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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:51:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Nervous Twitch (Credit: Scott Andrews)
A lot went down at Spring Into Hell, and for Scott Andrews in particular it was a night that he wish he’d been more prepared, and that’s a rare case.
Scott and Butch are seen walking down the corridors of the Palalottomatica, Scott with a glint of anger in his eye. He lifts his water bottle to his mouth and takes a swig before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his prized red jacket.
Scott: DAMN IT! DAMN HER, BUTCH! …GAH! I can’t believe I thought she’d take this fairly!...I’m a fair man, am I not?
Butch: Well…
Scott: Right, so why did she screw me over?! I was trying to be a descent, honest man, y’know, and look where that got me, huh?! No - fucking - where!
Butch: She’s a devil in disguise, Scott, I’m warning you; don’t trust her.
Scott: That might be the smartest thing I’ve ever heard you say. It’s going to take a lot of work to earn the Scarlet Assassin’s trust back after that one! Hitting me with a chair, seriously…and I thought I was a bad example of sticking to the rules, we’re talking about Alicia Kitsune here…It baffles me, Butch, it really does…You think you know somebody - - -
Suddenly, from off-screen, a maniacal screech can be heard and as it approaches the camera, Scott and Butch both look on, puzzled by what is before them. Finally the screech reaches maximum pitch and volume as The Jackalope makes a cameo appearance for only a split second, racing past the pair to an enormous pop from the crowd.
Butch: Do you mind telling me what the hell that thing was?!
Scott: There’s a lot of things the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill, knows, Butch, but that is just something I’ll never be able to explain…
Butch: So where to now then?
Scott: Well I thought I might go and watch the PPV replay tape and get some study done on AK before our next match - - -
Butch interrupts abruptly, seemingly nervous and not wanting Scott to see his misconduct.
Butch: No! - - - I mean…I was thinking I could help you work on your power game a little before your match, y’know? Give you the upper hand when it comes to strength and lifting…
Scott seems a tad hesitant, but he goes along with it.
Scott: Ok…well I guess that would be a bright idea, the Scarlet Assassin is all for having the advantage, Butch!
Butch: Alright then! Let’s hit the gym!
Butch wraps his arm around Scott’s shoulder and practically drags him away from the temporary Senatorial locker room door moments away from being sprung. It’s lucky for Butch, but how long will it take before Scott sees the tape?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:53:08 GMT -5
Segment: It Starts Tonight (Credit: XS3)
It appears that one man has begun his road to fulfilling his destiny. In order to do it, the road starts with the ACW Entertainment Championship, a belt held by many greats such as Jason Freeman, Jonny Spade, Kudo Yasuda and his opponent for tonight, Thunderkiss. In order to overcome his greatest rival to date, XS3 must overcome his one true enemy: himself. Indeed, personal issues have clouded "the Destined One" but in the end, it's only helped him grow stronger.
We now fade to the arena. Slowly did the doors begin to open and a man walked in with a duffel bag slung around his shoulder. This man just so happens to be XS3. His long blonde hair had a bandana tied up in it as his blue jeans draped along the floor with every step he took. He looked down at the sweat that had gotten onto his black tanktop due to the fact that he was training earlier in the day. Christine followed him with her hand held proudly in his. As he walked down the halls, he approached his locker room. XS3 hesitated to open the door and step in as his mind was clouded with thoughts. There were so many newcomers in ACW and he was wondering if they were going to get the best of him. Christine gestured to her husband to snap out of whatever he was thinking of by increasing the grip she had on his hand. Finally, XS3 approached reality once more and opened his door in his locker room.
Inside the room, XS3 and Christine looked around. XS3 set his bag down on the bench and resumed looking at his locker room. Just then, new thoughts entered his mind. What if someone from the past finally showed up? What if that person from the past decided to reveal himself as the killer of XS3's previous wife, Kirsten Holmes? He shaked his head as if he were to clear the cobwebs. No. That was a thing of the past and hopefully, it would remain in the past.
For now, all XS3 was concentrated on was becoming the new ACW Entertainment Champion. Christine looked at him with a smile on her face; the confidence in her husband was seen in her eyes and XS3 was pleased at that sight. He slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around her. He broke the silence by saying "I love you" and she responded with "I love you too." They shared a brief kiss before he looked around the locker room and nodded with contentment.
He knew what his goal was for this week. It was the beginning of a long and winding road to the top, a road that he had grown accustomed to. His road to becoming the ACW World Champion began with the Entertainment title. Once he won that title, it wouldn't be long before XS3 ascended the ranks. XS3 firmly believed inside his mind that it was finally his time to hold a piece of gold, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
And once he became the new ACW Entertainment Champion, more of his doubters would be silenced...
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:53:36 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Entertainment Championship Match Thunderkiss vs XS3 vs Jay Zero (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::MELTDOWN::.. ENTERTAINMENT TITLE MATCH ..::MELTDOWN::..
