.
McNally: "There you have it, XS3 is going to be in ACW once again and I hope this time he can stick to his guns."
Edison: "Well, we'll see as time goes on."
Indeed we will, Mr. Edison. Indeed we will.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:23:26 GMT -5
Segment: "But I got respect for you." (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera turns to Jason Freeman walking down the hallway of the arena. He has his Entertainment Title belt over his shoulder, and he doesn’t look too happy after his loss…the crowd gives him mostly boos and he seems to be leaving the arena…he is just about to leave when all of a sudden a voice makes him turn around…
??: HEY, FREEMAN!
Freeman sighs to himself, knowing who it is, and he turns around, to reveal Jonny Spade…who does not look very happy. Not very happy at all…Freeman doesn’t seem too worried, and doesn’t seem to care what Jonny has to say…but that won’t make a difference.
Jonny: Hey, how’d it feel to get beat by Brimstone?. If Rattlesnake hadn’t interfered last week in our match, then I would have been able to do the same exact thing to you.
Freeman merely shrugs. He shifts his belt to his other shoulder…for no apparent reason then just to draw attention to it…just in case this didn’t work, he shifts it back again…making it completely obvious he’s just showing off…trying to get to Jonny.
Freeman: And yet…Im still the champion. Maybe if you had been able to do the same thing as Brimstone last week…then I wouldn’t be…
Freeman moves forward so he’s right in Jonny’s face…his face showing no emotion. Obviously waiting to see how Jonny will react, and Jonny keeps his cool, though there is a flicker of anger on his face for a second.
Jonny: Well, maybe if Rattlesnake hadn’t interfered I would have.
Freeman merely shrugs
Freeman: Maybe. Maybe not. The point is you didn’t…and I really have to be going somewhere…you know, so Im going to be heading out soon…but you approached me for a reason…what do you want?
Jonny: I want a rematch. I want a rematch and I want it for that belt.
Freeman shrugs
Freeman: Well, sorry, but Im going to have to deny your request.
Jonny: What do you mean, you have to deny my request!
Freeman: Well think about it…I mean…first of all…Jonny, I respect you. I like you, believe it or not, whether or not you like me, and I obviously know that you’re a veteran and you’ve got experience and all that. That being said, now…I already beat you once, fair or not, so I have no HONOR to gain from defeating you again and plus, since I don’t hate you, I have no personal reason to want another match with you…and as much as I respect that a veteran like you wants another match with me, it seems that the only person with something to gain…is you…and you know what that means?
Freeman smirks, as Jonny looks angrier by the second
Freeman: It means that I have no reason at all to accept. It means that now we’re on my terms. And remember….back a month ago…I came to you with a petition…you signed it…I came to you as a rookie, asking for a veteran’s help…
Jonny: Your point?
Freeman: I thank you for signing it…but my point is that our positions our reversed, and it is slightly ironic…because now I have what you want. I just found that funny.
Jonny: …hilarious…
Freeman notices that Jonny isn’t going to take no for an answer, but he doesn’t seem to care very much. In fact he seems to enjoy the fact.
Freeman: Now, if that’s all…
Jonny: What, you afraid Ill beat you? Because, I won’t take no for an answer, and no matter what you do…
Freeman: You’ll what? How you going to get a match against me? If you really want it, then persuade me. But you’ll have to do a lot of persuading because I have absolutely no intention of changing my mind.
Jonny: What do you even mean by persuade?
Freeman: I dunno…do whatever. I don’t care how you do it, but if you want a rematch, Ragnarok is as good a time as any, so you better persuade fast….because I have no intention of changing my mind.
Jonny: What do you want me to do…beg? Because I won’t. I don’t care what I have to do, but be warned that it will happen.
Freeman: We’ll see….
There is silence again as each men looks at the other. Freeman enjoying the fact that he has what Jonny wants, obviously letting the power get to his head, as Jonny seems to be thinking of how he can get Freeman to agree to a rematch, or force him if nececarry. Freeman breaks the silence first
Freeman: So yeah, my answer is no, and that’s the end of it. Like I said, if you can persuade me otherwise be my guest…because until then…I have to leave now, and if that’s all you wanted to say…
Jonny looks angry now as Freeman begins to turn away.
Jonny: HEY! I WILL get my rematch. You get that?
Freeman merely smirks
Freeman: I look forward to your attempts.
