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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:41:14 GMT -5
Segment: Dressing the part. (credit: Rena & AK)
Rayne was alone in Alicia’s dressing room. She had already cleaned the place from top to bottom, and was ready to finally sit down. She smiled, brushing her hand against the new material she bought to decorate the dressing room in the latest fashion she saw in a magazine. Alicia would be so surprised.
Rayne: I could put it right under the vanity in the bathroom, or over the chair cushion.
She held the material overtop of everything useful in the room before finally setting it back down and sitting herself. She let out a breath of air and tapped her fingers against the chair. She had no idea where Alicia would be, but figured she’d be out for quite some time. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Alicia’s clothes that she had just put hangers on them and placed them in the opened closet. Getting up, she admired the taste Alicia had with her clothing. Almost taking in each pattern, material and button of each item, Rayne grabbed a few items of clothing and held it against her. She smiled, imagining herself in these clothes in front of millions of fans. But she wasn’t alone. Just outside and watching in was Charlotte. She looked quite puzzled and awestruck as this young girl held the clothes against her body. Charlotte knew there was something quite odd about the girl, and now this was a large step into proving it right. Not sure what to do, Charlotte began to talk to herself as if she were speaking to someone in the hall.
Charlotte: I SUPPOSE SO! WELL, THANKS!!!
She made sure it was loud enough for Rayne to hear. Sure enough, Rayne quickly threw the clothes in a little duffle bag and moved around to look busy. When Charlotte finally entered the room, Rayne had grabbed a swiffer and was dusting the crap out of the room.
Charlotte: Oh Hello, Rayne.
Rayne: Hi, Charlotte.
Charlotte: Doing a little cleaning? This place looks fantastic.
Rayne: Thanks, I’ve been working hard.
Charlotte: And it seems like it’s paying off. Would you look at that!
Charlotte pointed to the duffle bag with the clothes hanging out.
Charlotte: Alicia has clothes in her bag and they aren’t folded? Seriously, I wonder if that woman forgets to put her own panties on in the morning sometimes.
Rayne chuckles nervously.
Rayne: Oh, she must have forgot to fold them when she packed them.
Charlotte: Indeed. But I find it odd that those clothes are in her duffle bag. Usually she has that outfit in her traveling suitcase.
Rayne: Must have slipped her mind.
Charlotte: Must have.
Rayne out of nervousness took them out of the bag and placed them back on the hangers. Charlotte let out a small grin while Rayne had her back faced towards Charlotte. Rayne quickly spun around and smiled sweetly.
Rayne: I should get this bag to Alicia as soon as possible.
Charlotte: Of course. No telling what kind of person she’d be without you tagging along.
Rayne: hmm?
Charlotte: Hurry, she might be waiting.
Rayne: Right.
Rayne left the room with the duffle bag in her arms as Charlotte stays alone in the room. Grin; nothing but a grin is seen.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:42:32 GMT -5
Segment: One of the few (Credit: Shawn)
Umeko Saito is sulking. The scene can almost be summed up in that simple sentence. She is laying on her couch, with the World Title at her feet, and she is openly sulking. Chance can be heard just offscreen doing some last minute stretching. He roars as ferociously as his namesake. He only stops once he hears the icy voice of his Mistress.
Umeko: Why are you even training, my Tiger?
With that, Chance stops what he's doing.
Umeko: I keep wishing that this is just a strange case of deja vu...but it's not. This is the exact same match that we had weeks ago. Who decided that Scott Andrews deserved a rematch? I know I didn't. This is yet another example of ACW's supposed Messiah using his stroke to get one of his friends into a position where he can have a shot at wearing you down. First Wyvern...and now Andrews. I'm starting to see a pattern...and I'm starting to wonder. This is too big of a plan for a neanderthal like Rattlesnake to organize. This is clearly the united actions of the Senatorial Stable.
Chance walks onscreen for the first time with a small towel in hand. With a low sigh, he wipes the excess sweat from his brow and tosses the towel aside. Soon, Umeko has his complete attention. He stands as still as a statue.
Umeko: So, as you can imagine, I think this goes back to one man... After all, there's only one member of The Senatorial Stable intellegent and bold enough to mastermind a plot against us... Steve Phillips... The Senator.
Chance's eyes glimmer brightly at the mention of the legendary warrior's name. Some people tend to look at Chance as a souless golem completely controlled by one malicious woman. Most of the time, those people tend to be right. However, he is a warrior at heart...and that's something that even Umeko cannot control. His desire for pure competition is the one of the few desires in his head that belong completely to him. The Senator represents everything he looks for in an opponent. He's a legend for a reason, after all.
