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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 15:59:34 GMT -5
Title: New Guinea FTW (Credit: Stark, Shawn, Wyvern, Kudo)
Umeko grumbled rather loudly as her armies, clothed in blue, begin to form on the map. She had a nice foothold in Southeast Asia, a decent contingency in South America, and a strong presence in Eastern Europe and Northern Africa. Still, she cannot comprehend exactly how she got to this point. She cannot believe that she's well past the age of seven and playing the classic board game Risk!
"Why're we doing this again?" Umeko asked with a bit of frustration as she glared at her formidable opponents, Dr. Alexander Starkweather, “Mr. K-O” Kudo Yasuda and "The Modern Day Judas" Wyvern Wyvernly.
"Simple. It's a game of strategic warfare. Call it an exercise of the mind. It's better than wasting time going to the movies or watching television."
"Speaking of which, what exactly did you do while we were in Japan all week? You didn't even check in with us once. Was wasting your own time more important than ensuring us that none of our detractors flayed our favorite ally alive?"
"Well, if it's of any worth mentioning, I put away Rattlesnake. Seriously, the ACW isn't putting up a fight at all - so far it's been a cakewalk."
Stark raised a hand before Wyv could fire back the venom he was receiving with a sigh, rubbing two cannons together in his hands as he considered his first move. "It's not important. We have the here and the now to think of, and tonight we have business to attend to. Since all of us are here, I'd suggest that we try and alleviate a little stress by playing a friendly game. And perhaps toss around a couple of ideas as to how to work as some semblance of a unit."
Brandishing a six-sided die, Wyvern leans in, looking at both Starkweather, Kudo and Umeko. "Did we decide who's going first?"
"I think the red should go first. After all, you scored highest, Wyvern." Not that there was any inflection at all in that sentence or anything, Umeko picking up on it as well and the Japanese KO Machine picking up on it after a moment more. Now, it's not easy to describe the kinds of smiles at that table, but if you were there you'd of felt the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"Very well." With that, Wyvern begins to plan his opening salvo against his fellow players and conspirators. Taking the initiative, he begins to start his strategy of bumrushing weaker territories. "Alright. Who's got Quebec?"
"I’ve got Quebec. So it isn’t the largest country out there, but you should all know that size isn’t the only determining factor in a fight."
"Defense roll, please." The two rolled dice. The outcome appeared to be less than favorable for Wyvern -- Snake eyes. "Damn it to hell..."
Kudo smirked. "Ha! There’s one of the determinants right there: following through with a strong attack. That lesson is going to cost you."
"Just hurry up... I want to go,” Umeko complained.
Not looking to back down from the surprisingly horrid luck, Wyvern pushed towards Kudo again. "Roll those dice again."
Stark glanced at Umeko, she visibly fidgeting. "You never were one for patience, were you?"
"Heh. That's the name of the game, Kudo." Wyvern continued his turn, and it continued without much consequence to everyone else involved. A few armies destroyed from all sides, but a sizable toll was taken on Wyvern's army. "Alright, you're up, Stark."
"We do have an alliance, right Doctor... Can you have those on this game?" Starkweather yawned lightly, reaching down and nudging his armies in Venezuela into the northern part of South America. He glanced over at Umeko, and then the other two men, shrugging. "I suppose, though they're frowned upon. Just until you learn the basics, Ms. Saito. Wyvern, that's your territory."
"Alright.” Wyvern rolled his dice...And his eyes rolled over in disgust when compared to Starkweather's roll. "Not having the best time with the dice." Wyvern clears his army from the territory, allowing Starkweather to place his army into it. "We're winning, we're winning!" Umeko giggled with a strange bit of glee. A slow smile spread over the good doctor's face. Needless to say, it didn't take that long to take that territory. He sat back before moving his armies into another of Wyv's territories, this time one that had been ravaged by trying to take Kudo's installation in Canada. "Here we go."
The roll lands on the table, followed by Wyvern jerking back in disappointment. "This is NOT going well."
"Just like the balance of life, back and forth until the strongest survives." Kudo's reply narrowed the champion's eyes a little.
The game went on like that, Starkweather being surprisingly lucky as far as die rolls went, but he only claimed five territories before he considered his forces a bit too thin to continue and passed the dice to Umeko. "My turn?" Umeko queried as she looked at the dice.
...Starkweather nodded. "Yes, that's why I handed you the dice."
"Forgive me. For a second there I thought you were going to be a Romantic and have me blow on them for good luck." Umeko said calmly as she rolled her eyes. Then, she surveyed the map closely...and turned to Kudo with a false tone of affection. "Now, Mr. Yasuda…some would say that you and I should stick together. “After all, we're from the same country and everything, so we simply must have similar interests… Of course…” She paused for a second as she sized up his particularly weak fortifications in Mongolia.