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Thunderkiss (c) Age: 29 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: Los Angeles, CA
Zero Age: 22 Height: 5'10" Weight:195 Hometown: Portland, Maine
XS3 Age: 27 Height: 6'6" Weight: 280 Hometown: Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada Intro:
Slowly do the lights cut to blue. Throughout the arena, the sounds of "Straws Pulled At Random" by Meshuggah are sent pulsing through every cheering fan in the audience. Out steps a man who fans have come to know as XS3, who pumps up the crowd by making an X motion with his arms. Following him is his wife, Christine Leon-Irvine. He then takes his wife's hand in his and walks down the ramp with her, high-fiving some fans along the way. XS3 pauses when he reaches the ring and stares at it, wondering what will occur tonight. He then lets go of Christine's hand and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Christine then steps onto the apron and enters the ring and watches as XS3 mounts on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. The fans cheer even more at this as XS3 sets down on the ring. Christine gives XS3 a kiss for good luck then leaves the ring. XS3 removes his trenchcoat and passes it off to a ring technician as the music fades and the lights return to normal. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
The lights dim and silhouettes from two stripers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house. However, XS3 & Zero have something to say about that tonight! All three men take their corners and the ref calls for the bell and we are UNDERWAY!~!~DING~!~MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Zero drops his feet directly into TK’s knees, stopping his forward progress! Thats the best way to stop TK, cut the tree down at the trunk! XS3 joins in the fun as he gives TK a big baseball slide into his back causing the big man to roll out of the ring pain to take a time out! XS3's and Zero’s alliance doesn’t last long however, as both men lock up as soon as the champion is out the way! XS3 whips Zero into the ropes and ducks down for a big back body drop! Zero puts on the breaks at the last second and counters by kicking XS3 in the face, sending his body upwards! Zero leaps up and nails XS3 with a huge Flying Hurricanerana! XS3 is down and Zero goes to lock on the ZERO CHANCE! But he has ZERO CHANCE on slapping it on for TK has recovered and stops him with a kick to the back of the head! But before TK can gloat, XS3 grabs him from behind and takes him up and over with a HUGE CLOSING MOMENT! “Fast” Eddie Edison: This RIGHT HERE is why I LOVE triple threat matches! MATCH HIGHLIGHT: XS3 picks Zero up off the mat and puts him in position for the Final Fate! Within seconds Zero is driven into the mat and XS3 makes the pin! ONE, TWO... AND HERE COMES TK WITH THE BLOCK! He nails XS3 in the back of the head with a double axe handle and rips him off Zero! TK now with a pinfall on Zero! ONE..TWO.. KICKOUT! Zero kicks out and all three men go at it once again! TK and XS3 now form an unholy alliance as both men start a beat down on Zero! They pick him up after working him over and send him flying into the ropes! Zero bounces back, runs straight at them and leaps into the air for a body splash, but his smaller frame cant do ANYTHING against the wall of XS3 and TK! Both men grab hold of him and then spike him directly into the mat with a huge impact that rattle’s Zero’s teeth! And now begins the battle for the pin! Neither man will allow the other to cover and we have once again come to a stalemate! MATCH FINISH: Thunderkiss nails XS3 with a huge back elbow, causing him to cover up his mouth in pain. This leaves him wide open to a huge GOODNIGHT KISS that sends him up and over the top rope to the floor below! Back in the ring, Zero is up on his feet and he comes running in with a huge dropkick attempt! Thunderkiss side steps and grabs Zero by both legs and POUNDS him into the canvas like he is a hammer! Thunderkiss looks at the crowd and begins to taunt towards the end! Thunderkiss: IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN TWO TO STOP ME!!!!!Thunderkiss turns around and goes to lift up Zero for the Heaven’s Door! And then a stir comes from the crowd! It starts off as a few fans screaming, and soon turns into utter pandemonium. Back in the ring, TK is oblivious as to what’s going on as he goes to finish off Zero once and for all. The cameras finally pick up on what the fans are going crazy about and zoom into a man making his way through the crowd.... Maxwell McNally: Is that? That’s ... PREDATOR!!!!!Predator has made his way here tonight and he is on a B line to the ring as he hops over the guardrail and scoots near the ring, grabbing a chair in the process! He enters the blind side of the ring and quickly makes short use of the ref by blasting him in the back with the chair! The ref hits the mat and the commotion causes TK to turn his head towards the action! HE SEES PREDATOR, but is completely unprepared for the assult as he still has Zero lifted high into the air! Predator BLASTS him in the midsection causing him to drop Zero and crumble to the mat! Predator: HOW ABOUT THREE THEN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! ~!~WHAM~!~
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:53:56 GMT -5
Predator nails TK on the top of the head with the chair, busting him open for the world to see! Predator turns and exits the ring with a huge pop of boos and cheers! He takes one step through the ropes before looking back at TK once more. A huge smile comes across his face as he shakes his head “no” to show he’s not done yet! “Fast” Eddie Edison: HE’S COMING BACK FOR MORE! Predator takes the chair and DRIVES it straight into TK’s throat causing him to leap up in pain, choking on his own spit! Predator finally leaves the ring after this moment leaving TK totally defenseless - AND THAT’S GOING TO COST HIM! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Zero has his senses left... AND LOOK WHAT’S IN FRONT OF HIM! RIPE FOR THE PICKINGS! Zero SCORES on this opportunity as he quickly leaps on top of TK and hooks his leg back! The fans watch on in shock as the ref registers the .. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER & NEW ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION: JAY ZERO!Jay gets his hand raised and the belt pushed into his clutching hands as he quickly rolls the hell out of the ring and out of harms way! All the way to the back he raises the belt above his head, making a statement that has been known since day one: he is an IMPACT player and deserves respect! Back in the ring, Thunderkiss is still down and Vivid enters to check upon him. Meanwhile, during ALL of this, XS3 is still on the outside, clutching his head in pain after getting knocked out by TK’s finisher. “Fast” Eddie Edison: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION, All thanks to PREDATOR! Maxwell McNally: Folks, we have a VERY explosive situation on our hands! We all know what TK’s mood will be when he gets his energy back, and hopefully for Predator, he’ll be long gone by that time! We need to cut to a commercial, but if anything happens during our time out, we’ll update you as soon as we come back!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:54:55 GMT -5
Segment: “The Jungle Isn’t Big Enough for Two Predators!” Credit: T-Kiss
Summary: After losing his ET title thanks to Predator, TK gives his thoughts!
[As we return from the commercial break, McNally's predictions have come true as the shit is hitting the fan backstage ...]
Maxwell McNally: Folks, just as we predicted, TK has made his way backstage looking for Predator and he is not happy! Lets go backstage right now!
[The image cuts to a live backstage shot where we see the now FORMER E.T. Champion turning tables over in disgust and humiliation!]
Thunderkiss: WHERE ARE YOU!? COME OUT YOU COWARD! ARGH!
[Thunderkiss finally sees the cameras on him, and decides to set up a “TK signal” if you will, to be broadcast all over the arena where Pred will certainly see! He yanks the camera straight out of the cameraman’s hands and sticks it directly into his face!]
Thunderkiss: Oh Predator, I know you’re somewhere around here jerking yourself off thinking about what you did, but let me tell you something - titles come ... and titles go, but the MAN will always be remembered. I think somebody may be a bit jealous now since the comparisons have stopped between you and I. When I first came here, it was all - “THUNDERKISS IS PREDATOR”! Now, I don’t hear that anymore. What I DO hear is my name being mentioned as the future of this company, while you continue to call a 2nd rate wrestling program that ISN’T even on the air anymore. Your “Pred-Heads” have moved on sport and are now part of the “Kiss Army”. You have been forgotten. You are illrelevant and YOU know this, and thats why you felt you had to strike tonight. To show you’re still something still part of the show.
