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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:03:10 GMT -5
Segment: Interview Part 1 (Scott/Shawn)
The ACW camera cuts backstage to where we see both Charlotte King and Scott Andrews sitting opposite each other in an almost talk show interview set-up.
Charlotte: I'm Charlotte King and tonight I'll be bringing you two exclusive sit-down interviews with Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson and "The Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews. I hope to shed some new light on what is fast becoming a very nasty feud between two of ACW's most prolific competitors. My first guest is the former Light Heavyweight Champion Scott Andrews. Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mr. Andrews. How're you feeling?
Scott: Apart from my ribs being messed up pretty bad on Monday, I'm doing fine thank you, Charlotte.
Charlotte: Why don't we start things by going back over a week ago to Warfare...I know it was a night that I won't forget. The main event saw Kudo Yasuda take on Chance Emmerson in a lengthy and often nauseatingly brutal contest. The fight went on for a few minutes after the match ended...and Chance was in perfect position to end Kudo's career. Scott... My first question is this: Could you have lived with yourself if you didn't stop that tragedy from occuring?
Scott: I could have lived, but I would have lived with a guilty conscious. There was no way I was gonna stand out back and watch on as some reckless son of a bitch tried to end my good friends career, even possibly his life! I know how much Kudo loves doing what he does best, and for that to be stripped away from him because of Chance Emmerson's inability to control himself when the shit hits the fan...it's absolute bullshit.
Charlotte: I understand... A lot of people, including many industry experts, think that you may be way out of your league in a hypothetical contest with the World Champion. How do you respond to your critics? In addition to that, do you think that a one-on-one match between yourself and the champion is now unavoidable?
Scott: First things first...
Scott puts both hands in the air and pulls a duel one finger salute to the main camera.
Scott: Fuck the critics! That's all they are anyway...critics. I've spent my fair share of time here in ACW, I'm not some rookie that's just graduated from Dwights Gym, everybody knows that! It's a shame that so many people have their doubts about me and my chances at winning a title match at Ragnarok. It's not set in stone just yet, but damn it, right now I issue the challenge to that bastard, Chance Emmerson! If you have the balls of a champion you'll accept, jackass. Next question, please.
Charlotte: The fact that you two will be on opposing teams tonight probably doesn't help matters. Do you plan to make a statement in tonight's match, and do you think that Chance and Umeko will be able to coexist with Dr. Starkweather? There's been a lot of bad blood between those three...
Scott: Making a statement is what Scott Andrews attempts to do every night I go out there. I made a statement when I joined the Senatorial Stable. I made a statement when I defeated legends in this promotion such as the likes of RDK and Latino. And I made a statement when I turned my life around at Winters Discontent. As for the bad blood? It's very justified. If you saw what went on last year between those three then you know exactly why. I say let them fight amongst themselves and see where that gets them. As for me, I'll be trying my best to work with Brimstone, he seems an alright fellow...
Charlotte: I hate to add fuel to the fire, but what is your honest opinion of the World Champion as a competitor and as a person? You've had some strong words for him in recent weeks, and our fans are interested to know more.
Scott: What do I think of Chance Emmerson? Has anyone been listening these past weeks? I've verbally vomited all over that piece of trash and with good reason. What would you think if he was to take Kevin and throw him through a table...
Charlotte does not seem too worried.
Scott: OK, bad analogy...But what about a family member? Your mother? What if he was to concuss her and then attempt to make the damage even worse? It's never a good feeling is it, Charlotte? Y'see I hope people understand where I'm coming from. People look at me as the absolute underdog in this thing, but the powerful emotions I felt that night will only empower me with the drive and perseverance as well as complete confidence in my abilities that I should never have doubted in the first place. They don't call me the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill for nothing y'know! And that's what they'll be chanting when I eventually knock Chance off his high horse and take his precious World Title.
Charlotte: Well, speaking of the World Title... I realize being a world champion is something that you probably dreamed of as a kid... I also realize that your problems with Chance Emmerson aren't really based around the title itself... How does your desire to be a champion play into this whole state of affairs...does it effect your judgment?
Scott: Everyone in this business wants to become World Champion, Charlotte, but only a few from each generation can ever be. But this war isn't about the title, it's about good overcoming evil, simple as that. Chance has proven to be a threat to the prosperity of ACW and it is my sworn duty to protect all those I hold close.
Charlotte: Very interesting... I have just one last question for you. Do you have anything to say to The World Champion right now?
Scott: All I have to say is this...tonight, be it when the bell rings, the closing seconds, or anywhere in between, I will do my best to prove that I, SCOTT FREAKIN' ANDREWS is no Black Horse! I will prove why I belong in the upper tier of this company! I will prove to everybody just why they should never EVER underestimate the Scarlet Assassin! And Chance, you've been on the hitlist since this began, you've moved up, you've made progress, well done. But this list isn't one people like to be on. I suppose you see it as a challenge, and as I said before, challenge accepted. See you in the ring...
Scott stands, walks over to Charlotte and quickly shakes her hand before exiting the room.
FADE.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:04:03 GMT -5
Segment: “I HATE Draws” (Credit: Kudo + BK + Jake) Kudo Yasuda, with light heavyweight championship belt in hand, (So to speak, it’s really on his shoulder) takes a stroll through the ACW halls with a paper cup in hand, sipping its contents along the way.: Stop right there! Kudo indeed stops in his tracks and turns around, watching Top Draw, BK London and Jake Cheng, quickly make their way up to him. It seems that he can't even walk around these days without a member of Top Draw calling him back. BK playfully gasps for air and wipes imaginary sweat off his forehead, as if he’s been running a marathon to catch up. Kudo merely looks at them, waiting for an explanation.Jake: Whew, geez Kudo why do you have to make it so hard to find you in this stadium? You’re like a ninja – and I’m not just saying that because you’re Japanese… Kudo raises an eyebrow while BK catches his breath.BK: Yeah we checked you’re locker room but no one was there. Ever since your secret agent Albright left, it seems like you’ve vanished, become less “out there” – like turned into a ghost or something. Jake: Yeah but you’re a champion. The light heavyweight champion. You should be out in the spotlight where everyone can see you. You know, it’s the title I made famous by the way. BK scoffs.Jake: Anyways, what do you have there? Jake stretches forward and steals a glance at the contents of Kudo’s cup.Jake: Is that tea? Who drinks tea at a wrestling event? (Jake shakes his head) You know Kudo, you’re perpetuating a very old and tired Asian stereotype. I have to live in this world to you know! Kudo remains confused and now a bit annoyed as well as he purposely takes another big sip of tea in front of Jake.Kudo: You know, I’ve been standing here for quite some time and I really am still waiting for the point of all of this. BK: Ahem! You’re right Kudo. What my friend here really meant to say, is that we’ve been looking for you tonight so that we could personally thank you again for having our backs on Warfare against Rattlesnake, Latino and Atomic. They're some bad ass motha - Jake: Shut yo mouth! BK: I'm only talking about Rattlesnake, Latino, and Atomic.. Jake: Oh...well fuck them. Kudo continues to stare at the pair, as if to continue to say "what am I doing here?"Jake: You know, I probably would have won that belt too if they didn’t interfere… BK interjects loudly, masking his partner’s words.BK: I think I speak for both of us when we say we’re glad and grateful for having you on the team. Kudo: Listen, I didn’t come out searching for either of you to see if you were okay from the brawl. Okay? I’m not this benevolent superhero that is glad to offer you help when you need it. The reason I put myself in the middle there, was because several people couldn’t mind their own businesses and had to interrupt a championship match, my first title defense of this belt. Now I’ve started off my reign as Light Heavyweight champion smeared with controversy, with Latino, AK and of course Rattlesnake, setting their feet into the ring with their personal vendettas before the final bell rang.…And no, you wouldn’t have won the belt from me. Kudo stares directly into Jake who shrugs his shoulders as BK tries to play damage control.BK: Ha, you know you’re right again - this man is on a roll. Jake: Hey, what the…! Kudo cuts both off before an argument starts up.Kudo: When Rattlesnake interfered in my match I saw a smile across his face. He knew what he was doing and that he has a bone to pick with me. And now this whole personal thing Latino and AK have going with Top Draw, I have going on with Rattlesnake. Listen, I’m glad if you appreciated my actions, but I’d prefer if you did not interfere with me and Rattlesnake now. This is between the two of us, and having someone interfere with that is like someone interfering with a match. I won’t stand for it. Kudo finishes his tea and crushes the cup in his palm before tossing it out to the side and heading on his way back down the hall. The cameraman follows him out of sight and returns back on Top Draw.Jake: Geez lighten up Mr. KO. BK: Yeah, he’s way too serious. They should call him “Mr. PMS.” Jake: I mean what kind of person can’t accept a thank you? BK: The same kind that drinks tea at wrestling shows, I guess… Jake: And the same kind who think they can beat me. BK: Yeah...no. BK starts to walk away and Jake looks down at his feet.-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:05:24 GMT -5
Segment: "Ironic" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
No one could have ever imagined how Rattlesnake could find himself allied with AK and Latino. No one can possibly fathom the sheer magnitude of this mini-alliance. Everything is going right for the three individuals.