"I think the people who say that hold far too much stock in my nationalism and ethnocentric thought, or lack thereof. What I'm trying to say, is that I've never really cared for Japanese men all that much, I'm afraid and I won't go easy on a fellow countryman just because we happened to have been born on the same island. I'm a bit of an anglophile, as I'm sure you've realized. Now, I'm sure that my good Doctor could go on for an hour in psychobabble about why my psyche works that way…and even then I'd be absolutely riveted by the conversation. Now…you may be asking yourself why I'm chatting openly and rather loudly about nothing. Well, I'll give you an answer Mr. Yasuda: It's the calm before the storm"
With a snicker, she tossed her dice, a smile bright across her face. Victory was in her hands and she knew it. All that needed to be done is for it to be made official.
Then, as they landed, her eyes widened in anger… The rolled a two and a one, respectively. Kudo calmly rolled a roll of his own, and got six, a five, and a three.
"Touché Miss Saito; the calm before the storm" Kudo replied. "And while you may not appreciate the wit of a countryman, I quite well appreciate the self defeating wit of a fellow countrywoman."
And with that, Starkweather's elbow was on the table and he was actively fighting off a tauting smirk in Umeko's direction at her long diatribe and subsequent utter defeat.
Umeko, more than a little red-faced, fought the urge to toss the board off of the table and throw a fit that nobody would ever forget. Instead, she resolved to not let her humilating defeat ruin her entire turn.
Kudo chuckled slightly. "Now Miss Saito, you might say that I am not as keen as your boyfriend may be, but I must say that I don’t exactly have to have years of schooling to see that this game is slowly falling apart for you…"
She didn't respond and without another word, she did a few more attacks on various territories. Weaking Kudo in a different area, and coming dangerously close to stealing one of Wyvern's weaker Australian bases. Then, with a pronounced grumble, she passed the dice and leaned angrily back in her chair. "Kudo, you're up."
"Hm... Mr. Yasuda's move next, and since he's been the one under the most pressure lately, I think that he should take a shot at the red army. Don't you agree, Mr. Yasuda?"
"I’d been taking a defensive stance my entire game, and yet here my territory lays weakened at its foundations. It would seem that my offensive blitz is due, and I concur: I see no better target than the one in red…"
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:00:33 GMT -5
Segment: One-upmanship (Credit: Zero) We open up backstage to find Santiago Rivera stretching out in his locker room and preparing for his battle tonight. As he sits on the ground with his legs extended, reaching towards his foot and pulling the tip back, Jay Zero walks into the room with the Entertainment title around his waist and a smirk on his face. [/center] Zero: Hey [/color] Jay walks right past him towards his duffle bag. He begins to rummage through his things. [/center] Santiago: Hey. Santiago finishes with that stretch and gets up. He starts to roll his shoulders as he walks over to the mini fridge and grabs a water. [/center] Santiago: Want one? Zero is still going through his bag. [/center] Zero: Uh- no thanks. Hey, have you seen my back up can of hair spray? I may need it tonight. [/color] Santiago pops off the cap on the water. [/center] Santiago: Oh yeah. It’s over there, on top of the TV. Zero looks up and he lets out a sign of relief. [/center] Zero: Phew! Thought I forgot it! [/color] He scurries over and grabs the can before walking over to his bag again. [/center] Santiago: Why might you need it tonight anyways? What do you have planned? Zero: Well, I just got me a ladder match and a shot at one thousand buckaroos and a Light Heavyweight Title! Hahahah! [/color] Suddenly, Santiago looks kind of confused. [/center] Santiago: What? A—A ladder match? For when? Zero: Tonight! [/color] Santiago: Tonight!? Zero: Tonight! [/color] Jay grabs his things and starts placing them inside the bag. Santi slowly starts to look aggravated but tries to hide it. [/center] Santiago: That’s….that’s great! Looks like we both have a title shot tonight. Zero: Oh yeah, that’s right! You ready for your big match? [/color] Santiago: I like to think so. I’m feeling pretty good about this. Jay grunts in agreement. [/center] Santiago: Freeman thinks I’m just an old hag, but he’s really under-estimating me I think. I’m still pretty young, I’m only 27! Yeah, I’m not how I was last year, but I can still dish out the beating if I have too! Zero: Mmmmhmmm. [/color] Santiago leans over and uses the couch to keep him standing. [/center] Santiago: Y’know. I kind of feel like nobody pays attention to me anymore. They all under estimate me and I haven’t crossed one person so far who hasn’t doubted my abilities since I returned. I seriously think ACW has flipped upside down since my injury. Zero: Yeah, that—that sucks. [/color] It looks like Jay has gathered up all of his things now as he zips the bag up and hops to his feet. [/center] Zero: Well! Good luck tonight, but I have a ladder match