[TK does a quick adjustment to the camera as he places on top of a nearby ring trunk and takes a few steps back into the picture.]
Thunderkiss: But guess what Pred.... that lesson can only be learned one place, and that’s in the ring. In just a few weeks, you and I will have our scheduled match at the ACW anniversary show. On that fateful night, I will become what you fear the most, that being the wake up call that tells you that your time in the spotlight is over. And if you refuse to go Pred? I’LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING BODY UNTIL YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. You see, I could just roll all my anger and hatred towards you into that night and let justice be served .. OR .. we could have some fun, THUNDERKISS style over the next few weeks.
[Kiss looks into the air, as if his brain is already constructing plans to bring an end to Pred, causing his expression to go from angry to delightful in zero seconds.]
Thunderkiss: And fun we shall have. Tonight, we played it your way. Come next Monday, I’ll find you. And when I do, then the game comes to MY court. And believe me, its not a game you want to play Pred. Just ask The Chef, XS3, Jason Freeman, Ross Lambert and Rena!
[TK turns his back to the cameras and storms off, leaving the world to speculate on what “plan” his mind will construe next!]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:55:31 GMT -5
Segment: Focus and Intensity (Credit: BK, Senator)
As we return from the previous segment, the camera gets a quick shot at the face of BK London - who doesn't look exactly randy, especially with his loss to Jake at Spring into Hell which provoked his tempered promo earlier in the evening. The camera pulls out and there he stands alongside ACW female correspondant, Charlotte King who is looking absolutely ravishing tonight. Possibly due to her little shopping spree in the week being that we are in the fashion capital of the world in Italy.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here, standing by with the No.1 Contender for Wyvern's ACW Heavyweight Championship at Omega Effect, B-K London!
The cheers increase in magnitude after his introduction and BK London stands there, continuing to prep for this upcoming interview.
Charlotte: BK, last Saturday - you were the referee for the main event of Spring into Hell. A cage match which pitted The ACW Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern...
Massive heat for the champion.
Charlotte: ...versus "The Senator" Steve Phillips.
A huge pop for The Senator, matching the magnitude of BK London's.
Charlotte: Do you thing Senator Phillips holds any animosity towards you, since you did sort of cost him the ACW Championship?
BK: Yeah, I'd believe so. Trust me, if someone else made a judgment call for me - which costed me the championship, I'd probably be pissed too. But you have to understand, I know what was going on in Senator's head at the moment. In his head, he just kept saying, "Go, go, go - you have to win this belt. You have to avenge the Senatorial Stable.", but his body was saying the complete opposite. I made the decisiion to bring an end to that match not to jeoporadize the main event of Omega Effect over the stupid pride of two men. Yes, I understand the call wasn't exactly a popular one....but it was the BEST one. I just hope Senator, Wyvern, and the people understand that.
Charlotte: Well, now that we've heard about your decision in the match on Saturday - let's talk about tonight. Tonight, you face The Senator in a one on one match in the main event of tonight's show. Any thoughts going into this match?
BK: *sigh* You know, I've faced The Senator multiple times in the past. But this time, this time I can just feel it will be different from the last. Over the past few years that I have known Senator, I have known Senator to be a cool, calm, calculating guy in some situations. But over the past month or so, ever since he has won the ACW Championship - he has changed. He still maintains some of the traits he possessed before, but now it seems like he's out for blood. He has been filled with a bit of rage, anger, and pretty much feels like he has something to prove each and every time he goes out into that ring and you know what...
A smirk grows across the face of BK, as he chuckles a bit.
BK: I like it. To me, through all those years, he has been missing that edge. And now that he has it, a match against him tonight is almost enticing. I'm absolutely chomping at the bits to face him in the ring tonight, because I know that I'm going to get the absolute best out of him and vice versa. And it's going to be an even better feeling when I get to pin him one...two....thr-
Just at that moment, "Hail to the Chief" plays on the PA system, cutting BK off momentarily. Before he can speak again, Steve Phillips steps out of the entranceway, a large wrap bandage adorning his head, as he strides to the ring, microphone in hand.
The Senator: Tonight, you are going to do nothing of the sort, Mr. London. Despite the spin that you have attempted to apply to the public perception of the events that took place at Spring into Hell, I will admonish you to re-think your stance!
BK: I did what was best for you, and I did what I had to do as a referee, believe me, I didn't want to end the match, but you should be thanking me that I did, I saved you from suffering...
Senator: You hardly saved me, what you did was simple neglegence in your duty. I am not going to say that I had that match won, because, to tell the truth, I did not. Wyvern was indeed pummeling the life out of me from corner to corner, rope to rope, bell to bell. But nevertheless, to deny me an honorable defeat, a clean, undisputed defeat, that eats at me more than the fact that I am not standing here today as the ACW World Champion.
BK: Guess you get a chance to take it out on me here tonight, but don't think I'll stand still and be your punching bag.
Senator: You misunderstand me, Mr. London, while I would be lying if I said I did not resent your decision, I will not be looking to avenge it in the ring tonight. If I learned one thing, and one thing only from last Saturday, I found that fighting with anger instead of skill is not sufficient for myself. In substitutiing wild rage for controlled fighting spirit, I did myself a terrible disfavor. I do love my old cliches, and have learned the hard way that revenge is very much a dish best served cold.
BK: I don't want to face some boring old man in the ring tonight, you're not going to be able to beat me if you don't go all out. Neither of us have time for some half-assed effort here, and I don't think you have what it takes without that needed edge.
Senator: Hmph, what you find to be an asset, I have found to be the source of my defeat, if I had not tried to fight fist to fist with Wyvern, and tried to beat my revenge out of him, I would not have placed myself in the position that I am in now. No, but tonight, I intend to take a step back to regain that forward momentum. This old man does not have much left in the tank, and if you think that simply because I am refocused, that I care less about attaining victory, then you are even more deluded than you were at Spring into Hell, Mr. London! And if you think that you are going to have a clean shot at Wyvern at Omega Effect...you are truly out of your mind, and that, Mr. London, is nothing...but the truth.