Freeman begins to walk away slowly before pausing and crossing his arms.
Freeman: And if you want to attack me from behind…now’s your chance
Freeman waits patiently, obviously wanting to see if Jonny will do anything, but Jonny merely shakes his head and stands where he is, knowing that Freeman is trying to get in his head.
Freeman: Well, then, if that’s all, I’ll see you next week. Oh, and if you really want revenge so bad, you might as well just try to take it out on Snake tonight…since you’ll be in the tag match with him. I look forward to watching him and Scott beat you tonight.
Jonny: HOLD IT!
Freeman: Bye.
And Freeman is gone, walking out of the building. Jonny looks as if he’s about to follow him, but he thinks against it. Freeman may have denied him now…but Jonny is obviously not going to let this end here. He then gets a sudden idea and walks off in the opposite direction. Maybe it’s over for this night, but he knows that he will have another chance to talk to Freeman on Monday…and this time…Freeman wouldn’t be walking away…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:23:49 GMT -5
Segment: What Comes Around (Credit: Scott Andrews)
As ACW comes back on air “Destroy Everything” begins to play as the arena is thrust into darkness only to be illuminated by a dark red tint as Scott Andrews and Jessie Young make their way onto the entrance ramp to a solid array of cheers from the fans; it seems they’ve warmed up to the previously devious superstar.
Both Scott and Jessie are adorned in their backstage attire so it’s safe to say they are not competing at this point in the show. Scott rolls in under the ropes as Jessie climbs the steps and enters through the ropes, subtly allowing the audience, particularly the male demographic, to get a good look at her well-shaped rear end, much to their delight.
Scott climbs the turnbuckle and raises both arms before beating his chest with one arm and interacting with the fans. Jessie politely asks Philip for a microphone, and he obliges without any hesitation. Jessie hands the microphone to Scott as he descends. The lights return to normal as the music fades.
Scott: Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to another exciting edition of ACW Thursday Night Meltdown!
The crowd cheer.
Scott: And tonight, Rattlesnake and myself face a very formidable opponent in the team of the recently reunited Jonny Spade and Gooey Garth. The team known simply as Wyldcard!
A decent pop for Wyldcard, another crowd favourite. A few crowd members, as usual, can’t help but begin a “G-UNIT!” chant, but it never really takes off.
Scott: There’s no doubt I fully respect their accomplishments as well as them as wrestlers and human beings, and I hope they feel the same way, because if they don’t, I have no problem in beating the holy hell out them and sending them to the infirmary due to severe injury, hell they know I’m capable of it! But I’m not out here primarily to talk about my match tonight: I’m out here to explain my actions last week on Warfare.
Now some would say it’s obvious why I came to Kudo’s aid, but some just don’t seem to realise, so for their benefit, I shall explain.
Scott removes his shades and folds them up before sliding them into his front blazer pocket.
Scott: It’s simple. I was returning a very big favour to someone who has my complete trust, faith, and respect. Kudo Yasuda did not deserve anymore trauma to his head than what that reckless brute was about to deliver to him. I mean, there’s “sending a message”, and then there’s “crossing the line”. He was about to cross it, and had he crossed that unspoken line a lot more would have transpired, including ‘Lucy’ being wrapped around his skull!
The crowd cheer as Scott feeds their imagination a “could have been” scenario.
Scott: So Chance, you wanna act the tough guy?! You wanna go around and beat up people just for the sake of it?! Did you have a reason, Chance? Or was it just because Kudo was so close to beating you it made you irate?! I can see where you’re coming from, but after match violence is something that I simply look down upon. If you win, you win and walk away the better man. If you lose, you lose and keep at it; you DO NOT beat down a nearly unconscious opponent after the bell has rang! That is simply inexcusable! I used to have a slight feeling you weren’t all that bad, and that your puppet master, Umeko was the one who caused all the trouble around here. But you proved me wrong, Chance. You did it all on your own accord. I know this may sound hypocritical, but it was your cold bloodedness that allowed you to follow through on your actions. NOT Umeko, NOT anything else! YOU Chance had the…chance, to say no, to think about your actions. I guess next time we meet each other in the ring, you can think about your actions some more, and how the hell the World Champion was beat by the next ACW World Champion --- Scott FREAKIN’ Andrews!