Umeko: He's a student of the game. He's idolized the business since he was a little boy. Men like your father were his heroes for as long as he can remember. He's always wanted to be just like all the greats in our business. You can see this in the way he carries himself. He never lets us see Steve Phillips...he lets us see a combination of all the legendary figures in this business. He emulates the Ric Flairs, the Harley Races, the Dusty Rhodes, the Terry Funks, the Antonio Inokis, and the Stan Hansens of the world. He's every bit a little boy who's been trying to living out his childhood fantasies...and for the most part he's been successful. I think it's obvious that something still eats away at him...
Chance realizes what she's hinting at very quickly.
Chance: He's never been a world champion.
Umeko smiles.
Umeko: Very good, my Tiger...very good. Even though he supports Fallout completely in his semi-retirment...he hasn't exactly stayed away from ACW. He still holds a great deal of power and manipulates his little pawns like a master. Nobody knows how to play the game of human chess as well as a politician, after all. Scott Andrews...Wyvern...and even Rattlesnake... They've been sent to either wear you down, or take your title. Senator knows them better than anybody else...if any of them became champion, then he could talk them into a "friendly" title shot and defeat them. He'd have the one thing that has always eluded him. He'd have his glory. At the very least...he learns from their defeat. He's a master of the game as I've said before, my Tiger. He knows more about the business than almost any man alive. All he wants is one last shot at the top...just one shot... He doesn't want to slowly fade into obscurity known as the greatest man to never be a World Champion. He knows that he'd eventually be forgotten...and that's what scares him the most. He doesn't want to be forgotten.
With an evil glimmer in her eyes, she clasps her hands together. Chance is visibly daydreaming about a possible match with such a legendary opponent. They have a mutual interest in the concept.
Umeko: This possibility interests me a great deal...a great deal.
Chance:...what about Rattlesnake?
Umeko: What about him, my Tiger? He's boring. I don't know how many times I have to say it. Nothing about him captures my interest... Men like him are a dime a dozen... Men like Senator Phillips...they're special. There is a unique kind of honor in crushing a man who fancies himself a legend. There's nothing quite like it. Perhaps we'll get the chance one day...
As the scene fades to black, Chance has a far-off look in his eye. He's miles away from the ACW Arena. He's dreaming of a time when he wasn't too disimilar from the man everybody now calls a legend. He was once a boy who wanted to step out of his father's shadow and live the dream that has inspired hundreds to become Professional Wrestlers. He breaks out of the dream when he realizes that, all things considered, he completely failed to achieve his goals. He's achieved amazing things in the business...but he knows he'll never be looked at anything more than Umeko's pet. This actually enrages him for a fraction of a second. He clearly has something to prove... To the world...to Umeko...and most importantly, to himself. Senator has all the glory, and that's exactly what Chance really wants deep down in his soul.
Chance: Perhaps...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:44:34 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs Jake Cheng - Special Ref: Kudo Yasuda (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring, he is the special guest referee for this match, from Kyoto, Japan, Kudo Yasuda!
The arena lights dim and then suddenly flash periodically with the opening guitar riffs of “Poison” until the lights slowly come back fully on. Kudo Yasuda is seen at the top, and begins walking down the aisle wiith his referee shirt and Light Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. He doesn't get quite the ovation he is used to, but care too much for it. He steps in the ring and hands his belt to the timekeeper before waiting for the two participants.
Phillip: Coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 231lbs, 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, from Hong, Kong, China, weighing in at 197lbs, Jake Cheng!
"Through the Iris" by 10 Years sounds through the arena and the former 3-time Light Heavyweight Champion steps through the curtain to a huge pop in his in ring return since his "injury". He walks down to the ring, staring at both Kudo and his partner before rolling in the ring and hopping up on the top rope. He slaps his chest a few times before hopping down and stretching for the match at hand.
Kudo signals for the bell to ring, and now the match is on its way. This is the first time we've seen these two partners get it on this year, and it's sure not to be a disappointment, but truly the wildcard in this match seems to be the referee Kudo Yasuda. With rivalries with both competitors at the moment, he could turn the tide of this match any way. But back in the center of the ring, the two lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Quickly BK grabs Jake's arm and locks in a rear hammerlock, but Jake instinctively counters that hammerlock into a hammerlock of his own. Jake applies torque to the arm of BK, and before he ends up dislocating BK's shoulder, BK looks for a way out of the move. BK pushes himself back into the corner, crushing Jake while at the same time he releases the hold. Making a full 180, he turns toward Jake and looks to bury him with a right hand and Jake cringes, but soon after doesn't feel a fist pounding away at him. He opens his eyes to see Kudo holding the arm of BK, preventing him from landing a punch and a large amount of boos emerge from the crowd following this. BK turns toward Kudo and Kudo releases his arm and tells him no closed fists. BK walks forward towards Kudo, and Kudo gets right up in his face while pointing to his ACW referee shirt, saying if BK strikes him he will be DQ'd. BK turns around, and he is grabbed by Jake and thrown in the corner before recieving a combo of open hand and back hand chops to the chest.