London and Phillips both stand their ground after the Senator drops his microphone, while Charlotte King slowly backs out of the way, wary of any potential violence brewing a bit early between the two competitors. However, the tension is cut, as Phillips breaks his intense frown into a stern smile, offering a hand to BK to shake. London ponders the situation for a moment, before responding, and shaking his future opponent's hand, and uttering one last phrase as the show fades to a break...
BK: Don't expect me to take it easy on you, old man...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:55:59 GMT -5
Segment: The Chef's "Shoot" Promo. (Credit: Leon)
ACW returns form a commercial break to hear Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" play over the arena. A fairly loud boo is heard as Leon steps through the curtain. He stands on the stage and opens his arms wide and yells something, then smirks. Philip asks the audience to please welcome Leon Chase, but the fans just boo more. As he walks down the ramp some food and beverages are thrown at him, but Leon doesn't care. The little children fans, who just want a high-five are ignored by the once fan-friendly Chef. He walks up the steps, but as he is doing it, he gets in a little fight of words as a fan starts yelling "You Suck!" at Leon. Leon enters the ring and grabs a microphone.
Leon: "Why, Leon, why?" For the past four days, that is all I have been hearing. Listen to me, I don't owe anyone an explanation about anything I do, ever. but lucky for you fans in Rome, Italy --
The crowd pops.
Leon: "YAY! YAY! He said Rome, he said Rome, thats where WE live!" Shut the hell up! As I was saying, you fans are lucky, because I'm going to explain why I did everything. First things first, ever since I have come to ACW I have seen a lot of people. A LOT OF PEOPLE. They come here, they say "Oh yeah, I am going to be the future of ACW." This usually turns out in complete bullshit and the person leaves after jobbing out two matches never to be seen again.
Leon: They again, the other people who do stay, will impress the management, then just like that, pow, they're gone. They will cut some good promos or have a good match, but then just go Absence Without Leave (AWOL). Personally, I'm sick of it, many people behind that curtain are sick of it and the fans are probably sick of it. So I thought to myself, "Man, I should probably do something about this" so I decided to make a point by hiring Skynyrd to get rid of that example of a "poison" in ACW.
Leon is interrupted by the sound of "Animal" by Mudmen. Out walks Ricky Falco. He doesn't go down to the ring, he is there in order to talk to Leon.
Ricky: BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Why don't you shut up? I don't need to listen to this and none of these people need to listen to this. You think I am a "poison" infecting ACW? Well, sorry buddy but I don't think I am like one of those other people you were talking about. And since I like to cut to the chase how about you and me have a match. A match at Omega Effect III?
The crowd cheers.
Leon: All of you fans would like to see that? Ricky you would like to see that? Well I only got one thing to say to you: I'll give you my answer next week.
The crowd boos.
Leon: Come on, a little suspense never hurt anyone. Now play my music.
"Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth plays as Leon walks out of the ring. Ricky shakes his head then heads to the back. Leon continues walking up the ramp even with a shit load of middle fingers and crap thrown on the ramp up his way. Leon gets to the stage and with his back turned to the crowd holds up both middle fingers, then walks to the back.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:56:26 GMT -5
Segment: Surprise! You're Alive! (Credit: Hunter)
Monday, October 23, 2006 3:42 PM
"White. It's always white. Well, sort of white. Light colored would be the better term. Why can't ceilings be brown, or black, or blue? Why is it always white?" After going through an incredibly long and painful ordeal that involved coming to terms with oneself and one's enemies, a sane person would not use their thinking time to muse about the color of a ceiling. Yet Andrew Hunter is not exactly what one would go so far as to refer to as a "sane person." Although his appearance is normal, save for the lengthy feminine hair he sports, he is truly a layered enigma, and each layer is crazier than the last. It is unclear at the moment as to which layer he has pealed...but whichever one it is, it has an odd fascination with colors. Eventually, however, his eyes wonder away from the ceiling and towards the room around him. To his chagrin, he finds more white.
?: It's meant to be soothing.
Hunter turns his attention towards a middle-aged man with short brown hair and thin glasses. He is taller than the average person, and he comes fully dressed in a white lab coat. He has a clipboard tucked under his left arm, and he spins a pencil in between the fingers of his right hand, eying Hunter carefully.
Hunter: I thought that was pea green, Dr. Robinson.
Robinson: Might be. It doesn't really matter to me, because I hate pea green. White is more soothing, I suppose.
Hunter: Why?
Robinson: I don't know...it's supposed to be the color of the light that "takes us up to heaven," or whatever the hell.
Hunter: But that would be a bad thing, wouldn't it? If you see the light, that means you're dead.
Robinson: Well did you see a light?
Hunter: I'm not dead, am I?
Dr. Robinson chuckles.
Robinson: Not yet, Andrew.
He walks over to Hunter and spreads his eyes open, flashing a light into each one. He does a few other brief tests before nodding approvingly and scribbling something onto his clipboard.
Hunter: So what does that mean?
Robinson: That you're not blind or retarded.
Hunter: Oh, well then I have that to look forward to.
The doctor chuckles again and looks down at Hunter, and now his expression is a bit less cheery.
Robinson: You've really got to keep yourself out of trouble like this, Andrew.
Hunter: Listen, doc, I appreciate the concern and all, but---
Robinson: How long have I treated you?
Hunter pauses for a second, and, not bothering to take out his mental calculator, throws out the first number that comes to mind.
Hunter: Five years, give or take.
Robinson: Wouldn't you say that I have quite a bit of knowledge of your health?
Hunter: ...yes. Your point---
Robinson: Is that I can tell whether or not you're in good health. And you're clearly not at the moment.
Hunter: Well I did just get shot.
Robinson: Oh, you remember?
Hunter: A shot to the lower back doesn't create amnesia.
The doctor chuckles slightly.
Hunter: What?
Robinson: Nothing...it's just...
Hunter: What? Tell me.
Robinson: That guy you came in with---
Hunter: Wait, what guy?
Robinson: You don't remember?
Hunter: I remember getting shot. Everything else is a blur.
The doctor looks at him oddly, and then pulls up a chair nearby and sits down.
Robinson: From what the guy who brought you two in told us, he was driving along and he saw a big guy wearing white carrying your body. Problem is, he saw him a split second before hitting the big guy with his car, which sent your body flying under the car in front of him. You were the lucky one, since the guy who was carrying you got thrown head first into the bumper of the car.