Rattlesnake just stands after his encounter with AK and thinks...thinks about the last few weeks and just feels completely complacent. He's satisfied with what's happened thus far and doesn't see any problems with his forthcoming match.
Rattlesnake: Ragnarok is coming soon. That will be the one time that everyone will get to see their dream match. Well...part of it at least. I know they sit and dream about the day when I team with Latino and AK. I know they can't make it through the day without imagining that. I know they have a hard on for it. It's something they crave...they need. They'll finally get it.
Rattlesnake seemed somewhat different somehow. Something just wasn't quite right. Shouldn't he have been with the Senatorial Stable instead of Latino and AK? It's completely uncharacteristic of not only him, but as a stable leader as well.
Then again, he was the one that debuted and swore he'd never find himself allied with anyone. He always felt that a stable would drag him down instead of push him up. That, of course, isn't the route he went. Something had come over him and he soon felt the need to get some assistance. That decision has dictated the last 8 months. It's led to his reign as International Champion. It's led to him winning Emperor of the Ring. But most importantly, it's led him to being on the verge of the World Championship. When he goes after that is anyone's guess. Ironic, isn't it?
But that last thought is way into the future. Focusing on the current task at hand was what he needed to do. And that task was teaming with one of his Ragnarok partners to face his two named opponents. Sure his record against BK was mediocre, but his record against Jake Cheng was practically flawless. With someone like AK on his side in this match, he knew there wasn't anything to worry about.
Rattlesnake: But for now they'll have to wait. They won't be able to contain themselves when that match finally happens. Hell, they might have to excuse themselves from the room just to get over the joy they got from seeing that match take place. It would be like Trekkies seeing the original cast of Star Trek in person. They wouldn't be able to contain themselves and would let their fanboyish tendencies take over.
It was sad. To use an analogy like that, it was really quite sad. Then again, it was pretty damn close...so close that it's almost ironic. Maybe...maybe not. That's not something that can be determined at the moment though.
On top of that, some of the things AK said seem to make him wonder if he hasn't fallen victim of that. Sure he's not one to be easily one-upped like most, but there's always that chance. Who knows...maybe it's happened. Maybe Rattlesnake is yesterday's news. Maybe Hunter is rolling over in his grave while this goes on. Maybe Rattlesnake's finally hit the point where he can go no further. All those maybes and nothing certain.
But wait...perhaps hope isn't lost for him. If he seems stale right now, he could rejuvenate himself. He needs something to change things. He's said it before, so there's no need to really mention just what that is.
He paces and just shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: Oh forget it. If people are going to act like that when they see that match, I might as well just shoot myself. I'm not here for anyone's enjoyment. I love making people's lives miserable. It's what I do best. First BK, Jake and Kudo will have their share of miseries at the hand of my team. But who should be next? Who should find themselves on a downward spiral? Whomever that is...we'll just have to wait and see. I can say this...my time is coming. If that's any clue to whom I'm referring to, you had better catch it. If you can't pick it up, you should just hit yourself in the head with a tack hammer because you obviously won't be doing anything better.
Enough rambling...it's getting boring.
Rattlesnake just walks off. He's not pumped up for his match though. For tonight, he really doesn't give a shit what happens despite how he was while he was talking to AK.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:06:14 GMT -5
Match 4: Top Draw vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and Rattlesnake (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at a combined weight of 427lbs, the team of Top Draw!
Following the moment of complete silence the beginning chords of "The Emperor's Soundtrack" by Lupe Fiasco sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely nuts for Top Draw. As the heavy bass shortly follows and the melodic flow of Lupe Fiasco proceeds, both Jake Cheng and BK London make their way through the curtain onto the top of the stage to a pop of a bigger magnitude. They play towards the crowd, hyping them up on opposite side of the stage before meeting back at the center and making their way down the ramp. They slap the hands of the crowd who are lucky enough to get seats by the ramp before stopping at the mouth of the stage. There BK does his signature 'BK pose' while Jake does his 'Jake pose', and the pyros shoot up behind them back on the stage. The pair enters the ring and hops up on the opposite turnbuckles, playing more towards the crowd as the cameras flash all around the arena. They hop down from the turnbuckle and meet in the center of the ring, waiting for their opponents.
Phillip: And their opponent, coming to the ring from London, England, weighing in at 135lbs, Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune!
“Faster Kill Pussycat" by Paul Oakenfold sounds through the arena and AK walks upon the stage to a chorus of boos. With her actions as of late, there is not even one person cheering for her in the crowd. As she struts to the ring, jeering and trash talking the slack jawed yokels in the front row, she slowly begins to focus on her opponents and what a threat they are to her. But tonight she has the ultimate partner, one who doesn't even know what defeat is, Rattlesnake.
Phillip: And her partner, coming to the ring from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 277lbs, "The Vision of Greatness" Rattlesnake!
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.
*The bell rings*
As the bell sounds, it appears now the teams have been set and it will be BK London taking on the former World Champion, Alicia Kitsune. Both superstars are familiar with each other very well with their epic battles in the past, and even just three days earlier when both fought to a double countout on Warfare. But this time, and probably at Ragnarok in the near future, they want to fight until they reach a decisive result. Both superstars lock up in the center of the ring in the most basic of moves, the collar elbow tie up. Quickly, AK grabs the arm of BK and completes a very painful arm wrench before applying more torque and pressure to the move. BK has been in this predicament many times before and he simply rolls forward and nips up to his feet before taking down his opponent in a Fireman's Carry. Before AK can even calculate another move, he latches on a headlock, grounding her to the mat. As the large bicep of BK chokes AK, Rattlesnake begins to will her on to get up. AK rises up while still in the headlock and bounces off the ropes before pushing off BK into the ropes. BK comes off the ropes and AK leaps over her opposing World Champion, and BK bounces off the ropes again. AK turns around and completes a split in the center of the ring, having BK hop over her before rolling backwards on her back and launching BK into the ropes with her feet on contact. BK nearly flies out of the ring with that very unorthodox manuever and quickly AK gets up and smiles, which produces a grimacing look from BK. Jake stands on the bottom rope and extends his arm for the tag, but you can see clearly on the face of BK that he doesn't want to tag out - but he may have to before he is out-manuevered again by AK. He reluctantly makes the tag to his long time partner and sets himself up on the apron as Jake hops over the top rope into the ring.
What makes Jake even think he can go up against a former World Champion? Especially one who out-manuevered his opponent, a former two-time world champion. Pugnacity. Since this year, Jake has been on a roll and ever since he has been on that roll he has gained much more confidence in himself. And with more confidence himself, a wrestler can be very hard to beat - at least that's whats going on Jake's mind. Jake approaches the center of the ring to meet AK and lock up in a collar elbow tie up, but AK simply catches him off guard and delivers a hefty toe kick to his abdomen before sending him into the ropes. Jake rebounds off the ropes and AK looks for a back elbow to take down this former Light Heavyweight Champion, but Jake surprisingly ducks under it. AK makes a 180, turning around to catch the coming Jake and Jake manages to take her down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors. AK rises up, a bit dizzy from the manuever and Jake grabs her by her arm and whips her hard into the corner before following up with a clothesline into the corner. The crowd is no doubt behind the accomplished Light Heavyweight and as AK staggers out the corner, he meets her with a kick to her abdomen and a Inverted Unprettier before going for the first cover of the match.
ONE . . TWO-KICK OUT!