BK is being lite up by his partner, and now Jake whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Jake backs up and slaps his forearm before charging at BK full speed and striking him with a huge elbow to the side of his head. BK groggily walks out the corner to the center of the ring and Jake plants him in the center of the ring with an Inverted Unprettier. Jake drapes his arm over the chest of BK, and looks for the win following this move.
ONE . TWO . TH-KICK OUT!
A very quick count by Kudo following this, and even Jake looks up perplexed at Kudo. BK slowly rises up to his feet while holding the back of his head and stares at Kudo himself. The pair is wondering what is going on, but as Jake is slightly perplexed, BK sneakily rolls up Jake from behind.
ONE . TWO . THR-KICKOUT!
Another quick count by Kudo, but it doesn't satisfy BK, as he tells him to count faster next time. Jake gets up shortly after and walks right up to BK's face and slaps him. BK stares at Jake, and then returns the slap with a huge right hook to the jaw. He pays no attention to the earlier notice by Kudo and he grabs Jake by his dreads and tosses him in the corner before pummeling him with a flury of right hands. Jake slowly sinks in the corner and BK bounces off the opposite ropes before delivering a huge boot across the face of Jake in a facewash. BK pulls Jake from the corner to the center of the ring and orders Kudo to count faster before covering his partner.
. . . . . ONE . KICK OUT!
BK looks up opened eyed at Kudo, and stares him down and he looks like he is about to strike him, but Kudo informs him that he will DQ him if he touches him, but it looks like BK doesn't care. He backs up Kudo into the corner, but Jake manages to get to his feet before BK can lay a hand on Kudo. Jake groggily staggers over to BK and turns him around before decking him with a right hand that knocks him into the corner. Jake follows up with several more kicks to BK's abdomen before whipping him into the opposite corner. BK groggily walks out of the corner and Jake bounces off the ropes, hoping to connect with a Spinning Wheel Kick of some sort, but BK catches Jake in his arms and throws him over on his shoulder. BK carries Jake over to the corner and delivers a snake eyes before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a huge facebuster to the former Light Heavyweight Champion. Jake flops over on his back and now BK backs up and connects with a Standing Shooting Star Press before hooking Jake's leg.
ONE . . TW-KICK OUT!
Finally a normal count by Kudo, but it's not enough to make BK happy. But instead of arguing, BK realizes the task at hand and picks up his partner and rests him on the ropes. BK follows up with a huge knife edge chop across the chest of Jake, making his chest a bright red color. BK whips Jake off the ropes, but Jake counters it into an irish whip of his own and BK is the one sent into the ropes. As BK comes off, Jake looks for a clothesline, but BK ducks under and stalks Jake from behind. Jake turns around and BK looks for his Shades of Michaels but Jake evades that manuever by side stepping it and he connects with a Flashkick right to BK's temple. BK staggers backwards into the ropes and manages to fall out the ring due to that manuever, as Jake slowly gets back up to his feet. On the outside, BK is recovering from that move, and it looks like Jake has given him a bloody nose from that manuever, but Jake isn't over dishing out punishment. Jake bounces off the ropes and sends BK rolling up the ramp with a Baseball Slide Headscissors Takedown. BK gets up shortly after and Kudo begins to count.
ONE . TWO . THREE . FOUR . FIVE
Jake rolls into the ring and leaves BK to be counted out, and it appears Kudo is going faster as the numbers go on.
SIX...SEVEN
EIGHT..NINE
BK flies down the ramp and back into the ring before the count can be concluded and Jake is there to meet him with several stomps to his sternum. He picks up BK and looks to plant him into the mat with a Flatliner, but BK holds onto the top rope and Jake falls neck first onto the canvas below. Jake holds the back of his neck and BK stalks him from in the middle of the ring as he gets up and once he does, Jake recieves a kick to the abdomen. BK looks for The Revolver, but before he can even twist Jake thrusts BK back first into the corner. Jake continues to thrust his shoulder into the abdomen of his partner before backing up and attempting a Monkey Flip. As Jake hops up to go for it, he jumps right onto the shoulder of BK and now BK runs to the center of the ring before driving him into the mat with a Sit Down Powerbomb. BK rolls to the left, hoping to regain his breath while Jake is doing the same in the center of the ring and rather than to begin to count, Kudo is feeling a bit exhausted himself and rests in the corner as if it were a hammock to the dismay of the crowd. Slowly BK rises up to his feet, and so does Jake and the two begin to slug it out in the center of the ring.