Scott drops the microphone as the crowd clap and applaud whilst the two exit the ring and make their way up the entrance ramp.
CUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:24:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Latino vs. Jake Cheng
Things are moving on apace, and with an extra match to fit in everyone’s up on their toes. Even the usually placid Philip has a spring in his step as he enters the ring and immediately draws all eyes to him.
Philip: This next contest is a singles rematch, set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City…. Victor “Latino” Laureano!
”Lowrider” hits and at once the crowd starts booing. Latino’s already in pugilistic mood as he comes out, trading a gesture or two with the fans nearest the ramp before moving quickly to the ring. He takes up a position near the centre and waits, focused entirely on the stage he just left.
Philip: And his opponent… from Hong Kong, China, he is one half of Top Draw…. The Trinity, Jake Cheng!
”Hero” by Divinefire hits, and Jake bursts out from behind the curtain at some speed, the crowd’s shouting and cheering seeming to further energize him. Latino is already starting to move and Philip scoots from the ring with a speed borne of necessity as the referee slides in; no further introductions are needed; this is a battle of wills, pure and simple, and it doesn’t look as if either man has any intention of losing….
Bell Rings.
There’s no standoff between these two men, or time to dwell on any potential déjà vu. Latino goes on the attack straight from the bell and hammers at Jake with tight and concentrated strikes that show less of his normal trademark flair and instead just concentrated on getting a solid demolition job done. Jake is quick and sidesteps, but Latino moves with him and scores a strong closed-hand blow to his opponent’s face that gets the ref’s attention. Ignoring this, Latino delivers a swift suplex, and then proceeds to put the boot into Jake for a few seconds until the Trinity is able to get back on his feet and into the match once again.
The crowd shouts out for Jake, who responds by treating offense as his greatest defence. His volley of kicks is quick enough to confuse all but the most sharp eyed, and Latino rapidly has to fall back to the ropes. There is a loud pop as Jake immediately jumps up to the second rope and delivers an axe handle strike, and as Latino stumbles from the hit Jake sweeps his legs from under him and makes a pin. The referee counts, 1…- and Latino kicks away, cursing; the crowd continues to cheer Jake on, but Latino is not going to fall for a surprise attack a second time, and as Jake goes for a hook kick Latino ducks under it and strikes with a rapid series of punches before Jake can protect himself. Latino takes advantage of Jake’s momentary disorientation and lifts him up, stalling for a second or two before completing his vertical suplex and making a cover of his own. The count commences, 1….2- Jake gets his arm up, and clubs Latino with a balled fist so that he can extract himself and get back up on his feet.
Slightly ahead of his opponent, Jake rushes to the corner and scrambles up, intending to make use of his legendary agility. Latino, however, is far from incapacitated; he dashes after Jake and is up on the second rope before Jake can jump away to safety. With a slugging punch to the gut, Latino knocks Jake down and Jake just barely avoids striking the steel steps on the way down; he rolls back to his feet, and is met by a roaring crowd and Latino soaring over the ropes as he performs the Pitbull’s Pounce. Both men go rolling into the safety barriers, and Latino once again puts his brawling background to good use, holding Jake down with his bodyweight while he hammers away with rights and an occasional left. The crowd boos Latino and several cries of “Come on Jake!” are heard; Jake’s resolve hardens like concrete, and he forcefully shoves Latino off of his chest before kipping up to his feet in a single movement, a simple act which nonetheless has the fans lucky enough to see it at close range cheering with renewed fire.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:24:55 GMT -5
Latino grabs on to the apron and uses it to pull himself back up, but before he can defend himself properly Jake is there, lashing him with fierce kicks to the gut. Gritting his teeth, Latino refuses to back away into the ring and the intensity of the contest permeates throughout the arena as both men exchange blow after blow, striving to prove their superiority. Trapped against the apron, Latino is in a weaker position and his experience finally overcomes his hot blood; he rolls back into the ring, and as Jake impetuously leaps on the apron and into one of his famed springboard missile dropkicks, Latino drops into a crouch and Jake sails right over him. Landing on his feet, Jake doesn’t even consciously think about his next move; he whirls around, foot extended in a blindingly fast superkick… and connects as Latino jams his own boot into his opponent’s jaw. The collision is spectacular and there are even a couple of “Holy SHIT!” cries as the two men crumple-