AK gets her shoulder up to prevent being pinned by Jake, and now Jake grabs the back of her head to pick her up and pulls her head between his legs. He signals for some powerbomb manuever, but AK wastes no time to bail and roll backwards back into her corner. She rises up on her knees and holds the back of her head, that's still aching from the Inverted Unprettier. But more surprising, she can't believe that she - SHE has been out manuevered by Jake Cheng just as her husband was earlier this month. Rattlesnake holds his arm out for the tag and AK looks up, and smiles, knowing full well what's in store for Jake. She, unlike BK, willingly makes the tag and watches as the six foot eight, two-hundred and seventy seven pound behemoth makes his way into the ring. While Jake has been rather confident in his abilities as of late, it can't help but go down a notch as a man who stands approximately a foot higher than him stares across him at the ring menacingly. Fear takes hold in the mind of Jake, but only for one second before the determination that was once there when he faced AK returns. He charges at the big man head on and Rattlesnake attempts to level him with a clothesline but he ducks. Jake springboards himself off the ropes and turns around, hoping to take the big man down with a Crossbody - but he is caught in midair. Rattlesnake throws him over one shoulder and nearly crushes him on the mat with a huge powerslam. Jake bounces up from the mat upon impact before falling back down and holding his back in insurmountable pain. Rattlesnake makes the cover, and it looks like this may be it.
ONE . . TWO .
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:06:59 GMT -5
But BK enters the ring and lays a large aggressive boot to the back of Rattlesnake's head, shades of Warfare. Referee Keiji Makabe, official for this match, wastes no time attending to BK and telling him to get back to his corner, but BK is being very difficult in such activity. AK enters the ring while BK is inadvertantly distracting the referee and the duo lay into Jake with a vicious stomp to his sternum and abdomen before hitting a Backbreaker/Neckbreaker Combination. AK rises up to the mat and claps, and even with the referee attending to BK he hears the tag. BK has now returned to his camera, but he's as furious as ever, pacing up and down the apron like some caged animal and Keiji tells him to hold onto the tag rope. AK calls over Keiji as she has Jake covered, and it looks like she is about to pick up the win.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-
Jake manages to get his left foot on the bottom rope and AK is absolutely livid. She pulls him to the center of the ring and covers him again, this time hoping to pick up the win.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Jake gets his shoulder up, and AK angrily and aggressively covers Jake for a third time. This time hooking both legs.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
While these pin attempts only prove to be infuriating AK, they are weakening Jake as he has to exert energy kick out of pins, energy he is severely low in. AK turns Jake over on his stomach and she sits on his back and now pulls back on his chin, completing the Camel Clutch. AK looks as if he is going to make him tap, or rip his head off in the process, but on the apron BK is doing whatever he can to will Jake on. BK begins to stomp on the apron, getting the crowd to stomp on the floor in unison, and Jake seems to be feeding off the support of the fans. Jake begins to shake his arms, as he feels a second wind coming in fast and he rises up on his knees and then even begins to rises up with AK still on his back. He rams AK back first into the turnbuckle, and then drops to the mat in exhaustion, hoping to recover a bit. He looks up towards his corner to see BK reaching his arm out, anxiously awaiting a tag. Jake slowly, but surely, begins to head to the corner but he looks like he is about to be derailed. Big man Rattlesnake enters the ring, and looks to stop Jake in his tracks with a huge leg drop to the back of the head - but Jake moves out of the way which results in a jolt of cheers from the crowd. Rattlesnake sits on his ass, and now begins to hold his tailbone in pain. AK rolls over to Keiji Makabe and grabs him, hoping to use him to get up and Keiji begins to argue with the lady to get off of him. Jake reaches out, and dives - making the tag and BK hops over the rope and enters the ring.
BK runs foward, and he looks like he's going to run through the team of AK and RS like a wild freight train but Keiji comes between that. Apparrently Keiji didn't see, or hear for that matter, the tag between Jake and BK therefore it's null and void and Jake is still the legal man. "BULLSHIT" chants circulate throughout the arena as the hurt Rattlesnake pulls Jake back to the center of the ring before returning to his corner. AK rolls over to Rattlesnake and makes the tag, which Keiji indeed does see and even more boos arise in the crowd. Even with Top Draw being the dominant team, AK and RS have managed to manipulate the referee into their own match and now Rattlesnake grabs the Light Heavyweight by his throats and picks him up to a vertical base. Rattlesnake simply throws the arm of Jake over his shoulder and hoists him up in the air for the Chokeslam, but Jake counters in mid-air with a surprise kick to the face. Rattlesnake drops down Jake, and as he holds his eyes which have been attacked by Jake, Jake delivers a Flash Kick right to his chin. Rattlesnake is sent staggering backwards and out of the ring and Jake finally makes the tag to his partner BK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:07:47 GMT -5
The crowd is on their feet after this tag, after BK has been time and time again shut out by the teamwork of AK and RS. BK enters the ring and takes down AK with a clothesline. AK gets up, only to recieve another clothesline. She gets up for a third time and BK kicks her in her stomach before whipping her into the ropes and taking her down with a Samoan Drop. AK rolls out the ring on impact and now BK is standing left in the ring alone, and with being alone he completes a BK pose which gets a huge pop from the crowd. But when he turns around he sees Rattlesnake staring a hole into him from the apron. BK returns the stare with a glare of his own before pulling up his elbow pads and cracking his knuckles. Rattlesnake steps over the top rope and the battle between the two huge stars is on. BK delivers a hefty right hands to Rattlesnake, but Rattlesnake comes back with a right of his own and the exchange of fists continue for a while before they begin to actually slug it out. Rattlesnake proves to be the C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER with a knee to the gut and now he hoists BK up on his shoulders. He may be looking for the Snakebite, and it appears he is as he swings BK around on his shoulder, luckily BK manages to counter the move into an Tornado Inverted DDT. Rattlesnake flops over on his stomach after such a counter and begins to rise to his feet, and BK begins to rise aswell. Rattlesnake manages to get to his feet first somehow and looks for a clothesline but BK ducks under it and waits for RS to turn around. As Rattlesnake turns around, BK looks for his Shades of Michaels but Rattlesnake side steps the move. Rattlesnake tries once again for the Snakebite, this time quickly scooping him up but Jake enters the ring and lays it in with a stiff kick to Rattlesnake's gut.
BK slips off Rattlesnake's shoulders and now Jake spikes Rattlesnake into the mat with an Evenflow DDT. Rattlesnake rolls over on his back and it seems BK and Jake begin to say something while standing over him. Both then proceed to go to the opposite side of the ring, standing on different aprons and the crowd can't quite tell what they're going to pull off. At the same time, both BK and Jake springboard off their respective top ropes and hit a Simulataneous Springboard Leg Drop/Springboard Body Splash that they dub 'We've Got Things to See and People to Do'. It seems like it's perfectly academic from here and BK covers Rattlesnake.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT
Rattlesnake is saved from eventual defeat by his partner AK as she dives in the ring to break up the count. Crowd members can still be seen on their feet for they truly thought the match was over, but shocked to see AK just dart in the ring. Jake picks up AK by her hair and begins taking it to her before clotheslining her over the top rope. AK slowly begins to get up on the outside and Jake vaults himself over the top rope with a plancha and takes out Ms. Kitsune. Back in the ring, BK is stalking Rattlesnake as he gets up and as Rattlesnake is up on one knee - BK bounces off the ropes and looks to connect with a manuever but is leveled by a clothesline. BK's head bounces off the mat, and now he flips over on his stomach laying inert on the mat below. Rattlesnake picks up BK, and hoists him over his head in a Military Press position before walking towards the ropes. He looks as if he is about to dump the former World Champion over, which would definitely injure him in the long run. Suddenly Jake, who rised up from the apron below sweeps the feet of Rattlesnake with his arm sending him crashing on his back with BK falling on top of him. Keiji Makabe slides on over and begins to count...
ONE . . TWO
For the final count, BK holds down both legs of Rattlesnake - and the referee is completely oblivious to the cheating.
THREE!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, the team of BK London and Jake Cheng, Top DRAW!
As "The Emperor's Soundtrack" blares through the speakers the crowd erupts on their feet, cheering and almost sounding out the music. AK rolls into the ring, looking to get any piece of BK London she can but Jake rolls him out of the ring before any damage can be done. BK collapses on the ground on the outside, before Jake helps him up to his feet and the two embrace in a hug. Referee Keiji Makabe meets them at the ramp and raises their hand in triumph. AK is obviously pissed from her expression in the ring, and Rattlesnake is absolutely livid about how he was cheated out of the match. With things as they are, theyre sure likely to change for the worst come Warfare.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:08:53 GMT -5
Segment: Interview, Round 2 (Credit: Shawn)
The show cuts back to commercial for the second part of Charlotte King's Interview series with Scott Andrews and Chance Emmerson. Earlier in the night, she interviewed the man that some people consider to be the number 1 contender for the world title. Scott Andrews gave her a strikingly emotional interview earlier...and one can only wonder how Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson will measure up.
He sits patiently in the chair directly across from Charlotte. Umeko stands to the side, where she'll filter and answer questions as need be. Her mind seems to be elsewhere, from the lack of focus in her eyes...but she also looks like she's ready to start a rant at a moment's notice.