A huge right by Jake is followed up by a huge right from BK. The right hands continue to exchange until BK follows up with two knees to Jake's abdomen and whips him into the ropes. Jake comes off the ropes and BK looks for a Tilt-A-Whilr Backbreaker but Jake counters it in mid-air to a Hurricanrana takedown.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
BK powers out of the pin right before Kudo's arm comes down for three and Jake cannot believe it himself. Jake picks up BK and drag him to the corner where he sets him up in a Tree of Woe position. Jake slowly climbs to the top rope, and once he reaches the top BK pulls himself up and he pulls the legs from under Jake. Jake drops groin first on the top rope and now BK pulls himself up and punches Jake as they both sit on the top rope. Jake follows up with a fist of his own that sends BK reeling. BK returns the favor with a heavy blow to Jake's jaw. Jake nearly falls off the top rope and now BK pulls him back and starts pummeling him more with right hands. BK throws Jake's arm over his shoulder and looks for the London-Plex Omega but Jake manages to elbow his way viciously out of the move. Jake sets BK up for the Mandate from Heaven, but as he attempts to jump off, BK holds onto the top rope preventing him from doing so. BK escapes Jake's clutches and winds up before hitting Jake with a huge hand that knocks him off the top rope, but the power behind that punch also knocks BK off the top rope and both tumble to the outside. Both are heavily exhausted from this encounter, and you can tell no one thought this match would've gone this long. Kudo begins to count them both out, but BK gets up and slides into the ring before Jake.
As Jake hops up on the apron, he looks to enter the ring through the ropes and BK grabs his head and pulls him out before planting him with a Rope Assisted DDT. Jake is spiked right on his head and now BK covers him.
ONE . . TWO . Kudo notices that Jake's foot is under the bottom rope and stops the count, and BK begins to get angry. He slowly picks up Jake and looks for the Tiger Driver but Jake back body drops BK. BK gets up shortly after and looks to clothesline Jake, but Jake ducks and waits for BK to turn around. BK eventually does and then THWACK! A Shades of Michaels by his partner, square to the jaw. The impact of the move sends BK staggering backwards into the corner. Jake approaches BK in the corner, but BK sweeps the legs from under Jake and stacks him up for the pin, even going as far as to put his legs on the ropes.
ONE . . TWO . . TH- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
Kudo sees BK's legs on the ropes and stops the count immediately and now BK pounds the mat in frustration. And now lifts up Jake to a vertical base and looks for a European Uppercut, but Jake counters it into a Backslide Pin!
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
Kudo suddenly stops out of nowhere and looks at his watch before signalling for the bell. Jake surely would have three after that, but Kudo appears to be ending this match right here and right now. He calls Phillip over toward him and whispers to him a few words.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that time has expired for this match therefore, this match has resulted in a Draw!
An immense amount of boos follows this decision made by Kudo and both Jake and BK London stagger up to a vertical base in the center of the ring and watches at the Light Heavyweight Champion simply exits the ring and grabs his Light Heavyweight Championship. "Poison" sounds through the speakers and he walks up the ramp backwards raising his championship in the air while smiling. Both BK London and Jake Chen feel cheated walking out of this match, fighting with no absolute decisive winner. But they know that this was just a preview for their match at Ragnarok, when it will all be on the line.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:45:07 GMT -5
Segment: Deep Concerns. (Credit: Rena)
The shot had barely faded in when Rena rushed into Alicia’s dressing room with a heap of clothes. The heap covered her eyes, and she still did not know exactly who was in the room as she entered.
Rena: I have your new clothes for you, Alicia.
She set down the pile and straightened her own skirt out, looking around.
Rena: Alicia?
Charlotte: It’s just me.
Rena looked over to see Charlotte sitting. Rena let out some air.
Rena: Fuck, you almost scared the shit out of me!
Charlotte: You just missed little Rayne.
Rena: Oh did I? Well, maybe we can all have a few drinks after the show. How is she?
Charlotte: Well she just had a fitting.
Rena: A fitting? Whatever do you mean?
Charlotte: A fitting for Alicia’s clothes.
Rena: Oh, is Alicia giving her some clothes?
Charlotte: Not that I’m aware of. And when she heard I was coming she threw the clothes down really quickly. Didn’t look like what she was trying on was supposed to go on.
Rena: Oh, really Charlotte, you’re getting yourself worked up.
Charlotte: I’m telling you, there is something wrong with that girl!
Rena: She’s just some star-struck kid, Char.
Charlotte: But she follows her.
Rena: Alicia’s her idol. She tries to be like her.
Charlotte: But see that’s it. It’s almost like tries to BE her.
Rena rolled her eyes.
Rena: Oh would you stop?
Charlotte: I’m being serious.
Rena: You’re just jealous that Rayne and Alicia have been spending more time together. You’re getting yourself worked up for nothing.
Charlotte: That is not the reason and you know it!
Rena: Calm down. Jesus Christ get this girl an Oscar for most overplayed moment.
Charlotte: Rena, this isn’t funny.
Rena: Of course it is. This is all too farfetched to be anything else. Now I’m tired of hearing you and your accusations against an innocent girl who wants nothing except to be like her idol.
Charlotte: Whatever, Rena.
Rena: Honey, don’t even start. I might have retired but that doesn’t mean I gave up the right to kick your sorry ass.
Charlotte: You wanna try?
??: Umm…I hope I’m not interrupting.