The referee is left standing, and after a moment begins to count toward 10. 1….2….3… the count reaches 4, and Jake and Latino are both only just moving. 5…6…7- the double syllable seems to trigger off a reaction in both wrestlers, and with the crowd now starting to build toward a crescendo as the referee reaches 8 Latino and Jake are hauling themselves doggedly to their feet. The 9 never arrives; standing, Jake and Latino pause for what is no more than a second, but seems longer. Much is communicated in that time; Jake understands that Latino won’t run from this situation, and Latino comprehends just how much Jake is on fire to prove himself more than part of the perpetual supporting cast…
They come off of their marks at the same moment, and for about 45 seconds there is nothing to choose between either man. Shots are delivered and taken in equal measure; Latino goes for the Shake, Rattle and Roll, delivering three perfectly placed punches, but Jake ducks the discus lariat and chops Latino a couple of times across the body and neck before abruptly producing the intermission (X-Factor) from nowhere. The crowd is on fire as Jake pins, 1….2- Latino kicks, and with equally burning intent he nips up, gets behind Jake and executes the La Puta driver. Another pin follows, 1…2..- Jake breaks out, but there’s just a hint of tiredness, and Latino is sure he can capitalize. Getting up quickly, he waits a second or so for Jake to do the same and then whips him into the nearby ropes; Jake rebounds, and Latino uses this motion to lift him up, powerbomb style. He stalls, and smirks into the camera – but that delay is critical, for Jake realizes what’s going on and thrashes, striking Latino two or three times before he is forced to drop him and abandon the Machete attempt. With the fans now making an incredible noise, Jake whips Latino hard into the corner; Latino is dazed and Jake has a perfect chance to set up his “You’re a Hero” finish. He backs up, creating space for a running attack to crush any resistance left in his opponent…
…and then twists around and roundhouse kicks AK off of the apron before more than a handful of the crowd have even realized she’s there at all. The fans are stunned at Jake’s perception and cheer raucously; Jake puts a finger to his temple and taunts AK as she disentangles herself from the apron cover.
Unfortunately, Jake’s not quite managed to win the numbers game; before he can even turn around to check that Latino’s not sneaking up on him, he is knocked down by a screamer of a clothesline from his left side. The fans take a second to believe their eyes, and then start booing furiously… which makes not a jot of difference to Rattlesnake, who is only interested in stamping the shinola out of Jake. Latino has recovered sufficiently to enjoy the sight, and start urging Rattlesnake on further as the referee waves his arms frantically and the bell rings.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to outside interference, the winner of this match is Jake Cheng!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:25:25 GMT -5
The fans are livid at this turn of events; Jake rolls over to the ropes and manages to pull himself up, but with both Rattlesnake and Latino keen to do some further damage, he’s in a precarious position and low on energy. Of course, he’s not entirely alone, and the entire arena lifts as BK comes storming out, already prepared for his match with Ness. His problem, meanwhile, is that AK is between him and the ring, and she’s not adverse to the idea of making an early start for Warfare; she’s fast enough to intercept BK just in front of the ring and more fists and feet start flying. Jake, amazingly enough, starts to make a comeback and knocks Rattlesnake down, but is quickly punched back by Latino; the whole arena is verging on chaos, when…
??: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Everyone who wants to have a job in precisely 60 seconds’ time, CEASE AND DESIST!
Ginger’s bellowed order does the trick, being loaded with just enough genuine anger to get his employees’ attention. Jake rolls out of the ring, and AK rolls inside of it so that some space is created between the various parties.
Ginger: I will confess, I had a feeling you four old-timers wouldn’t just be able to live and let live. What I didn’t expect was for you to start expanding this to encompass more of my federation. And it is still MY FEDERATION, regardless of what any of you, or in fact anyone with their signature on one of my contracts, cares to claim.
There’s a bit of a pop for this, and Ginger has grace enough to nod in acknowledgement.
Ginger: So, let’s get back to Fed management 101, shall we? A little refresher course. You are all here to wrestle, and I see plenty of that going on, so far so good. What I am here to do is ensure that all of you give our fans, these fans here, the best possible entertainment.
Another pop. Ginger smiles and flexes his fingers.
Ginger: So that is exactly what I shall deliver, for my word is my bond! If you all want to fight until you prove whatever it is that you’re trying to, then I’ll give you a proper place to do it… the natural home of multi-man battles, RAGNAROK!