Charlotte: I'm now starting my second and final interview of the night, and it's with The World Champion Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson... Mr. Emmerson, I guess I'll start off this interview by asking you the same question I asked your rival...how do you fe--
She's not able to finish her question as Umeko cuts her off.
Umeko: Take some pride in your profession... I believe you can think up a more relevant question than that, can't you?
Charlotte avoids losing her professionalism and moves on to her next question.
Charlotte: Alright then... Mr. Emmerson, there are a lot of people saying that, as a champion, you still have a lot to prove. They say that your victory over Kudo Yasuda a few weeks back was only one small step foward. There are even some people saying that you're merely keeping the title warm for somebody like Rattlesnake. How do you respond to these critics?
Chance turns towards Umeko for a second, and she gives him a short nod. Then, he answers the question on his own.
Chance: I don't have anything to prove. My history speaks for itself. The fact that I back up what I say is what makes me different from people like Rattlesnake. His career has been built up entirely on hype and merchandizing. My career has been built on shattered bodies. That's why I'm World Champion, and he's a lackey to some old man who's long past his prime.
Umeko: Next question.
Charlotte: What do you honestly think of the rumored #1 contender for your title, Scott Andrews? Do you respect his guts and determination as a competitor?
Chance: I think he's delusional. He doesn't know how bad or how quickly I can hurt him. Besides that, he's just another face to me. Nothing makes him different from all the other people who talked about defeating me.
Umeko: Well put, my Tiger. On with the next question.
Charlotte shuffles awkwardly in her seat as her guest stares blankly towards her and waits for her to ask her next question.
Charlotte: Tonight, you'll team with your arch-rival Dr. Starkweather against Brimstone and Scott Andrews...can you coexist with a man who toyed with your life for months without end?
Chance: He says out of my way...and he won't get hurt. It's as simple as that.
Umeko: I don't think we'll have to worry about them fighting tonight...
Charlotte fiddles with her blue ink pen for just a second as she think how to phrase her next question.
Charlotte: It's widely known that you're a man of few words...but could you tell us what being World Champion really means to you?
Chance: It means I get to face the best fighters in the world. I enjoy that. It also means that my Queen is pleased with my efforts. I enjoy that even more...because her approval is all that I seek. The fame and money that the title brings me means nothing. It's really only useful as a symbol.
Umeko: I'm quite pleased with your recent efforts, my Tiger... Now...could we please finish this up?
Charlotte looks down at the notes she jotted down from Scott's interview a few minutes before.
Charlotte: During my interview, Scott Andrews laid down a formal challenge to you. How do you respond?
Chance: I accept.
Umeko: I would have added a bit more, but i'll do... Let's go, my Tiger.
Chance raises from his chair and rips the microphone from his shirt. He then follows behind Umeko, who has a mocking farewell for Charlotte.
Umeko: An interview with me would have lasted longer, but he knows how to put things, doesn't he? We really must do this again sometime.
With that, they both walk off-screen as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:09:38 GMT -5
Segment: My Renaissance (Credit:Wyvern)
The camera feed cuts to the backstage area, where Kevin Anderson is standing by with Wyvern, who looks ready to head out for his match tonight.
Kevin: It’s been a long time, Wyvern, since I’ve had a one-on-one conversation with you. Tonight, you head out against the former world champion Latino. How do you feel heading into this contest?
Wyvern: Well, Kevin…it’s hard to say, but I’m going to force myself to say it. I’m in for a very tough fight here tonight. As history will recall, the last time I faced Latino on a one-on-one match, he got the best of me. However, that was also in my developmental stage, as I was trying to come into my own still, as I had joined the ACW mere weeks before.
Kevin: But then…what about Fallen Heroes?
Wyvern: You follow well. While it wasn’t a one-on-one contest, I did manage to best him to win the event. So, while I know that tonight is not going to be a walk in the park, I do know that deep down, I can pull a victory out. All I need to do is keep focused.
Kevin: Speaking of focus, you stated in your address to everyone on Warfare that you’re going to reach the “highest stratum” of the ACW. Seeing as your stablemates Rattlesnake and Scott Andrews are queuing for the same accolade, the ACW World Heavyweight Title, what are your feelings on this?
Wyvern: Competition is the fuel of life. Without a competitive flame, there is no motivation to accomplish tasks. The Senatorial Stable will stay cohesive, and I say this with the utmost confidence. However, when my time comes for a shot at the prize, you better damn know I will be taking it.
Kevin: Well put. So, what do you have to say in regards out your newfound focus here in the ACW? Are we going to see shades of early 2005?
Wyvern: I’m getting older. With that being said, I know the hourglass is ticking away and time is becoming a commodity scarcer than crude oil. Call this my renaissance, as I promise to reinvigorate my flames of passion for this profession. I’m done with excuses for not staying at the forefront of the ACW, hell, I’m not content with being the also ran. I want my name etched in that World Heavyweight Title. Not as a title defense, but as a titleholder. To think I’ve only had one opportunity for that prestigious prize and unlike everyone else, I earned it. Failure stung, and it still resonates within me, but no longer as a distraction. For me, I’m focusing more and more with each stumbling block thrown at me.
Kevin: Well Wyvern, it seems to me like you’re on the right foot. To cop one of your quotes, only time will tell if you’ll achieve what you are setting out for. Do you have any closing thoughts?
Wyvern: Indeed I do. Latino, you represent what I couldn’t achieve. You’ve held the world title, and won the wrestler of the year award. Hell, on the night where Nichols and me settled our differences, you managed to complete overshadow our defining moment as competitors. Well, tonight is my catharsis for feeling angry and or jealous of what you’ve accomplished. Keep in mind, at least I have won the Fallen Heroes battle royal on my OWN, and I distinctly remember pitching you over the ropes to do so. Tonight, I hold no grudges but I aspire to build momentum towards my goal. So I say what better place than now? What better time than now? Latino, do me a favor, and EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!
With that, Wyvern leaves, ready to take on his biggest challenge of the year so far.
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:10:25 GMT -5
Segment: Never Enough (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the scene instantly begins to fade in, and before the fade is completed, the fans can already make out the dark form of ACW wrestler Brimstone. His facial expression is one of relative irritability, and he walks at a quickened pace. This would likely be due not to the fact that he wishes to arrive somewhere very quickly, but instead because he wishes to get it over with...whatever "it" may be. He takes the palm of his hand and quickly rubs it against the bridge of his nose, and then stops before a dark door, one which many of ACW's fans instantly recognize. This time around he does not bother to knock, and instead instantly grabs the doorknob and turns it, then enters the room. The quickness with which he does so startles Chairman Gingerdude, and the quickness with which he slams the door behind him almost ends up knocking over the cameraman. But eventually everyone relocates to a comfortable position, and Ginger looks at the telephone in his hand somewhat confused.
Ginger: Um...I'll...call you back.
Ginger closes the phone and puts it back into his pocket, and then folds his hands together and places them squarely on the desk.
Ginger: Brimstone, I---
Brimstone: Let's skip the pleasantries here. What do you want?
Ginger is slightly taken aback by his frankness. He has spoken to him many times before, but Brimstone has never been this hostile.
Ginger: I wasn't going to give any pleasantries. I was going to say that if you enter my office like that again, I'll fire you.
Brimstone: For not knocking? Are you serious?
Ginger: Always.
There is a brief pause, and this gives Brimstone to take his first breath of air in the past few minutes.
Ginger: Calm?
Brimstone: Always.
Ginger scoffs at Brimstone's smugness, and then decides to begin.
Ginger: It has recently dawned on me that, although we so far have a relatively good card building up for Ragnarok, we don't have as many title matches as I'd like to have. And I soon realized that virtually the only champion who won't be defending his title is Dr. Alexander Starkweather. So, without his permission (not that I need it), I've decided to have him defend his title for the...second time, is it?
Brimstone shrugs.
Ginger: Now I looked over the list of those who I think are the most qualified and deserving of an International Title shot, which as you recall is the second most important title that can be bestowed on an ACW wrestler.
Brimstone: Indeed.
Ginger: Well, only a few names came up, and one of them was yours. And when I reviewed the situation, I decided that you were the best one to give the title shot to.
Brimstone chuckles slightly.
Brimstone: Just by chance?
Ginger: What?
Brimstone: It's just by chance that I'm getting a title shot against Starkweather?
Ginger: Yes. Why?
Brimstone: You...never mind.
Ginger: Are you happy?
Brimstone ponders this question over for a moment, and then slowly begins to nod.
Brimstone: Yes.