Both of the women looked towards Rayne, sans bag. Rena smiled, and Charlotte moved herself past Rena.
Charlotte: I was just leaving.
Rena: Come in, Rayne.
As Charlotte left, Rayne moved into the room.
Rayne: Was Charlotte mad about something?
Rena: Oh no, she’ll be fine.
Rayne: I just don’t like people angry around me.
Rena: Listen. If she ever says anything to you and you feel cornered, you give me a holler. Okay?
Rayne: I will, thanks. But won’t it be trouble for you? I don’t want to be a burden.
Rena: Honestly, Rayne you have to stop treating yourself like the top ten neediest cases in the World.
Rayne: Right…
Rena: Now I have to leave. Be sure to tell Alicia that pile of clothes is all for her.
Rena struts out. Rayne is still a little confused, but she lets it pass. She picks up one of the pieces of clothing and strokes it, longingly…
Rayne: Not long now, no. Not long at all…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:46:30 GMT -5
Segment: The Doctor (Credit: The Doctor)
The screen opens up on a derelict corridor somewhere within the hallowed halls of the ACW arena, pipes, glass, rubbish and wood lay scattered on the floor, their purpose long forgotten, decaying under the dust and debris that has attached itself
A distant sound can be heard, although there is nothing or no one entering the corridor, the sound gets louder and louder almost as though time is being ripped apart to allow it access, it gets louder and louder before a blue light can be seen getting brighter and brighter until out of nowhere a dark blue box appears, standing where previously there was nothing
The door opens and a man steps out onto the cold, hard concrete, he is clad in white plimsoles and asthe camera works its way up this mans body, it reveals that he is wearing a black pinstripe suit and a red tie, covered by an old looking brown overcoat, the man has messy brown hair and a smile on his face, his eyes narrow briefly surveying the surround, his eyes are deep brown pools telling us that this man has seen everything and anything there is to see, he pauses…
The Doctor: Oh.... this will do nicely. Definitely better than Barcelona, anyway.
He smiles and punches the air in triumph, before slowly running his hand through his hair, he walks back up to the blue box tapping it briefly on the door almost congratulating it on a job well done, he steps back inside and shuts the door as the screen fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:46:56 GMT -5
Segment: Saying what needs to be said (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up, we see BK London walking down the corridor shortly after his match with Jake Cheng that ended very controversially. He doesn't look too happy with the result as he finds himself stopping in the hallway and running his hands through his hair and taking him a deep breath. Shortly after that, he turns around and there is his partner Jake Cheng.
BK: What now..
Jake: Come on many, why are you acting like that?
BK: You mean you aren't pissed, pissed that our match ended like that? That asshole got us again, we took our bodies to the limit for 20 minutes and then he just pulls shit like that.
Jake: Don't worry too much about it man. Listen, I need to talk to you.
BK: About what?
Jake: About the tension that has grown between us over the past few days. I just want to make an agreement before things get too heated. There's been a bit of tension between us over the past few days and I just want us to come out both partners and friends at the end of this match. I don't want a title ruining our friendship, got it?
BK hasn't looked at Jake eye to eye since the match earlier that night, but he finally looks up and stares at his partner's hand that has been extended.
Jake: Come on…
BK looks at it for a few more seconds and he extends his hand and engages in a handshake with his partner, which gets a huge applause from the crowd. A smile grows across both of their faces, and you can see the gleam in the eyes of the best friends.
Jake: But you know, when the title is on the line, all friendships are thrown out the window.
BK chuckles.
BK: I wouldn't have it any other way.
The pair begin to walk down the hallway together, and you can hear the faint sound of Jake saying "So you know I had you pinned for the three before the time ran out right?" before the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:47:44 GMT -5
Match 6: Chance Emmerson vs Scott Andrews (Credit: Nick D)
The soothing intro to “This Velvet Glove” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers serenades the crowd and marks the arrival of Umeko Saito. She motions to the back as the intimidating frame of Chance Emmerson joins her in the arena. Chance stands near the entrance and pats the spangled championship belt adorning his waist. He and Umeko then begin their march toward the ring.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Meltdown main event, and it is a non-title contest scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...being accompanied by Umeko Saito...weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds...from Tokyo, Japan...he is the ACW World Champion...CHANCE..."TIGER SEVEN"...EMMEEERSOOOOOOOOON!
Eddie Edison: If you’re just tuning in to this edition of Thursday Night Meltdown, then you need to give yourself a stiff slap across the face because you’ve just missed out on some real heart-stopping action, but because you’ve decided to join us in time for this main event of epic proportions, that perhaps is some point of redemption.
Maxwell McNally: Epic proportions might not even begin to describe it, Eddie. Not only is this a match-up between two of the most dominant superstars in ACW, but it’s also a rematch of the blockbuster main event from the Ragnarok pay-per-view. Granted, the title isn’t on the line this time, but I doubt that’ll make it any less exciting.