The pops just keep getting bigger. Ginger makes a “picture frame” with his fingers, and looks at the five people in and around the ring through it.
Ginger: Let’s see… I like the look of this arrangement, I really do. So I’ll make this a three on three contest: Latino, Alicia and Rattlesnake vs. BK, Jake, and-
Everyone hangs, awaiting the name of the mysterious 6th competitor.
Ginger: Actually, I didn’t think things that far through yet. So, Jake, since you technically won this match I’ll give you and BK until the end of Monday’s show to recruit a third person, otherwise you’re on your own. Oh, and do choose carefully, because this isn’t going to be just any match, oh no. I won’t spoil the surprise… you’ll find out what kind of hell you’re all going to go through when I’m ready to tell you.
Random crowd member (muttering): When he’s thought up an idea that hasn’t been done 1000 times before, he means…
Ginger just scowls, and looks back at the assembled superstars.
Ginger: Now, clear my ring before I have security remove you… I have a show to complete.
Ginger’s music hits, and at once everyone’s talking. Rattlesnake is understandably agitated, having presumably agreed only to assist as a one-off surprise; Jake and BK, meanwhile, have the no less daunting task of finding someone prepared to team with them in what already sounds like being an extremely tough match. They head to the back, BK trying to get his thoughts straight before his match with Ness, and are followed shortly after by the other three superstars, now unexpectedly bonded and facing what could be a make-or-break situation for all of them…
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:27:39 GMT -5
Segment: Help me, Help You. (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to seeing Jonny with a look of determinism in his eyes while he walks down a hallway just moments after his encounter with Jason Freeman. He stops and turns to look at a door way. The camera man does so too, and the name plate on it says “Chairman Gingerdude” on it. Jonny knocks and waits and a voice from within says “Come on in.” Jonny does so and the camera follows to find Gingerdude working on some paper work. He tells Jonny to sit, and he does so.
Gingerdude: You know Jonny, your fellow colleagues can be so impolite these days, they just barge into rooms like they own the place.
Jonny: Very true….wait, how did you know it was me that came in?
Ginger points to a stack of monitors on the opposite side of his desk without looking up from his paper work and Jonny looks to see the very hallway that he just walked down. Just then once he gets comfortable on his chair again Ginger finishes his work (for the moment) to address Jonny.
Jonny:…nice.
Ginger: Indeed it is, so Jonny what can I do for you?
Jonny: I assume you saw what had happened with Jason and me?
Ginger turns to the side and leans back in his chair.
Ginger: …I have.
Jonny: So can you help me out with a rematch? He did say Ragnarok would be a good time for him to go one on one with me; it would be a good time for me too.
Ginger: hmm….as tempting as this sounds to do I will have to decline the suggesting?
Jonny: What? Why? How come? Wh—
Ginger: He did make some good points to you Jon.
Jonny: But come on Ginger, buddy, pal, we got history.
Ginger: We do, but according to the history we weren’t that eye to eye on things for the most part.
Jonny: errrr…touché
Ginger: But I am willing to not let past differences affect relationships between boss and co-worker…I am willing to forgive and forget…
Ginger gets up from his chair and comes around to the front of the desk and sits on the edge of it.
…Jonny, help me…help you!
That line was accompanied with the standard hand motions that go along with the saying.
…Jonny I want you TO get that rematch I really do, but you haven’t given me much lately to makes me think that you had earned that rematch.
Jonny stands up and looks at Ginger in the eye.
Jonny: Fine. You want to see what I can do? I will give Scott and ‘Snake a run for their money tonight and you will see.
Jonny turns and walks out his office and firmly and loudly closes the door behind him…Ginger is then left sitting on his desk and has a little smirk on his face.
Ginger: Good.