Ginger: Good. Then it's official: at Ragnarok, we will see Alexander Starkweather defend his ACW International Championship against Brimstone!
The distant cheers of fans can be heard, and Brimstone slightly lowers his gaze.
Brimstone: I don't like the idea of owing you another favor, however.
Ginger: Ah, your memory is good, then. You still do owe me that one thing, which I have yet to "cash in," as it were.
Brimstone: Nor do I wish to owe you a second favor.
Ginger: You don't owe me for this, I'm doing this for myself, to have a better card, and a better show. It will be the first time you two wrestle one on one, and I think that with what happened a few weeks ago, there's probably at least a little hatred between you two.
Brimstone smirks.
Ginger: Consider this a gift that does not have to be repaid.
Brimstone: Fair enough.
Brimstone turns around and grabs the doorknob, then stops. A moment later, Ginger speaks again, just as Brimstone had anticipated that he would.
Ginger: You're one of the only people currently in ACW that I don't completely get irritated with. But if you turn into one of them, I won't be giving you any "gifts" anymore. Don't ever enter without knocking again.
Brimstone mutters a gentle "yes, sir" under his breath that, thankfully, goes unheard.
Ginger: Have you slept yet?
Silence. Brimstone stares at the solid door, and takes a deep breath while slowly closing his eyes.
Brimstone: No.
And with that, he opens the door all the way and walks outside, disappearing from view momentarily. The camera turns back to the Chairman, who is slowly shaking his head in what can either be disapproval or disappointment. Whatever the case, clearly there is something on Brimstone's mind, and he heavily doubts it is the title match that he has just given him. The likeliness is that he will not know exactly what is happening...and he does not like that at all.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:11:12 GMT -5
Match 5: Wyvern vs. Latino (Credit: Nick D)
As "Trip Like I Do" hits, the lights fade as purple strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp. A slight fog rolls in, casting a silhoutte of Wyvern as he makes his way to the ring, typically at a slow pace.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...from Tacoma, Washington...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...THIS...IS...WYYYYYYVEEEEEEERN!
Maxwell McNally: Great to have you folks joining us tonight for yet another rousing broadcast of Thursday Night Meltdown. Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison here, and trust me when I say that we’re just about as excited as you for this next match, a clash of two true ACW legends.
Eddie Edison: As we inch our way to the first pay-per-view of the New Year, the tension has been mounting and Ragnarok is shaping up to be a killer show, but for now let’s just enjoy what should be an exciting contest between Wyvern and Latino.
From there, he makes his way onto the ring apron, where he stands, resting against the ropes, awaiting either the bell or his opponent.
OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!
The Beats of War's "Lowrider" begins to play as the lights dim down and a spotlight shines at the entrance. The crowd stands up and starts to boo the former World Champion. Latino walks through the curtains and looks around with a smirk on his face as he slaps his chest slowly and with much ferocity. Latino walks down the entranceway occasionally looking left and right at the fans in the front row. Some hold out hands while others yell out word that cannot be heard on television.
Phillip: And his opponent...from New York City...weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds...”THE LATIN KING”...LAAAAAAAATIIIIIIINOOOOOO!
McNally: The former World Champ has been, as per usual, stirring up a whirlwind of trouble with a variety of characters as of late, but he’d better focus on the man facing him now. Wyvern’s never been know for being off guard.
Latino then jumps on the ring apron and holds up an arm, garnering another round of boos from the crowd as he slips inside the ring.
DING, DING, DING!
As soon as Referee Carter Donovan calls for the bell, Wyvern lowers himself into fighting stance, ready to pounce on any opening Latino might reveal. Latino, however, follows a far less intense strategy and instead just stands there, chuckling dismissively at Wyvern’s overly passionate demeanor.
Edison: As always, Latino is cooler than the Klondike Bar at the bottom of the freezer.
McNally: Well, he might not be so laid-back if he Wyvern manages to seize the upper hand. He’ll be laid out.
Once the two finally do lock up, Wyvern indeed quickly takes control by restraining Latino in a side headlock. After applying the hold for a while, Wyvern spins around to Latino’s back and wrenches his arm behind to snap on a hammerlock. Latino tries to counter by throwing his elbow backward aiming for Wyvern’s temple, but Wyvern quickly ducks under. Latino’s momentum spins him around and Wyvern quickly sticks his head under Latino’s arm. Wyvern then quickly falls backward, flipping Latino over into a northern lights suplex for an early cover.
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KICKOUT
Latino swiftly scrambles to the ropes and rolls out of the ring, hunching over while trying to catch his breath. As the ringside fans goad him for his apparent cowardice, Wyvern runs to the ropes opposite of Latino and rebounds by sliding feet-first under the bottom rope in an attempt to hit a baseball slide, but Latino immediately sidesteps the attack and uses Wyvern’s momentum to throw him straight back into the barricade! Latino proceeds to take advantage of a temporarily stunned Wyvern by unloading a flurry of his fierce right hand punches straight into Wyvern’s face.
McNally: That’s Latino’s brawler instinct that allows him to find an offense from a seemingly dire situation.
After slugging him a few good times, Latino brings Wyvern to the apron and rams his face into the apron. Latino rolls Wyvern under the bottom rope and back into the ring. As Wyvern drags himself back to his feet, Latino runs to the ropes and rebounds to greet Wyvern with a running shoulder block. When Wyvern rolls over onto his stomach, Latino hops over his prone body and makes for the ropes again. When Latino bounces back this time, Wyvern is back on his feet and leaps up into the air, swinging his leg around in a spinning heel kick, but Latino has the foresight to duck under and continue running to the opposite ropes. Latino rebounds, just in time to grab hold of Wyvern’s head and spin around, dragging Wyvern along with him. Latino then places the crown of his head underneath Wyvern’s chin and drops down to his knees, ramming his chin up against Wyvern’s head in a spinning jawbreaker! Latino with the cover.
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Latino pulls Wyvern to his feet and backs him against the corner with a series of stiff knife-edge chops. Latino follows that up with some shoulder thrusts straight into Wyvern’s gut. Latino then tries to whip Wyvern into the opposing turnbuckle, but Wyvern holds on to Latino’s wrist and pulls Latino back towards himself, straight into an elbow to Latino’s face. Wyvern attempts to capitalize on a momentarily dazed Latino by applying a front facelock to set up for a DDT, but before Wyvern can fall backward, Latino reaches for Wyvern’s legs and sweeps out his feet from under him in a double leg takedown. Latino then immediately pounces by mounting Wyvern and raining a vicious torrent of punches down onto his face. After getting smacked for a while, Wyvern swiftly reaches up for Latino’s head and pulls it right down into his elbow. Once Latino is stunned, Wyvern rolls over so that he ends up on top. Wyvern then stands up and hooks his arms around Latino’s legs before turning him over into a Boston crab.
McNally: Much like how Latino uses brawler tactics to gain the upper hand, Wyvern’s technical skills allow him to seize momentum from any situation.
Latino unleashes sharp yelps of agony as Wyvern squats down and tenaciously pulls back on Latino’s legs; however, Latino would demonstrate the same fighting spirit that has helped him ascend to legendary status in the ACW and slowly claws his way to the ropes, much to the surprise of Wyvern.
McNally: It doesn’t matter if you don’t necessarily admire Latino’s decisions outside of the ring, there’s no denying he’s got one of the strongest wills to succeed in all of pro wrestling.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:11:48 GMT -5
Wyvern releases Latino and backs away, allowing him to pull himself up by the ropes. Once Latino is standing again, Wyvern swiftly returns to the attack with a few European uppercuts to Latino’s jaw. With Latino backed up against the ropes, Wyvern whips Latino into the ropes, catching him in an arm drag as he bounces back. Latino rolls through the impact and back onto his feet, as does Wyvern, who quickly catches Latino in another arm drag. When both men pop back to their feet this time, Wyvern snatches Latino’s head and traps him into a front facelock. Wyvern then falls backward, driving Latino’s head into the mat with a DDT. Instead of letting go after impact, Wyvern keeps his arm wrapped around Latino’s head and rolls over so that both he and Latino lie with their stomachs facing the mat. Wyvern continues to apply the pressure with the front facelock. Latino, however, starts to counter by throwing his elbow straight up into Wyvern’s face. Although this does not completely break Wyvern’s grip, Latino does manage to raise both himself and Wyvern to their feet. Latino then lifts Wyvern up by his waist and drops him crotch-first onto his knee in an inverted atomic drop, which completely looses him from Wyvern’s hold. Latino is a bit too winded to continue his assault and so he steps backward to lean against the ropes. Wyvern seems to recover much more quickly and makes a beeline for Latino. Latino fully anticipates this move and catches Wyvern in a back body drop that flips him over the top rope! Wyvern, however, manages to hold on to the top rope, preventing him from tumbling to the outside, and uses it to pull himself up, but as soon as he stands on the apron, Latino smacks him straight across the face with a superkick! This time, Wyvern plummets to the cold mats on the outside.