Umeko climbs the steps and enters the ring first, Chance following close behind. She gestures dramatically to him before he hands her his belt and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
The lights go out as a red tint fills over the entire arena.
A NEW LIFE BEGINS!
“Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a huge pop from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm, Jessie Young following close behind and applauding him vigorously. The fans give her a bit of a pop of her own, pleased to see her back and impressed that she’s prepared to face Umeko and Chance again.
Phillip And his opponent...being accompanied by Jessie Young...from Denver, Colorado...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds..."THE SCARLET ASSASSIN"...SCOTT...AAAAAAAAANDREEEEEEEEWS!
McNally: Scott Andrews has certainly been running the proverbial gauntlet over the past few weeks. He has faced off against nothing but the ACW elite, and this week provides no respite either as he must face off against the monster that is our World Champion.
As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his prized jacket and waiting for referee Raymond Allen Fleming to call for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Both men take a good, deep breath, knowing that this will be the last time they’ll be able to breathe easily until the end of the match. The two strafe around the center of the ring for a few moments before moving in to engage each other. Chance feints a few swift kicks, but Scott only commits minimally to a defense, nothing that allowed a big enough opening for Chance to substantially capitalize. Chance abandons these efforts and tries to best Scott in the grappling department. Chance moves in for a tie up, but Scott quickly parries Chance’s arm and bends Scott forward to snap a headlock on him. However, Chance uses his strength advantage to push forward on Scott’s back, effective popping his head out of Scott’s grasp, and send him running to the ropes. When Scott bounces back, Chance launches his foot in a toe kick, but Scott slows his momentum just enough to catch Chance’s leg. Scott hooks his arm around Chance’s leg and drop an elbow straight down on his knee. Chance favors his knee as he staggers back, giving Scott the chance to capitalize by backing Chance up against the turnbuckle with some vicious knife-edge chops. Scott tries to whip Chance to the opposite corner, but Chance spins around and instead sends Scott charging for the turnbuckle. As he approaches the turnbuckle, Scott manages to stick his hands up in front of him to avoid a full-on collision. Chance comes charging in behind Scott, but Scott leaps up so that his body is suspended horizontally in the air and uses his legs to catch Chance in a headscissors. Chance tosses Scott’s legs upward and to his right so that Scott goes over the top rope and lands on the apron. Scott bends forward and tries to thrust his shoulder through the ropes and into Chance’s stomach, but Chance scoots back just out of Scott’s reach. While Scott is still bent over, Chance unloads with a few forearm strikes across his back. Now that Scott is momentarily stunned, Chance runs to the ropes on his far side and rebounds with a thrusting heel kick straight into Scott’s temple! Chance pulls Scott’s near limp body through the ropes and hauls him high into the air in a military press before throwing Scott down in front of himself with a military press slam! Chance covers.
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Scott slowly tries to roll over onto all fours, but as soon as he ends up on his side, Chance has gotten to his feet and slaps Scott across the back with a football kick. Chance pounds his fist against his chest while howling viciously at the crowd in an assertion of his dominance. He runs to the ropes and rebounds with a knee drop attempt, but Scott rolls out of the way! Chance’s knee collides with only the mat, and he stays in the kneeling position, favoring his knee once again. This gives Scott sufficient time to smack Chance in the face with a dropkick. Scott rolls onto his feet as Chance attempts to push himself back up as well. Scott runs to the ropes and hops onto the second rope. As soon as Chance has fully regained his footing, Scott leaps off to catch Chance’s head in between his legs and flip him over in a headscissors takedown! Scott with the cover.
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Chance manages to pull himself up to sitting position before Scott scrambles back to him and locks on the grounded sleeper hold. Chance rolls over onto all fours, forcing Scott to reposition him into a side headlock. Yet again making use of his immense brawn, Chance pushes himself up to both feet, carrying Scott with him as well. Chance pulls his head backward, jerking it out of Scott’s grasp. Now behind Scott, Chance then quickly applies a hammerlock. Scott swings his free arm around, hoping to land a blow to Chance’s head, but Chance ducks under. However, before Chance can raise his head, Scott has trapped him in a front facelock and falls backward to acquaint Chance’s head with the mat in a DDT! The fast pace of the preceding action seems to have taken their toll on Scott as well as he takes a noticeably longer time for him to get back up. He works his way to the corner and drags himself to the top rope. He points his patented gun taunt at his head to signify the Suisault, but by this time, Chance has gotten to his feet and lunges for Scott’s legs to trip him up, thus causing his crotch to crash into the top turnbuckle! Chance takes a few much-needed breaths before getting back into the action. He pulls Scott’s upper body back so that he hangs upside down in a tree of woe position. Chance runs to the opposite corner, only to come charging back toward Scott and unleashing a vicious Stake of Agony to Scott’s chest! Chance untangles Scott’s foot from the top turnbuckle and pulls him back down to the mat before going for the cover.