Hunter looks at him very sternly, and the doctor takes this as a sign to continue.
Robinson: The impact just gave you a few more bruises added to the gunshot. The other guy, though...he sustained heavy damage to the...fuck it, you don't know any of the medical terms anyway. The gist of it is that he has amnesia.
Hunter widens his eyes slightly...
Robinson: Which wouldn't be a problem if he had some ID or something in his pocket. But he didn't.
...and slowly looks off to the side, in deep concentration. It is at this point that the cheeriness completely disappears.
Robinson: So who was he?
Hunter says absolutely nothing as he stares off at the wall. Robinson is just about to snap for his attention, but Hunter turns back and, perfectly straight faced, answers.
Hunter: I don't know.
Robinson raises an eyebrow and chuckles.
Robinson: You're lying.
Hunter: No. I really don't know who he is.
Robinson: Well then why don't you tell me the story from your perspective?
Hunter can sense the hostility in his voice, but he does not budge from his "story."
Hunter: I was taking a walk like I usually do, and some guy comes up to me, points a gun at me, and says that he wants my money. I had a couple of beers earlier, and I was feeling like a smart ass, so I said no. He shot me, grabbed the money, and ran. Then I guess that guy came around to try to save me.
Robinson: So he shot you, took your wallet out of your pocket, took your money, and then put the wallet back into your pocket?
Pause.
Hunter: Yes.
The doctor rises out of his chair swiftly, sending it flying back away from him.
Robinson: I don't need this, Andrew. When you finally decide to tell me the truth, call on me. Until then, I've got to go tell some people how you're still alive...
He grabs the doorknob and turns back to him.
Robinson: ...as unfortunate as that may be.
Hunter: Wait.
The doctor, out of the last bit of good will he has left in him, does not storm out like he had originally wanted to, if for the effect alone. Hunter slowly lifts himself off of the back of the bed, and this is the first time when he feels the painful aftermath of his wound. Although a tear of pain escapes him, he is able to hide the discomfort from the doctor, going to far as to turn a grunt of pain into a cough. He wipes the lone tear away, and then looks at the doctor once more, sternness ever present on his face. This entire time, regardless of whether or not he was speaking, he was thinking long and hard about his options. And now it has come to that point where he must make his decision...and although he has his doubts, he already has made it. Because he knows that it is the only thing that could possibly work.
Hunter: I need a favor...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:56:53 GMT -5
Match 5: Starkweather & Kudo Yasuda w/Umeko vs Scott Andrews & Rattlesnake
This tag contest has the fans in attendance riveted from the start; the voluble Italian crowd wastes no time in letting Starkweather, Kudo and Umeko know what they think of them, and the cameras actually have trouble keeping “unsuitable” gesticulations off of the TV feed during the entrances. Once the match proper gets underway, expectations are turned on their heads with Rattlesnake and Stark starting for their respective teams; Stark gets the best of the opening period by riding out the worst of Rattlesnake’s power-based offense, and then twisting the match more to his own liking by working Rattlesnake’s neck through a distinctive series of neckbreakers. Snake’s own weight works against him, but Scott’s shouting from the turnbuckle keeps his partner mentally focused, and when Starkweather attempts to close Snake down into the corner where team tactics can take full effect, Snake instead comes close to sending Umeko flying with a whirling arm, forcing the sly lady to jump clear to avoid it and momentarily disrupting his opponents’ gameplan. Snake gives Kudo the slip as he tries to retaliate, gets behind Stark and produces the Chaos Theory (rolling german suplexes) to set up a pin for a 2 count.
Stark kicks out, and at once Snake makes the tag to Scott. The Assassin hits the ring like a wildfire, forcing Stark to defend against a barrage of fast kicks; Scott doesn’t have things his own way for long, however, and he and Stark conduct three or four minutes of high-octane wrestling stuffed with move and counter-move. The match almost ends when Scott attempts an ill-advised hurricanrana, and finds it countered smoothly into a running powerbomb to STF combination; Scott battles out on willpower, and Stark casts him a look before calmly tagging in Kudo, who has been verbally sparring with the crowd at ringside (the complete language barrier doesn’t seem to apply to various Italian and Japanese insults). Kudo rockets into the ring and goes straight for a Yakuza Knee; the shock tactics almost pay off, but Scott manages to dodge it by inches and Kudo finds himself hurtling toward Rattlesnake’s fist which is “conveniently” balled as he leans over the ropes. With supreme agility Kudo backflips off of the turnbuckle to avoid it, earning a Kayfabe-busting pop; Scott attempts to “whack” Kudo with the Head Shot, Kudo ducks it and suplexes Scott painfully into his own corner post.
With Scott compromised, Snake takes the initiative and tags, a second or so before Kudo can pull Scott away. The noise level ramps up, for the previous encounters between Snake and Kudo are legendary; Kudo lashes Snake’s ribs with kicks and then hits him with a spiral dropkick, only for Snake to tough it out and be first back to his feet to belt Kudo with a crushing big boot. Kudo reels, and Snake goes directly for the Snakebite; Umeko is primed ready to distract the ref, but Kudo manages to destabilize Snake so that he staggers before hitting the move, and Kudo lands close to his own corner. Proving that he’s not above following a good example, the shrewd Starkweather tags himself in and Snake’s pin is void; Snake tries to get up, but whilst kneeling he’s vulnerable and Stark capitalizes perfectly with the Re-education (flying double stomp). With the arena in near uproar, Scott tries to reach Snake, but the crafty Umeko has scuttled around behind him and she pulls him off of the apron; in the ring, Stark has time to position Snake perfectly before applying the Sensory Deprivation. Snake has no chance of escaping, and his pride has to take second place to his long – term fitness as he taps out to give Stark and his team the win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:57:37 GMT -5
Segment: Entry Fees (Credit: Senator)
As Meltdown returns to the air, Senator Steve Phillips is shown in his improvised office in the arena at hand, with his teleconference system hooked up in the room. The camera angle shows Phillips talking, but is unable to see who is on the screen on the wall, due to the fixed angle.
The Senator: Yes, I do know that you have put an interim commissioner in place, but for something as important as this, I wanted to take the matter straight to the top.