Edison: Ouch! Dirty leather boot is considered a delicacy nowhere.
As Wyvern pulls himself back up to his feet, Latino runs to the ropes on the opposite side and rebounds by diving through the ropes to collide with Wyvern in Coqui’s Flight!
Edison: There are few moves more DANGEROUS than Coqui’s Flight.
Both men lie in a battered heap for a while before Latino manages to rise up first. He subsequently lifts Wyvern to his feet and viciously whips him into the cold steel of the turnbuckle post! With Wyvern leaning against the post, Latino grabs his head and rams it back against the post before rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring at around the seven count. Latino covers.
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Latino knows better than to let up on the attack now and, therefore, opts to lock in a sleeper hold on a seated Wyvern. Wyvern’s face contorts as Latino attempts to squeeze all the air out of him. However, spurred on by the frenzied chanting of the crowd, Wyvern raises his fist defiantly into the air to signify there’s still more than enough life left in him. Wyvern eventually manages to rise to his feet, dragging Latino up with him so that Latino now has him in a side headlock. Wyvern then straightens his upper body, trying to take Latino over in a belly to back suplex, but Latino is privy to this as well and uses his momentum to complete a full backflip and land on his feet behind Wyvern. Before Wyvern can turn to face him, Latino hooks his arm under Wyvern’s to lock him in a half nelson. He then pulls Wyvern’s free arm across his neck so that he’s trapped in a cobra clutch. After using the submission to tire Wyvern out for a few seconds, Latino lifts him into the air and slams him back down to the mat in the La Puta Driver! Latino immediately goes for the cover.
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Latino is left incredulous at Wyvern’s perseverance. He gets right up into Donovan’s face and screams various Spanish obscenities at him while slapping his hands together three times to insist on a faster count. Once he realizes this effort is futile, Latino turns his attention back to Wyvern, but it’s obvious he’s allowed Wyvern too much of a respite as Wyvern immediately sidesteps to end up behind Latino and swiftly lock in a sleeper hold. Latino flails his limbs wildly in an attempt to shake Wyvern off, but Wyvern applies the hold with furious resolve. Realizing conventional strategy will not grant him an escape, Latino reaches out to grab Donovan by his shirt and pull him in close so that the two are practically face to face. Latino follows this up by immediately swinging his leg backward to low blow Wyvern! The fans boisterously voice their protest, but Donovan, having been too close to get a full view of the action, failed to catch sight of the offense and the match continues. Wyvern falls onto his back while Latino collapses onto one knee to catch his breath. Both men make their way back up at around the same time, but it is Latino who acts first by applying a front facelock on Wyvern. Latino then hops up to try to plant Wyvern in a tornado DDT, but at the apex of his jump, Wyvern pushes Latino off, popping his head from Latino’s grasp. Latino lands on his feet and leaps into the air, wrapping his legs around Wyvern’s neck. Latino then tries to flip backward to take Wyvern over in a hurricarana, but instead of flipping over, Wyvern stays firmly rooted to the ground and hoists Latino back up into the air before powering him down into a powerbomb! Wyvern then immediately follows this up by grabbing hold of Latino’s legs and sticking his leg in between Latino’s. After wrapping Latino’s legs around his, Wyvern turns 180 degrees, flipping Latino onto his stomach to lock in the Deus Ex Machina!
Edison: Deus Ex Machina! It’s certainly gonna take an act of God for Latino to break this submission!
Latino attempts to work his way to the ropes again, but Wyvern immediately squashes all hopes of escape by pulling him back to the center of the ring. Latino no longer has the strength to make another advance on the ropes and cannot resist the urge to tap out!
DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner...WYYYYYYVEEEEEEERN!
”Trip Like I Do” blares from the PA as Wyvern thrusts his arms exultantly up into the air, the crowd cheering him all the way.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:14:12 GMT -5
Segment: Advice (Credit: Scott Andrews, Senator)
As the show returns, the camera in the Senatorial Locker Room is on, focusing in on a suit-clad Senator Steve Phillips, and stablemate Scott Andrews, as the latter is warming up for action.
Senator: Now I know you might have a match here soon, but I have a bit of knowledge to pass your way before then.
Scott: You know I'm always wanting to learn, Senator. I'm listening.
Senator: Very well, then. I know that you are on route to challenging for the ACW Title for your first time here.
Scott I think I've proven myself to be amongst the top competition here in ACW. I've paid my dues. I just need to really turn things up a notch, y'know? It's ironic...what happened between me and Chance may have physically hurt me, but emotionally and mentally...it fueled me, and it still does...It's hard to describe, but I feel I have a greater chance at beating him than most people care to realize.
Senator: Of course, and I don't doubt you for a second. I know that while you might be fired up for this, at the same time, you might have to re-evaluate your mental status. If you go in thinking that you are nigh invincible, then you might find out the hard way that no man is.
Scott: I dunno, what about that one guy, what's his name...Cen...
Senator: Seriously, though, I can remember times when I trained harder than anybody in the back, and thought victory to be sure. I was badly mistaken, and it was due to the fact that I thought I had the perfect strategy. Now, I would argue that you can have problems on the flip side, with doubting yourself, but Scott Andrews is one man who I do not believe I need address that problem with.
Scott: No sir, I know my limitations, but I know my strengths, too.
Senator: And that leads me to one more series of points...
Scott: Really? There's more?
Senator: Yes, and this will be brief: I have spoken lately with a man who knows very well what your opponent is capable of. "Outlaw" Jack Connor.
Scott: The one eyed bandits father, right?
Senator: Yes. I asked Connor what he thought about the matchup. He said to look out for a few things. Emmerson is deceptively fast for his size, and the range of his strikes will allow him to control the pace of the match, even if he does not connect, the possibility will be enough for him to range you out. Two, Umeko Saito will be a constant pest. If you wish, I will volunteer to manage you in this match, to counteract her presence. Let me know about that, sooner than later, I have license to manage in ACW, still, so that is not a problem. Finally, he said that you need to get in there, and create a weak point. Approach Emmerson by the blind side, and work over a limb. That is the only way that he can be defeated, save for a flash pinfall cradle technique or illegal shenanagans.
Scott: Who called them?
Senator: Excuse me?
Scott: Never mind...thanks for the help, Senator. Every bit of help can only help me here. Emmerson's not going to be an easy opponent, but I know I have what it takes to defeat him. Well I gotta shoot off, my match is coming up soon. I'll get back to you about that proposal...
Scott opens the door and says a quick goodbye as the closing door gradually shuts out the noise from the busy corridor.
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Segment: A Moment of Clarity (Credit: Hunter / Stark)
Why him? Why of all people must he fight him? It seems to be some sort of cruel trick...perhaps there is a deeper irony to life. He has been in the ring with this man twice before, although never in a one-on-one contest. And later tonight they get to be in the ring yet again, oh praise the Lord. It's not that he's afraid of him...it's more along the lines that he fears what Starkweather can do. One would think that the most logical way to approach a doctor is to at least know his background...he did not. And that is the exact reason why he was unprepared for his methods and for his mental strength. Could this mental strength theoretically lead to a heightened physical strength?
Brimstone sighs slightly as he ponders this question, his feet gently scraping the semi-reflective floors of the ACW hallways. He knows where he is going, for once, but he is unsure exactly of what he hopes to achieve. If his theory is right, if Starkweather is indeed more physically capable than he is due to a heightened emotional power, then perhaps he should figure out a way to exploit it. But no...if there is one thing he learned on Monday, it is that the good doctor cannot be exploited or defeated too easily. It will take much more than that. Satisfied with this conclusion, he wastes no time in knocking on the large door before him.
Sitting and tying up his ring boots, the good doctor is already in his ring gear by the time that Brimstone comes a-knocking on his door. He's somewhat surprised that the man would choose to come and see him so close to match time, especially with the fact that they're facing one another, but he stands and turns toward the door. Brimstone hears a shuffle behind the door before Starkweather opens it, standing in his ring gear but markedly missing one of his masks.
Stark: Yes?
Brimstone pauses for a moment, still thinking about exactly what to say. Eventually, he decides on the simplest of methods.
Brimstone: We have a match...
Stark: I'm aware that we have a match. I'm also aware that it's quite uncommon for two people across the ring from one another to speak on casual terms beforehand.