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Chance raises Scott to his feet and smacks him silly with some stiff elbow strikes. Now with Scott backed up against the ropes, Chance whips him to the opposite ropes. When Scott bounces back toward him, Chance tries to deck him with a lariat, but Scott ducks under and makes his way to the opposite ropes. This time, when Scott rebounds, Chance bends forward to stick his head in between Scott’s legs. Chance then lifts Scott into an upside down position to set up for Black Stripes, but Scott wiggles his legs to shimmy out of Chance’s grasp. Scott drops down beneath Chance and rolls him up into a sunset flip for the pin.
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Chance rolls backward to get on his feet and runs back at a still seated Scott with a football kick aimed for his face, but Scott drops back into a prostrate position just in time to watch Chance’s foot sail over his face. Scott quickly tucks in his legs and kicks out to get back to his feet. He turns to face Chance just as he comes charging back. Scott sticks his head underneath Chance’s armpit and falls backward to power him down in a northern lights suplex!
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Scott immediately bounds back to his feet and buries the sole of his boot into Chance’s face a few times to stun him again. Scott then falls on top of Chance with a swift shining elbow drop. Scott rolls back to his feet and yet again drives the air out of Chance’s lungs with another shining elbow to his abdomen. Scott gets up once more, only this time, he throws up his shooting taunt to incite the crowd into a frenzy. When he finally does go for the last shining elbow, Chance has enough time to roll out of the way. However, this impact doesn’t seem to have any effect on Scott as he merely rolls back to his feet to face Chance again. When Scott makes another charge at Chance, though, Chance is there to greet him by thrusting his foot straight backward with a ferocious mule kick that catches Scott squarely in the gut, causing him to immediately double over. Chance positions Scott into a standing headscissors and hoists him up to sit on his shoulders to set up for the Tiger’s Heaven, but yet again is Scott able to wriggle out of Chance’s grasp. This time, Scott slides down to catch Chance’s head in a front facelock and swings around to plant him in a DDT! As Chance labors to drag himself up again, Scott runs to the turnbuckle. He bounces off one middle rope and transfers to the opposite top rope before bouncing off and back toward the center of the ring, catching Chance’s head between his legs in an attempt to land the Diversion. But as Scott tries to flip backward to complete the hurricarana portion of the move, Chance taps into his well of superhuman strength once again and hauls Scott back up to sit on his shoulders. Chance then runs a few steps toward the center of the ring and hurls Scott back to the mat with a brutal Tiger’s Heaven! Chance covers!
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner, CHANCE EMMEEERSOOOOOOOON!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 15, 2007 16:48:03 GMT -5
McNally: Tiger VII with yet another resounding reassertion of his status as ACW’s premier superstar.
Edison: I tell ya, Maxwell, I certainly don’t envy whoever has to try to take that belt off him next.
Chance decides that whatever damage he has already done is not enough. He lifts Scott up and grabs him by the throat. Before any significant damage can be done, a decent uproar emanates from within the crowd, and then is suddenly combated by a sudden roar of booing.
Rattlesnake rushes down the ramp towards his ally, but through the crowd comes Starkweather at a moderate pace; he is in no rush.
Chance is warned by Umeko of the approaching Rattlesnake, and Andrews is dropped. He turns and readies himself for a brawl. Scott gets to his feet and looks out to see Starkweather jump the guard barrier. Scott runs and leaps out with a Corkscrew Plancha nailing Stark and sending both men into brawl on the ground outside the ring.
Meanwhile, Chance and Rattlesnake stare each other down, neither man advancing to strike.
Starkweather and Scott get to their feet and brawl all the way up the ramp and behind the curtain, leaving the other two men in the ring.
Rattlesnake is given a microphone as he looks on at the World Champion and smirks.
Rattlesnake: You know, I've been going about this all wrong. I've been requesting and demanding a title match with you and it's not even within my right to do so. I'm a deserving competitor. I deserve a shot at the World Championship. You know that yet you and Whorezilla feel it necessary to ridicule me and tell me I'm not worthy to be in the same ring as you...that I don't deserve a shot at the World Championship.
Rattlesnake chuckles. This whole ordeal has really gotten to him. He's obviously on a last ditch effort.
Rattlesnake: You'd probably still refuse a championship match if I requested one now. Despite the fact that you've been humiliated by me...someone you and Umeko found to be...what was the word? Oh yeah...boring. Isn't it ironic, Chance?
Rattlesnake chuckles again as he steps back. Chance gets to his feet and stares down Rattlesnake, not very happy with what's happened.
Rattlesnake: Oops...did I strike a nerve? Would you like to get back at me? The only way you can is through a title match. It's your choice.
Before Chance can decide on anything, Umeko stops him.
Umeko: Stop! You're not going to trick my Tiger like that. You don't deserve a title shot at all, so don't think you're getting one.