??: I don't care. I put Dan White in charge, and to have to deal with you, this had better be important. Very important.
Senator: Look, Chairman Gingerdude, this concerns the main event of Omega Effect. I think you should very well be interested, being a good businessman and all...
Ginger: Fine. Tell me your little demand, so I can get this over with.
Senator: Good, as you might have expected, what I want is nothing short of a spot in the main event match. Yes, this would give us a triple threat for Omega Effect for the very first time.
Ginger: You're not convincing me so far.
Senator: Come on! I have hardly started!
Ginger: And I'd prefer if you finished.
Senator: I went through a lot of trouble to get this rigged up over on this end, the least you can do is hear me out for a few minutes, I do have a match here, after all, in a short amount of time.
Ginger: So I know.
Senator: Then you will hear my proposal, I trust?
Ginger: I guess, go ahead.
Senator: This is very simple. At your last pay per view event, the fans went away without the main event sufficiently proving who the better man was between myself and Wyvern. Any wise booker would set up a rematch after that, and the wise booker would also realize that it would have to be held under optimal moneymaking circumstances, am I correct?
Ginger: Leave the booking to those who take care of it, and spare me your notions.
Senator: Fine, fine, the point is that you have a match that the fans want to see, and the window of opportunity is narrow, or they shall forget. BK London has his shot at Omega Effect, why not grant me mine? After all, it was partly his fault that there was no decisive ending to the match at Spring into Hell, and a triple threat between the three of us would draw more than the singles match between BK and Wyvern at this point in time, I would venture to argue. You would have a match that would likely be taking place for the first, and the last time, at least as Omega Effect would be concerned. I am on my last big run here, Wyvern's hardly in better shape, BK has been going at it for years without a real break, and you never know when that first big injury hits with someone who puts his body on the line like Mr. London does.
Ginger: I think you haven't stated your main reason. You want to beat Wyvern, and get that title before you retire for the umpteenth time. That is why you asked for this match, not because it would help ACW's profit margin, not because it would make for greater buyrates.
Senator: Now, then, I do wish to give the fans the best match possible, and this would allow me to do that, I am not quite as selfish as you make me out to be, Chairman Gingerdude! Of course, everyone has their own motives for things, especially in this industry, and I left out those reasons, simply because I think you would already have assumed them. I want to show you how this can help you, and help ACW.
Ginger: You are hardly objective.
Senator: I plead guilty as charged on that count...but do not let that fact get in the way of my reasoned argument. Even a partisan hack can get things right now and then.
Ginger: You are persistent, I will give you that, Senator Phillips.
Senator: One has to be, to be successful in my chosen fields.
Ginger: You are probably more persistent than persuasive.
Senator: Whatever leads to the desired results is what I shall do.
Ginger: Ok, I will admit, I have actually pondered the idea before you put it forward. As such, even though I am no fan of you personally, I will grant your wish. This will, however, be your last shot at the title. I hope you understand that.
Senator: I certainly do, and I do thank you for giving me this opportunity!
Ginger: Now, leave me alone, and get ready for your match, I really don’t want it to be a dud, not after making this decision.
Senator: Sure thing, Sir, a pleasure doing business, and that, my friend, is nothing…but the truth!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:58:01 GMT -5
Segment: Unfair (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Ahh the beach. Doesn’t it feel great to just lay on the sand? The waves providing the calming sounds that help you drift into a nice long nap. The sun providing the perfect temperature in addition to helping out to get the nice tan you are looking for. Crowd of people are on the beach, playing games, swimming and doing other beachy things. And then there are Jake and Stan, sitting in beach chairs, beers in hand. Relaxing during the show after the biggest win of Jake’s career? How can they be so clam?
It helps that they are 4812 miles away from Rome.
Jake: I love Puerto Rico.
Stan: I love not being killed by London.
The two friends clink beers and drink. Jake places his back down into the cooler beside his chair and Stan continues to drink.
Jake; I’m not going to lie, I’m glad we came here a week early. I guess BK’s revenge is just going to have to wait.
Stan: Well, he is going to get what he wants anyway. Have you seen the main event for the Anniversary Show for next Monday?
Jake: That doesn’t matter. I knew the rematch would happen eventually. And I’m ready. I will never quit.
Jake picks his beer and takes one more sip before placing into back down into the bucket of ice.
Stan: So....I guess you aren’t the godchild of Omari.
Jake: Probably not. Usually kidnapping cancels out all positive relationships. Even though it was you that did the kidnapping.
Stan: You told me to.
Jake: True. It’s no big deal. I don’t regret anything. I got a win out of it. And there will be more wins to come. Stan, this is the start of something big. I can feel it.
Another cheers for the duo and the camera shot zooms out on the Puerto Rican beach. They are safe for now. But come Monday, they will have nowhere to hide.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:58:59 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London vs The Senator (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, he weighs in at 237lbs, he is the 2007 Fallen Heroes Winner, B-K London!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the Italian 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, making his way to the ring from Washington D.C., he weighs in at 195lbs, he is "The Senator" Steve Phillips!
"Hail to the Chief" hits and the former ACW Heavyweight Champion makes his way onto the stage and does his Nixon Style Victory Pose. Following that, he crosses his arms rapidly and red, white, and blue ticker tape shoot into the air to add a bit more glamour to the entrance. He then starts making his way down to the ring, not taking his eyes of his opponent BK London, probably because he still isn't that happy about the call he made in the match at Spring into Hell.
He hops up on the apron before stepping into the ring as the crowd still continues to cheer him. He makes his way to the center of the ring and tells RAF to ring the bell, as he is anxious to get this match underway and RAF does exactly that.
*The Bell Rings*
BK London isn't exactly afraid to get this match on himself and the pair lock up in a rather aggressive collar elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Quickly, Senator wrenches the arm of his opponent, hoping to follow up with an elbow but before he can do that - the other former ACW Champion rolls forward and nips up to his feet before locking in a arm wrench of his own to Senator. BK continues to apply torque to the arm before dropping an elbow right on the joint, bringing Senator down to the mat. BK picks Senator back up, hoping to follow up with another move, but Senator pushes his advesary into the ropes. BK bounces off the ropes and hopes to combat with a clothesline to Mr. Phillips, but his move is evaded. He turns around and Senator looks for a roundhouse kick, but BK manages to roll out the way of that. BK quickly jumps back up to his feet and runs full force at Senator, looking to connect with a big boot, but Senator side steps it and looks to sweep the legs from under BK - but BK manages to jump at the last possible second in order to prevent himself from being tripped. London looks for a leg drop on the back of Senator's neck while he's on the mat, but Senator rolls out the way in the nick of time and BK is planted on his ass. But BK rolls backwards and gets right back up to his feet, and so does Senator simultaneously. The pair engage in a fighting stance, ready for the other's next offensive manuever, and the crowd simply applauds this athleticism by the pair.