He then turns and goes back to sit on his desk and finishes his paper work for the day.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:28:20 GMT -5
Segment: "The Video" - Vanity Jane and Sae P R E S S P L A Y "Do you have the camera set?" "Yeah, just hold on!" "God, hurry! I don't want to wait so long the damn bar closes without me in it!" "Okay. Three-two-one. You're on." Scene opens up with an open set. Boxes and crates are shown around the set with two chairs in the main view. Of course, the chairs are set to be with a stage light shining down on the chairs. A female with shoulder length hair smiles at the camera as the other person moves to sit in the other chair. The camera is gradually focusing in on the two as the female's memorable voice laughs in a cynical tone. "Alpha Championship Wrestling. It's been a long time, hasn't it? Look at where you are now. The LOST of the astounding focus on the Tag Team titles are gone and didn't we tell you after that week, something remarkable were to happen?"A male's voice comes into the scene as the female tosses back her hair with a drink in her left hand. She clenches her hand with a reminiscent way as the male holds onto his staff. He rubs the tip of it as he persists off of her question. "Heh, exactly. After I said the phenomenon were to happen, it did. The damn week we go on a leave, the titles are down to the Diva title position!"A brighter beam approaches through as Vanity Jane and Sae were sitting right in front of the camera view. " -and do I know how that is. Don't you remember, ACW? Realizing that not only did I kill off that pathetic title from winning both the title AND the division from a slut-like excuse 'retiree' but it's really pitiable on how SOME foolhardy punk thinks that she can bring it back?!""Someone is to bring it back? Hmm, I wonder who it’ll be …" "Hmph, yeah … well, remember your match from a few weeks ago, Nick? It's Nick Durden, right? Yeah, I heard about you from a few of the wrestlers backstage. You're supposed to be the 'Next Big Thing' around ACW. Sad how we have to annihilate and demolish something you cherish and adore SO much ... one way or another. See you at the squared circle..."Vanity Jane smiles back as the camera zooms in at Sae's face. "BITCH!" Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:28:54 GMT -5
Segment: Target Acquired (Credit: Shawn)
The scene opens rather abruptly with a simple shot of the parking lot. It moves around for a few seconds to show numerous parked vehicles. It stops once it gets to the enigmatic duo of Umeko Saito and Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson. They’re both well dressed for this chilling evening. The look works for Umeko, but it’s quite odd seeing Chance in something other than his wrestling attire.
Still…it’s quite chilly…so Umeko wastes no time in getting to her point.
Umeko: You all saw what happened Monday night, and I don’t think you’ll soon forget it. To call it a massacre would be an understatement—a grave understatement. My Tiger battered Kudo Yasuda until he could barely stand under his own power. The match ended when the official decided, rightfully so, that Kudo was enable to intelligently defend himself. My Tiger had reduced him to a pathetic shell of a man. It was a glorious victory. I must admit that it brought me an immeasurable amount of pride to hear the unwashed masses scream with terror as my Tiger literally took his opponent apart.
She laughs loudly. Her breath is given form by the cold night air.
Umeko: My Tiger was victorious that night…which is more than I can say for a lot of people, isn’t that right, Alicia?
A knowing smile creeps across Umeko’s face, and it’s quickly followed by her signature mocking laughter. In an odd move, the camera moves over so that it focuses on Chance for just a second. He looks bothered by something. The cause of this is anybody’s guess.
Umeko: There is one man, however, that decided to step into my business: Scott Andrews, the self proclaimed “Scarlet Assassin”. He no doubt had aspirations of being a grand hero…and he must have also harbored a death-wish. He got the former…and I’ll see to it that he gets the latter.
She absentmindedly rubs her hands together for warmth before finishing with her threats. She’ll be sure to invest in a pair of gloves within the next few days.
Umeko: I’ll be perfectly frank. Before Monday you weren’t even a blip on my radar…and now you’ve got my full attention. Aren’t you lucky?
Her voice is as serious as her brooding glare.
Umeko: It just so happens that my Tiger and I have the night off… So, I suppose I'll spend the rest of the week thinking of how to deal with you. Then, come Monday, I’ll give you a call. See you then.
With that, she walks off-screen. Her Tiger follows her shortly after as the scene slowly fades unto black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:29:19 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs Daniel Ness
With challenges and threats stacking up across the fed, it’s time to resolve one simmering element. Philip enters the ring.
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring...weighing in at 230lbs from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Beach Chair" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He looks from side to side, surveying the audience before making his way down the ramp. Upon hitting the bottom of the rampway, the cameras get a shot directly in front of him and he does his signature *BK Pose* and the pyro shoots up behind him. His pace then quickens as he slides into the ring and makes his way toward the middle turnbuckle where he perches himself to strike another BK pose. He steps down soon enough and waits for his opponent to make their way to the ring.
Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 225 lbs from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvannia, he is the Fallout Openweight Champion, Daniel Ness!