He looks just a tad stand-offish, obviously in a mind frame to wrestle rather than offer psychological advice. Brimstone just scoffs.
Brimstone: I wasn't talking about tonight.
There is a hint of viciousness in his voice, and a small yet sly smirk crawls on Stark's face when he notices it.
Brimstone: I just got back from Ginger's office, he signed the two of us for a match at Ragnarok for your precious little title.
Stark: Precious?
He closes the door immediately, Brimstone hearing some amount of shuffling around behind it before the door opens wide enough for the form of Starkweather holding that golden belt to come through and heft it.
Stark: Precious? Have you any idea what this belt actually means to me? It's a weight around my neck. It's a target on my back. It holds me down, and the only pleasure I can derive from this useless piece of precious metal is that treasure-hunting cretins that come looking for the treasure can never slay the dragon guarding it. If you'll excuse a bit of melodrama.
Brimstone: Sure. Regardless, I'm aware it's a bit unconventional to talk to you before the match, but I figured this was something that you needed to know. And I felt it was better to tell you about this know as opposed to after I pin you in the ring, because you might not even hear half of it.
His confidence has clearly increased, but a betting man would say that this just makes it more entertaining for Starkweather. The latter lets a very slow grin creep over his features, all that false bravado emerging from that bald-headed bipolar fellow that suddenly has a very clear-cut case of gold fever.
Stark: Quite a lot of that is exposition and theory, my friend. And you might very well be the next person to try and take this from me, but there's a piece of information that I should hope you know, as long as we're on the subject.
Brimstone: Oh do tell.
Stark: I don't want this title. It limits me. But I won't simply allow you to take it either, I'll do whatever it takes to win simply to deprive you of whatever it is you are after. And the sudden change in attitude is quite telling, as far as your motivations in wanting someone such as I to unravel the psychosis-addled brain you have in your reflective head.
Brimstone slightly chuckles.
Brimstone: Fair enough. However, I do have on request from you, and that is that we do the match later tonight, as well as the match at Ragnarok, like civilized people. Or, at the least, as civilized as people like us can. By this I mean let's not bother throwing in the unnecessary theatrics that throttle this business, and let's just have a physical contest to show which one of us is superior to the other in the ring.
Starkweather's head tilts to the side just so.
Stark: So you're saying we thrash each other like civilized men?
Brimstone: If you care to see it that way. No chairs, no "extreme" stipulations, just a match for claims of superiority...and for that title, of course.
Stark: Oh, I see.
He smiles faintly, turning and tossing the title back into the room before turning back.
Stark: If you're afraid of being injured, what exactly is the point? It's essentially a given, given the man you're in the ring with.
Brimstone: I don't fear injuries. It's just simple logic: since when has smashing an opponent with a chair been a showing of their physical prowess?
Brimstone is either naive or simply ignorant, is the conclusion the good doctor comes to.
Stark: You did do some research on me before you came to this little challenge, yes? I don't like using weapons, per se. I enjoy putting them onto the ground and dropping people on to them quite a bit more... But I could oblige you just this once if you feel that it will give you some kind of advantage.
Brimstone: You speak as if you think I fear you.
Starkweather opens his mouth, but Brimstone stops him.
Brimstone: No need to comment. If you don't have a problem with it, then we won't be forced to launch into a debate about the honor, or lack thereof, of using weapons in the ring.
He pauses for a moment, and then recalls something else.
Brimstone: As for the events of Monday, I hope we can just forget what happened there. No need to mention it again, as I believe we both realized that my coming to you for help wasn't the most logical of methods.
Stark: Oh? Afraid of the truth, then?
He allows that grin spreading over his face to develop a bit of venom.
Stark: Because, I know you're afraid, "Brimstone." What use is a man with no name, no idea who he is and no idea what he can do? You're nothing but a shell of a human being with fever dreams of a past who claims to prize and honorable fight over all else when his very name is a slap in the face of any worthwhile wrestler. Now, is there anything else you'd wish to say to me? Hm? Any ridiculous "the belt is mine" motions toward your waist you'd like to make, or will you save those for tonight?
Brimstone: I'll save you the pleasure. And for the record, it's far from my fault that I can't recall who I was, or who I am, rather. Let's not get pissy.
Stark: ...Pissy?
He opens his door enough to come out into the hallway, his stance suddenly predatory.
Stark: It is your fault. It's your fault that your own fragile little mind imploded in on itself over something likely as inconsequential as a moral dilemma over beating a woman, or killing someone close to you, then you're as weak-minded as anyone else I've ever come into contact with. Because your gift of not knowing who you are is not the chain that limits you as you would put it, but rather the opportunity you've wasted to reinvent yourself in the way you see fit.
Starkweather steps closer, his eyes hard, his lips pulled back in a sneer.
Stark: You feel somehow obligated to know who you were. When you do, you will realize your limitations and you will realize there is an ultimate pinnacle that you can achieve. That is a chain, "Brimstone." THAT is a real weight around your neck.
Something inside of Brimstone finally snaps...and he can no longer hold it all in.
Brimstone: Who the hell gave you the right to act like you're superior to me? And who the hell are you to say that the reason I'm suffering with this goddamn condition is my fault, and is a result of something trivial? At first, you had that right, simply because you were my unofficial doctor. But now we've reached the point where I no longer am asking for your help, nor do I want it. And don't tell me this is a "gift." You've never felt this before. I haven't slept in almost a month, and I walk around this fucking building like a mindless zombie, and I swear to shit I will take you down right now if you so much as THINK of saying that's what I am.
Starkweather says nothing, but it is clear that he is moderately taken aback by Brimstone's frankness.
Brimstone: Do you have any idea how it feels to try to recall moments of your life and all you can do is remember two months ago? Whenever someone is in a state of emotional turmoil, it's natural for them to recall a "happier time." I don't HAVE a happier time because of this. I'm lost in my own mind and there isn't a fucking thing I can do about it. A gift? This is by no means a gift, you sick excuse of a human being. If you would for once just stop with the "holier than thou" shit and examine your life, you'd recall the hell you've been through. Well news flash, doc: I'd give ANYTHING to have your hell over nothing. I want a life, and I want to finally know who the fuck I am!
Starkweather simply smiles faintly and steps back, nodding once before uttering a short phrase.
Stark: "When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer." Life is better as a mystery, and you'll soon learn why. Good day, "Brimstone."
And with that, he shuts the door calmly, leaving Brimstone alone with his thoughts yet again. Peace keeping is clearly not his strength, but he did gain something through this experience...perhaps a newfound confidence? He turns away from the of his former doctor and retraces his steps back to his locker room. On the fateful journey back, he ponders Starkweather's words, and at least one part of him realizes that Starkweather could have a point. But at the moment, he instantly shakes it off. "If there is one thing that this man cannot do, it is control his life." But to whom does this refer?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:14:50 GMT -5
Segment: An Emotional Confrontation (Credit: Hitman) ----------------------------- Thursday, January 18, 2007 Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada The Residence of XS3 1:52 PM ----------------------------- The kids were at school and XS3 was wrestling. It was another one of those times in which Christine felt alone. There was no stuff to be done, no shows to watch (until Meltdown came on) and no one else to talk to. It was a mixture of both loneliness and boredom, both of which she couldn't care less about. But today, her afternoon was about to take a roller coaster ride of emotions, bathed in the past and heading for the future.