Over the years of fighting, BK and Senator seem to have learned quite a deal about one another, and each one knows it won't exactly be easy to defeat the other - especially when they are at the point where both are at the top of their game. The pair lock up in the center of the ring once more, but this time Senator doesn't waste a moment locking the multiple time World Champion in a side headlock. Moments later he follows up with a headlock takedown, manuevering it into a grounded version of the headlock, in which BK struggles to find a way to escape. He attempts using his legs to latch on a leg scissors around his neck, but Senator's head is too far away from him to complete the move. BK shifts his body weight, and gets Senator in a pinning predicament - which could end the match right there.
ONE . . TW- KICK OUT
Senator is the one now who shifts his weight to return themselves to their initial position before the pinfall, and quickly BK attempts to think of another way to get out of this. He slowly begins to getting to his feet, and now backs up into the ropes before pushing Senator off of him and right into the ropes. Senator bounces off the ropes and BK takes him down with a huge shoulderblock, and wasting no time BK bounces off the ropes again. Senator rolls over on his stomach, so BK jumps over him but what he doesn't see is Senator's arm reaching out to trip him in the process. He falls face first on the mat and now begins to hold his nose, but quickly Senator looks to latch in his Victory Lock III early in the match - a move that is damn near impossible to break out of. Senator manages to get the legs locked in but BK thrashes around until he gets to the ropes to hold on and RAF forces the technical messiah to release the hold and he does. BK makes his way up to his feet, and the look to lock up for the third time in this match but Senator scores with a kick to the abdomen before they can do so. A harsh European Uppercut follows and manages to knock BK into the corner, and it looks like the worst is about to come. Senator winds up for one of his excrutiating knife edge chops - but in a abstract counter - BK gets both his arms up and manages to block the chop with his forearms, something not really done in ACW.
BK sees his open opportunity and comes full force at Senator with a toe kick to the gut which sends the Washington DC native staggering backwards all the way into the opposite corner. BK makes his way over to Senator and delivers a few hefty knees to his abdomen before whipping him into the opposite corner. Senator bounces out the corner hard and BK is right there to follow up with a spinning wheel kick right to the temple. Phillips is taken down to the mat and BK hooks both of his legs for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 15:59:26 GMT -5
Just a two and a half count from RAF, and instead of arguing with the referee, BK picks up Senator and wrenches his arm again, but this time follows up with a rear hammerlock, continuing to dish out the pain. Senator however manages to counter BK's hammerlock, into a hammerlock of his own - getting a bit of the upperhand in this match. But the counters continue and BK counters Senator's hammerlock back into his own hammerlock, bringing the former ACW Heavyweight Champion down to his knees. But we find out that this is only to counter the hammerlock, but rolling forward out of it, turning it right into a wristlock. Senator gets back up to his feet and now begins delivering a set of kicks to the abdomen of BK, before a huge right hand to his jaw that knocks him right into the ropes. Senator advances towards his opponent, and continues to deliver a set of stiff forearms to the face before whipping him across the ring - hoping to hit a back body drop. BK grabs onto the top rope, to stop himself from bouncing off - but he still feels a bit of the effects from the forearms which reduces his reaction time a bit. Senator charges forward and BK and delivers a huge kick to his abdomen, and now looks for a Piledriver - but BK grabs the leg and trips Senator in the process and now looks to lock in the Corporate Lock.
Applying torque to the ankle, Senator screams in insurmountable pain, but knowing BK he manages to quickly counter by rolling forward and sending his opponent sailing through the middle rope and right out onto the ground below. The Senator clutches his ankle in pain, while BK rolls over on his back and slowly begins to rise up and now blood can be seen trickling from his nose. Phillips looks to exit the ring to further capitalize on BK, but RAF advises him to stay in the ring - advice he doesn't take too lightly. BK manages to rise up to one knee before grabbing onto the apron, and this is where Senator blows past RAF to continue his work on BK. But being the strategist that he is, BK obviously has other plans as he reveals he was just playing possum and grabs the legs of Senator - dropping him to the mat - and now he pulls him out the ring. BK looks to capitalize with a right hand on the former tag team champion, but Senator blocks and delivers a hefty haymaker of his own. The Senator continues to follow up with rights before thrusting him hard, back first, into the ring apron. He follows up by tossing him into the ring and looks for a cover following that, but BK's shoulders doesn't appear to be on the mat. After a few seconds of manuevering BK, he manages to get the shoulders down and RAF makes the count.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
The Senator picks up BK shortly after, not worrying too much about the count, and he delivers a European Uppercut to him - sending him right back into the corner. He now whips BK across the ring, and looks to follow up with a clothesline in the corner but BK gets his boot up which knocks some of the spit right out of Senator's mouth. The Senatorial Stablemate drops down to one knee, holding his jaw and BK ascends to the middle rope very slowly. Slowly Senator makes his way back up to a vertical base, and BK dives off, hoping for a double axehandle but Senator kicks him in the abdomen as he is coming down and manages to score with the Polarizer. BK is planted right into the mat and he rolls a bit over towards the ropes and quickly Senator looks to win this match up right here.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
BK manages to get his leg up on the bottom rope, putting an end to RAF's count, and Senator can't believe it. He pulls BK to the center of the ring and now picks him up before setting him up for another Polarizer. BK wriggles his way out of the move and manages to counter it into a Sunset Flip, stacking the veteran up.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Senator frees himself from the cover, and the two get up simultaneously but BK is the one sent back down to the ground with a Washington Lariat out of nowhere. Both men fall to the ground as a result of this powerful move, and they lay motionless in the center of the ring. RAF begin the count in the center of the ring, but Senator manages to shift his body weight and drapes his arm across the chest of London.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2007 16:00:12 GMT -5