"Surival of the Sickest" by Saliva sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes into a frenzy of boos for the Openweight Champion. Ness steps onto the stage with the Openweight Championship fastened tightly around his waist, not looking to the crowd but making a b-line for BK London. Ness steps onto the top rope and removes his championship before raising it up by the ropes for more boos from the crowd. He hands it to RAF to deliver it to the timekeeper and now the bell sounds for the match to begin.
As the bell sounds, neither man is eager to quickly get this match started. One would think after the beating and embarrassment that BK endured by the hands of Ness, that he would start pounding away but he has a different strategy tonight. A strategy to beat Ness at his own game, the mat game. We all know Ness is an accomplished mat wrestler with his NCAA background, and an even more accomplished wrestler on Fallout with him as the Openweight Champion, but he hasn't truly went one on one with the man who first brought him into this game. Both men walks to the center of the ring and begin trash talking in the center of the ring. Suddenly the first shot is heard with a vicious slap across the cheek of the Openweight Champion. Ness' lips nearly fly off his face, but he is soon bombarded with a flury of slaps to the face before being taken down with a European Uppercut by BK. Ness tries to shake off the effects of the stiff blow by BK and begins backing up into the corner but BK follows him. BK wastes no time capitalizing with several stomps to the abdomen of Ness, taking a page out of Stonecold's book by stomping a mudhole and walking it dry but RAF manages to pull BK off Ness before he gets too crazy. BK, in all his rage, shoves RAF aside and advances towards Ness but recieves a poke in the eye by Ness for his trouble - not a very charactersitic move from the 2 time NCAA champion. BK is temporarily blinded and now Ness runs forward at the former International Champion but BK manages to duck and scoops up Ness from behind with a Tear Drop Suplex. Quickly BK makes the cover, but Ness manages to kick out after two instinctively. BK picks up Ness and throws him into the corner before laying him in the chest with a hard knife edge chop. Ness holds his chest in pain but manages to endure the pain enough to combat with a chop to the chest of BK.
BK holds his chest in pain, and staggers a bit giving Ness the ability to step out the corner but as Ness advances towards him he recieves an extremely hard chop to the chest that stings his chest. Ness drops down to one knee after that shot and but shortly gets up and chops BK back in the chest. The exchange goes on for another few seconds until the chops begin to turn into a punches and an all out brawl begins to break out in the ring to the delight of the crowd. Ness breaks up the exchange with a hefty knee to the gut before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a Swinging Neckbreaker. Just after the move BK sits up, holding the back of his neck in pain and Ness quickly rises up himself and delivers a Mr. Perfect like Flipping Neck Snap. BK falls back on the ground hard and he smiles a bit to the dismay of the crowd before going for the cover. Hooking both legs, he looks confident in having the match after that combination of moves but BK has managed to kick out right after two. Ness looks up at RAF and begins to yell at him, accusing him of making a slow count because of his confidence to have this match in the bag after the match but RAF ensures him that the count was a good enough one. Ness snarls at him a bit before turning back around and picking up BK. BK begins to fight back with several right hands to Ness' abdomen, and the crowd begins getting on the side of London. BK frees himself from the clutches of Ness and looks to run off the ropes but Ness grabs him by his tights and pulls him back before German Suplexing him on the top turnbuckle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2007 17:30:36 GMT -5
BK's neck bounces off the top of the turnbuckle and he sinks down into the turnbuckle in an extreme amount of pin. Ness quickly gets up and he bounces off the opposite ropes before nearly crushing BK's jaw with a facewash. BK is dazed for a few seconds and Ness wastes no time pulling him to the center of the ring and hooking both legs, counting along with the referee. RAF's hand looks like it's about to go down for three but BK's shoulder manages to go up and the Openweight Champion is absolutely livid. He throws off the straps from his singlet tights and begins screaming in RAF's face, demanding that that was a three while RAF, who doesn't mind getting in a screaming contest, very much disagrees. The argument goes on for a few seconds while BK manages to get up and roll up the Openweight Champion. BK has the champion stacked up, and it looks over from here now but to the crowd's disappointment Ness manages to escape right before three. Both superstars get up again and Ness looks for a clothesline but BK ducks under it and takes him down with a Backslide Pin for anothe nearfall. Both wrestlers get up again and BK is quick to the punch, laying a combination he calls the 'Crown Heights Combo' to the Fallout wrestler. A kick to the abdomen, two slaps on both sides of the face, a toe kick to the face and finally a Spinning Back Crescent Kick sends Ness staggering back into the ropes. BK takes advantage of this and whips Ness across the ring, looking to hit a big move and as BK looks for his Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Ness manages to counter the move and locks in his dreaded submission manuever he calls Ness-asary.