Rattlesnake sighs.
Umeko: Come on. Let's get out of here.
Umeko and Chance leave the ring with the ACW World Championship belt and Rattlesnake just stands there, laughing. Umeko and Chance stop to turn around. They stand there thinking that maybe Rattlesnake has finaly lost his mind.
Rattlesnake: I thought it might come to this. But I'm here to tell you that there will be a title match between Chance and me.
Umeko just shouts "No!" back at Rattlesnake as he points to the AlphaTron. Chairman Gingerdude appears on the screen with an envelope in his hand.
Rattlesnake: I'm glad you showed up. Would you like to tell them or should I?
Ginger: Oh be my guest. For this, I'd love for you to tell them.
Rattlesnake: Fair enough.
Rattlesnake grins.
Rattlesnake: Hey Chance...Umeko...I've got some news for you. Ginger holds an envelope in his hand. Inside that envelope is a match contract for Bloody Valentine. It's not just any generic contract though. It says that the ACW World Champion, Chance Emmerson, will be defending his title.
Umeko can be heard shouting the words "Not against you!"
Rattlesnake: Ok, it doesn't list me as the opponent. I couldn't request or demand a shot at the World Championship within the one-year deadline.
A few boos can be heard from the crowd.
Rattlesnake: But I can tell you who Chance is going to be facing. He's going to be facing the winner of the 2006 Emperor of the Ring Tournament.
A lot of the fans cheer, but Umeko still shakes her head in disagreement.
Rattlesnake: There's no clause in my contract that says I can't use any awarded title shots within the first year of employment. You can ask Ginger, if you want.
Ginger: Rattlesnake is right. There's nothing that can prevent him from doing this. At Bloody Valentine, Chance Emmerson will defend his ACW World Championship against the 2006 Emperor of the Ring winner, Rattlesnake.
Ginger disappears from the AlphaTron as all eyes focus back on Rattlesnake whose smirk has grown immensely.
Rattlesnake: Umeko, it was you who said I didn't earn anything I've gotten since I debuted in ACW. But you're wrong. I earned this title shot because I won Emperor of the Ring. But that's not what's important. What is important is that Chance will have to face me in the ring despite your thoughts about me. And Chance?
Chance inches closer to the ring and stares right at Rattlesnake's face.
Rattlesnake: Chance, your brush with greatness is not at it's end...it's only just begun. It won't end until I'm the World Champion. So enjoy whatever time you have left with that belt. Take a picture with it. Remember all the wins you had with that title in your possession. At Bloody Valentine, I'm taking that title from you. See you there chump.
Rattlesnake laughs as he leaves the ring and exits through the crowd. Chance turns to Umeko and she has nothing to say. She's completely seething. This may be the first real emotion that Rattlesnake has been able to get out of her since the feud began in ernest a few weeks back. As she watches Rattlesnake walk to the back...only one thought enters her mind:
Perhaps he's not that boring anymore...
The show fades to black.
Rattlesnake has finally played his gambit… and there’s no telling if it will pay off, or backfire against the Vision of Greatness.
But is it purely a selfish motive, or is there something more?
Will the situation between BK and Kudo escalate further? And how will Jake's involvement impact on things?
And what’s going on with Starkweather and Scott?
Let’s hope we start getting some answers on Warfare….
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
[Note: Closing Credits to Rattlesnake, Scott, and Shawn]
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Post by scrawn on Feb 15, 2007 16:51:07 GMT -5
Great show peeps.
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Post by hunter on Feb 15, 2007 16:51:50 GMT -5
Excellent show, all.
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Post by chengling on Feb 15, 2007 16:54:16 GMT -5
Ha! So much for BK's EOTR curse.
Also, is it wrong that I am both turned on and creeped out by the Rayne/AK segments?
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Post by xs3 on Feb 15, 2007 17:58:11 GMT -5
Nice show.
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Post by Thunderkiss on Feb 15, 2007 21:36:26 GMT -5
The shows not over! There should be one last segment coming in soon, I hope!
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Post by BK London on Feb 15, 2007 22:31:47 GMT -5
Just finished reading the show, great segments from Brimstone/Wyvern, Rattlesnake/Scott/Shawn, and The Senatorial Stable. One more show before BV.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 15, 2007 23:33:05 GMT -5
I trudged through several miles of two foot deep snow to deliver this version of...[glow=red,2,300]The Senator's Moment of the Show![/glow] Classic AK stuff here, Durden comes off great, and Reckless/Ruthless has really stepped up as well for the occasion. And by the way, speaking of Ruthless...OUCH.
Great show, with tons of buildup. Chance/Umeko stuff is top notch(and yes, your friendly neighborhood Senator always appreciates being put over), Rattlesnake showed up well, Rena/Rayne's segments were intriguing, XS3 had a good segment, heck, everyone came across great:)
Now, if ever a show deserved a Hoss Report, methinks this was the one...
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