Once again BK shows his persistance, kicking out of another highly impactful move of Senator's repetoire, and this time it looks like frustration is setting in on the ring veteran. The Senator slowly makes his way to his feet, and rather than picking BK up, he appears to be stalking him from the side - slapping his knee, and one can only assume he plans to end this match with the Partisan Kick. BK, still bloody around the area of the nose, begins to rise up only to collapse back down to the mat in exhaustion. He picks himself back up one more time, and manages to get up to a bent over position, and Senator looks to strike right there. He charges full force towards BK and looks to end this match with such a devastating kick to the side of the head, but it is evaded by BK. BK backs up and Senator manages to stop himself and turn around before walking right into a Shades of Michaels by BK. Senator is knocked out cold, and BK collapses onto Senator after the move and RAF makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Senator gets his shoulder up at the last possible second and the crowd was sure it was over from there. BK rolls over on his back and rolls over to the ropes, using it to help him get up, and now Senator looks to rise up from the mat himself at this time. Quickly, Senator makes his way over to BK and grabs him by the back of his tights and looks to send him through the middle rope - but BK counters and sends Senator through the ropes to the outside before making his way to the outside himself. Senator is on his feet now, resting on the steel barricade and BK looks to grab him but Senator kicks him - thrusting him back first into the steel steps. "Ooooooooh", says the crowd, and BK holds the back of his neck in pain and Senator quickly wastes no time and tosses him right back into the ring. Senator though, is a bit slow in returning back into the ring, and he instead makes his way onto the apron and making his way up on the top rope instead. Senator isn't one to make his way up to the high risk district, but he knows he's going to have to pull out all the stops in order to defeat BK. But BK manages to get his second wind, and he spring up to his feet and like a cat ascends to the top rope with Senator. He places his head under the arm of Senator, and before he can slip on the top rope he delivers a HUUUGE London-Plex Omega from the top rope. Senator lays motionless in the center of the ring, after that move out of nowhere and BK rolls over and covers Senator.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Another kick out, and this match is beginning to become one for the ages. BK picks up Senator one more time, and looks for the Revolver - setting him up - but Senator wrenches the arm, countering the move. He looks for a crescent kick after wrenching the arm but BK ducks one more time and looks for the Revolver a second time, but Senator takes down both of his legs and rolls him up in a Jacknife Pin.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
The crowd really believed it was over there, as a few were standing up on their feet ready to cheer Senator upon his win, but they quickly became disappointed, and sitting on the edge of their seats for this helluva main event. Senator picks himself up within moments, and so does BK, and BK looks for a clothesline but Senator ducks and follows up with a few hefty fists to his jaw. BK staggers back onto the ropes and comes back with a huge right hand of his own. These two have definitely been through a war in this match, and neither man has enough to keep going on. BK looks for another right hand, but Senator ducks and looks for a German Suplex - but BK manages to block it and reverse it into a rear waistlock of his own. He delivers a few hard forearm shots to the back of his neck and now looks for the Regalplex, but Senator delivers a first right to BK's face. BK releases the hold and Senator now looks for another Washington Lariat, but BK ducks under that and kicks him in the gut before planting him into the mat with The Revolver - finally hitting it in the match. Senator flops over, rolling onto his back simply lays there in exhaustion. The crowd is willing him on to capitalize and cover Senator, but he just doesn't have enough in him.
Slowly the pair begins to make it up to their feet again, and it's been nearly 30 minutes this match has been going on but time doesn't seem like a factor to these two athletes. BK looks to scoop up Senator, but Senator floats over his shoulder and locks him in a rear waistlock. He then rolls BK up from behind, hoping to score a win out of nowhere.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT
BK manages to free himself from the pin. Both men get up and now it is BK who scores with an Inside Cradle and RAF slides on over for the pin attempt.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Senator manages to free himself and now both men get up and BK looks for a right hand but the former champion grabs him and takes him down with a Backslide Pin.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Another kick out attempt, and it's getting down to the wire here. Both men rise up to their feet at the same time, and Senator looks for a clothesline but BK ducks under it and looks for the Shades of Michaels for the second time. Senator side steps the move and grabs BK for the Fillibuster - but he elbows his way out of it. Senator grabs the side of his head and BK grabs him from behind, possibly looking for a BKO but Senator flips over the back of him and delivers a huge kick to the back of BK's hamstring. BK bends over in a huge amount of pain and Senator quickly bounces off the ropes and delivers a huge Partisian Kick. The kick sends BK flying into the ropes, and he manages to bounce off before delivering a huge Shades of Michaels to the jaw of Senator. Both men drop to the ground like a sack of bricks and RAF checks on both of them. He begins his double count and at the count of eight, it appears both men are going to make it to their feeet but BK collapses down. Senator is up on one knee, and as we reach nine it seems he is going to make it, but he too collapses down to the mat and RAF makes it to 10 before ringing the bell.
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to neither man being able to get to their feet by the 10 count, the result of this match is a Draw!
Boos fill the Palomattica arena and neither man still have made it to their feet even after the match is over.
Members of the Senatorial Stable such as Freeman, Andrews, Rattlesnake, and Kalb make their way down to the ring - hoping to attend to their fallen leader and they do. BK London on the other side of the ring, slowly makes his way to his feet using the ropes and watches across the ring at The Senatorial Stable attends to their foe.
BK doesn't look very pleased the result of this match and the same goes for Senator, but it's just like what BK said earlier "Their heads say go go, but their bodies say no no". He makes his way to the center of the ring and calls for Senator to meet him there, and eventually he does. The two stand in the middle of the ring for a moment, staring each other down before engaging in a handshake which gets a roar of approval from the crowd.
"Until next time", BK says.
"Until next time", Senator gracefully responds.
BK exits the ring and makes his way to the back and at the top of the stage, lies the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern who stares at both men with his belt rested over his shoulder. Senator glares at his enemy, staring a hole into him, and the same goes for BK. Both want his ACW Heavyweight Championship, but will any of them actually take it away?
The Eastern half of the tour is now completed… it’s time for ACW to head west. What shocks and surprises, triumphs and tragedies await them?
Tune in to Warfare to find out…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by hunter on May 24, 2007 16:02:12 GMT -5
Epic main event = highlight
Awesome show, as always.
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