Christine sat on the couch in her jeans and tanktop. She put her bare feet up on the coffee and placed her arms behind her head, basking in her moment of rest. Her hands ran through her long blonde hair, strand by strand. All of a sudden, a black car was seen pulling into the driveway. For Christine, the car was all too familiar to her. She jolted up from the couch and looked for a blunt object. She was unaware of the three men exiting the vehicle. They quietly entered the house through the door. Christine still searched but couldn't find a big object. Unfortunately for her, when she stood to her feet, the three men were facing her. She let out a small scream as the lead man grabbed her by the wrist.Man: "You're left all alone here… Some fucking husband you got." Christine struggled to get her wrist free from the man's grip.Christine: "Let me go! What do you want from me, Ryan?!" The other two men laughed but the man known as Ryan told them both to shut up, which they did. Ryan turned his attention back to Christine.Ryan: "What do I want? I want you to come back to me. I've been without you for so long and I can't stop thinking about you." Christine felt Ryan ease his grip on her wrist and she yanked her hand away from him.Christine: "Ryan, I told you a million times that the thing between us would never work out. You had your chance with me and you blew it. It's not that hard to admit your own faults. Besides, I'm married now and he's more of a man than you ever measured up to be." Ryan couldn't stand to hear those stinging words and he grabbed Christine by the collar of her tanktop. Before Christine could say anything else, Ryan whipped her up against the wall. Her stomach became exposed as the other two men approached her.Ryan: "Listen, our patience is running thin. My two associates and I will find a way to get an answer out of you to our question, isn't that right Derrick?" The bigger of the other two men, known apparently as Derrick, walked up and placed his dry, cold hand on Christine's bare stomach. Tears began to leak down her face as Derrick looked at her.Man: "Can you feel that, Christine? That's what it would be like if you were with Ryan. You could've been a proud mother of a child instead of being a mother to your foster kids." Christine's face scrunched up in anger.Christine: "Don't you EVER talk about my children that way, you BASTARD!" Christine was ready to explode at that point. She was ready to lash out and explode. But something kept her from doing so. Fear had paralyzed her and there was nothing she could do about it. Derrick removed his hand from her stomach and the other man, decked out in tattoos and a black Mohawk, approached Christine. He was a couple inches smaller than Derrick and Ryan but he still had a good physique.Man: "Yeah that's right, you can't do anything about it. You got three big problems to deal with." Ryan: "Yes, indeed." Man: "We gonna take you out, bitch! You and yo' whole family!" Ryan: "Okay, Kenny, she gets the point." Kenny: "You ain't got a chance in hell against my home-boy, Ryan "The Crazy Fucker" East! He's gonna take yo dumbass husband out with one shot and then when he's done with him--" Ryan: "KENNY! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, SHE GETS IT!" Kenny shut his mouth for the sake of his own safety while Ryan moved closer to Christine's face with a sick grin.Ryan: "Now listen. You can either give me what I want or I'll use force. What I want is for you to divorce Matt and come back to me. I swear that this time the wedding will actually happen." More tears leaked down Christine's face.Ryan: "If you don't take me back, I will meet Matt in that ACW ring at the PPV and me and my partners will murder him. Legalized murder. There will be nothing no one can do about it. It will be just us and him in the ring together. And we will beat him within an inch of his life." Ryan then set Christine on the ground although he still had a grip on her tanktop.Ryan: "You have until Monday to answer me. And if you make the wrong choice, we'll see your husband at the PPV and the consequences will be dire." And with those chilling words, Ryan threw Christine to the ground rather harshly. The instant she hit the ground, she held the back of her head. The three men made their way out of the house and into the rest of the snowy day.
And for the rest of the day, all Christine could do was bask in silence while the children watched Meltdown, awaiting an appearance by their father. Sadly, he didn't show up.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:15:35 GMT -5
Match 6: Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson and Alexander Starkweather vs. Scott Andrews and Brimstone
The main event has had the crowd hyped all evening, and it’s finally here. Philip gets a cheer as he enters the ring.
Philip: Tonight’s main event is a tag team matchup, set for one fall! Introducing first, from parts unknown…. Brimstone!
”Angel of Death” plays, and Brimstone walks out as he frequently does, a man with much on his mind but little which he understands. He enters the ring, removes his robe and awaits his tag partner.
Philip: And his partner for tonight, from Denver, Colorado, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… Scott Andrews!
There is a strong and warming reaction for Scott as he comes out on to the ramp with "Anasasis (Xenophontis)" accompanying his passage. Moving quickly to the ring, he enters and exchanges a quick nod with Brimstone; they each have their own agenda tonight, but both know that they will only further it by working together.
With one team complete, the mood changes with the tones of “Descending”; the crowd becomes a little uneasy, and even more so when they see the grinning yellow mask of the next competitor.
Philip: And their opponents… first, from Los Angeles California, Alexander Starkweather!
A few of the braver (or perhaps less intelligent) fans boo Starkweather as he comes down to the ring. He steps through the ropes and removes his mask; Brimstone stares for a few seconds, while Scott just keeps his cool. And then…
…the arena comes alive with booing and jeering, and it’s music to Umeko’s ears as she leads her warrior out.
Philip: And his partner, from Tokyo, Japan, he is your ACW World Champion… Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson!
Chance proceeds broodingly to the ring; as he enters and holds the ropes for Umeko, she takes the belt and holds it for a few seconds before allowing head referee Raymond Allen Fleming to take it. Her point made, she moves to her usual vantage point on the outside, and Starkweather opts to head to the apron. Chance glares, but lets it pass, and Brimstone steps forward to start for the opposition as the match is finally ready to get underway.
Bell Rings.
Oh, what a tangled web ACW can weave… and the fans love it that way.
As things settle down and the match proper begins, it’s Chance vs. Brimstone to start things off. It’s evident that Chance is still not happy with having Starkweather and Umeko in each other’s proximity, but with Scott standing on the opposite side of the ring his concerns are torn, and he takes the view that the best outcome all round is for him to get Scott into the ring, inflict a morale-sapping loss and then get clear before the situation breaks down. Not that it looks likely to do that in the immediate future; Starkweather watches with an unconcerned air and more interested to see how his freshly announced title challenger will handle the task set before him. Umeko too slips into old habits, pacing back and forth outside the ring and commanding the action with as little as a glance, making extra sure to keep her Tiger on the straight and narrow.
The first minute or two is basic, but not lacking in a certain flair as the two men exchange blows. Brimstone puts Chance’s speed to the test, circling and doubling back frequently, and Chance demonstrates that he’s perfectly able to stand the pace, delivering blows that are not frantically fast but well placed and slowly start to make their cumulative impact felt. Brimstone slows down a little, and this lets Chance dictate things more closely by using a favourite tactic and hurling his opponent into the turnbuckle at his corner. The crowd boos as Chance fills up Brimstone’s vision, and batters him with a variety of knee and elbow strikes, searching for a weakness. Umeko’s eyes come alight as she enjoys the spectacle, but Dr. Starkweather’s presence on the apron is seemingly enough to dissuade her from trying to get involved at this early stage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:16:03 GMT -5
The fans don’t want to see a squash, and fortunately Brimstone is thick-skinned enough to ride out the storm until Chance leaves just a tiny gap between strikes, and this is enough for Brimstone to slip sideways and then kick Chance in the calf. The tiger spins, and as he does so Starkweather neatly tags himself in; this causes confusion for both Chance and Brimstone, and head referee RAF has to lay down the law in no uncertain terms to get Chance to exit the ring. While his back is turned, Starkweather takes full advantage and gets close to Brimstone before he can prepare himself; he knocks him down with a running start and then performs his falling pendulum clothesline to make Brimstone buck from the impact. The crowd is less negative than they were to Chance, but as Starkweather continues to capitalise, hitting a vicious Re-education (flying double stomp) while Brimstone is on hands and knees, the boos begin to increase. Starkweather ignores this, and seeing that Chance has just about acceded to the demand placed on him, he heads back to his own corner and reaches out to tag a second time.
Chance, however, is by no means a big dumb animal, and he pulls his hand back quickly, refusing the tag. Umeko snaps at him, not wanting to risk disturbing their uneasy peace, but before it can escalate Brimstone is up and he surges forward, seriously annoyed with Starkweather’s games, and executes a german suplex before Starkweather can turn around. This drags the doctor back into the centre of the ring and Brimstone nips up and starts to stomp with zeal on his opponent; the crowd cheers, and as Starkweather leaps back up the two men trade fast and furious blows for several seconds until Starkweather switches tack and pulls off a dragon screw. He tries to chain it into a KneeDT, but Brimstone kicks him backward and rolls himself over in the same movement. Starkweather is again close enough for the tag, and Chance sees that Brimstone and Scott are switching. He claws the air, but finds nothing, for Starkweather is already up and intent on engaging Andrews; two of the sharpest kickers in the business are about to compare notes…
It is testimony to their conditioning that Starkweather and Scott are able to stand up to the pounding which they inflict on one another; the fans shout out to egg the pair on, and Scott spots a gap first, slipping in a chop high on the chest and then whipping Stark into a neutral corner. He charges, and Stark instinctively jumps up to the ropes to escape as he doesn’t have time for a counter; this though plays right into Scott’s hands and he thrills the crowd with a spider german suplex. There’s only one thing the crowd wants to see now, and Scott obliges them with the HeatSeeker, his DDP taunt getting a mighty reaction before he nails the Shalimarti. RAF is on the dot with the count, 1…..2- Stark kicks out, and pushes Scott away from him as he rolls over so that he can create a bit of breathing space. Both men get up, and Stark doesn’t even have to turn around to know that Chance is now champing at the bit to get into the ring. Deciding that it might in fact be advantageous to indulge him, Stark makes the tag and removes himself from the ring promptly as the crowd rises up with a roar equal to a thousand tigers.
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