BK flails around the ring, looking for the ropes before he succumbs to the move but drops down to one knee in the process. Ness really pulls back on the neck, but chants of "BK" begin to circulate through the crowd. BK rises up quickly and rams Ness back first into the turnbuckles, freeing himself from the move but the pain has taken a toll on him in the process. BK staggers around, holding the back of his neck, before returing to the corner of Ness. Ness combats with a kick to the abdomen and looks for a Double Underhook Powerbomb but BK escapes by wrenching the arm and pulling Ness into a Front Facelock before delivering The Revolver. Ness flops over on his back following the move and neither man are moving in the ring. RAF looks down at both and begins counting, seeing who will make it to their feet first but BK manages to crawl over and cover Ness. BK looks like he has it in the bag, but Ness' arm shoots up from the mat and a large amount of boos are heard. BK is wondering what will it take to keep this man down for three, before getting up and going to the corner. BK begins to tune up the band, an homage to one of his wrestling influences Shawn Michaels, and the crowd begins to tune up with him. Slowly Ness gathers himself and begins to climb to his feet. He turns around and BK looks to connect but Ness ducks and hoists up BK in a Electric Chair Position. Ness has BK up in the air for a few seconds before he spins BK around into a Powerbomb position. He looks for a Running Powerbomb out the ring but BK delivers a Hurricanrana over the top rope to the outside for the Fallout champ. Ness hits hard on the outside while BK holds onto the apron. Ness is layed out on the ground below and BK signals for a flipping manuever. He backs up to one side of the apron and runs on the apron before diving off and hitting a Shooting Star Press.
A round of applause can be heard from the crowd for the manuever BK has pulled off the apron, and now BK lifts up Ness and tosses him into the ring. BK hops up on the apron and gingerly climbs to the top rope, with the crowd fully behind him. Ness sees BK climbing the turnbuckle and wastes no time throwing himself at the ropes - in which BK loses his balance. BK drops groin first on the top turnbuckle and Ness rests on the ropes a bit - pointing to his head as the crowd boos him fiercely. Ness approaches BK and throws both of his legs from outside the ring to inside the ring, and looks to be climbing the top rope. BK pushes him off the top rope and Ness charges at him but BK sticks out his legs. Ness goes head first into the sole of BK's foot, and BK capitalizes for a Tornado DDT. Ness holds BK up in the air in mid-twist and throws BK off his shoulders. BK staggers back and bumps right into RAF, sending him to the outside. Ness rolls to the outside and grabs his steel chair before rolling back into the ring. BK is rising up from the little shove and Ness charges at him, but BK ducks under it. Ness turns around and he walks right into a Air London. London covers Ness, and the crowd counts one, two, three, but RAF is still recovering on the outside. BK rises up and goes to check on RAF while Ness rolls over to the steel chair. RAF rises up and looks inside the ring and as BK turns around, he is leveled with a steel chair shot. Ness dumps the chair out of the ring and makes the cover, and the bell is rung.
*The Bell Rings*
Ness is wondering what is going on as RAF rolls into the ring. And Phillip walks over to RAF and the two begin to talk, but it's clear to see what the result is now.
Phillip: And the winner of this match.....by Disqualification, B-K London!
"Beach Chair" sounds throughout the PA system and RAF rolls into the ring and raises the limp arm of BK while Ness is absolutely livid. He gets in the face of RAF and starts screaming at him. Ness has had enough, and with the match over he decides to deck RAF and goes back to the outside to get the chair.
He enters the ring and looks to take BK's head off, but BK kicks him in the gut as he comes at him with the chair and grabs it right out of his hands. BK raises the chair over his head and smashes it right over the back of Ness' head as he is bent over and the crowd loves every second of it. Ness lays motionless in the ring as BK tosses the chair down aside and exits the ring to his music playing loudly.
He walks up the ramp with his arms held up in triumph before disappearing to the back.
Fade Out.
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