to prepare for! Just image it! Jay Zero! The Light Enterweight Champion! Haaa I love it! [/color] He turns around with his bag in his hand and heads for the door. [/center] Santiago: Yeaaah….. Jay opens the door and then exits the room. Several moments after hearing the click of the closing door, Santiago stops holding everything in. [/center] Santiago: That son of a bitch! Who the hell does he think he is?!? He flips the couch 90 degrees in a fit of anger. [/center] Santiago: I finally get my shot! I finally get my chance to prove myself again! But noooo, Jay has to steal the show! I’m main eventing this god damn thing so instead of accepting the fact that something good has happened to me, he decides to go and get a LADDER MATCH?!? He walks around with his hands on his hips, irate. [/center] Santiago: ………..He just won a god damn title too, so on the night where it’s my turn, he has to upstage me and try to become a double champ. HOW MORE SELFISH CAN YOU GET, JAY?!? HUH?! I’LL SHOW YOOOU, I’LL SHOW YOU ALL WHAT A HAS BEEN IS! I’LL SHOW YOU THAT I’M STILL IN MY PRIME! He turns and punches the wall, putting a very large dent in it. He turns his back to the wall and slowly slides down to the ground where he is seated with his legs extended, just like in the start of the segment. Then, very calmly he whispers out… [/center] Santiago: Just you wait….I’ll show you all. The camera slowly begins to zoom out with the shot of a dented wall, flipped couch, and emotionally unstable Santiago Rivera staring fiercely at the ground below him.
We fade. End.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:01:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Kudo Yasuda vs Scott Andrews vs Nick Durden
The crowd is hyped from the word go for this one, and the match kicks off even before the referee can call for the bell as Kudo immediately attempts to stamp his authority on the contest. This understandably goes down like a lead balloon with Scott and Nick, and the first couple of minutes is a free-for-all with the three lightweights hurling themselves and one another around. Surprisingly, it’s Nick who seems to show the most maturity; he moves back when Kudo and Scott get one another in their sights, and lets the two men batter one another a bit before he slips in behind Kudo and attempts a flash pin. Kudo is away well before the 2 count, and has a look of anger at Nick’s impudence.
He drives the Sickness back against the corner post and lets his feared knee do the smack-talking; Nick takes several heavy shots before Scott intervenes and tries to capitalize on Kudo’s split attention. Kudo, though, is no greenhorn, and he whips around to bring the fight to Scott; the two men battle fiercely close to the centre of the ring, and there is a massive pop when Scott finds a minute opening and is able to slap Kudo square across the jaw. Enraged, Kudo lashes out with a screaming kick, only for Scott to deftly catch it and turn it into his famed Reload (dragon whip). With Kudo down momentarily, Scott puts the boot in, and Nick joins in so that Kudo is quite sore by the time he manages to roll clear. Eager to earn the victory, Scott is ready and hits Kudo with the “Reassuring the Kill Mk I” (pendulum backbreaker); he makes the cover, but this time Nick breaks it up, not willing to let the victory slip by him.
Scott has no qualms about taking on Nick, and a minute or two of highly charged action is all about these two as they trade blows at a rattling pace. The crowd is enthralled by the closely-matched abilities of the wrestlers; Scott puts the pressure on Nick with two perfect half nelson suplexes in a row, and Nick comes back a few moments later with a superb rendition of his gyroscope kick. That leads to a pin attempt, and Scott kicks out just after the 2; it’s at this point that Kudo re-enters the fray, attacking Nick from behind while he’s kneeling and delivering a crushing enziguri that has Engmatic Charisma slumping on the mat. Smirking, Kudo presses a boot to Nick’s windpipe; the crowd boos – but then roars again as Scott kips up out of the blue and smashes Kudo with his running power lariat. Kudo flips spectacularly – but even more spectacularly lands on his feet, and Scott just barely manages to evade a Yakuza Knee which would have ended the match there and then.
Such a fast-paced match was never going to be a drawn out affair, and Kudo and Scott are both clearly looking to end the match as the crowd gets louder and louder, rising to its feet. Nick is still dazed and struggles to rise as Scott tries to Headshot Kudo into the middle of next month; Kudo’s rage builds, and Scott comes close to buckling under the ferocious assault of fists and feet. He refuses to fall, however, and Kudo’s expenditure of energy leads to the inevitable trough; Scott powers back, and the crowd wills him on as he tries to weaken Kudo enough to make the pin stick. Even as he does this, Nick is gathering his own strength; Scott manages to knock Kudo down, and Nick thunders to the ropes, leaping up into a massive springboard corkscrew moonsault. But even as he jumps, Kudo springs his trap; he grabs Scott and wrenches his calf, causing him to fall right into Nick’s path. Nick hits powerfully, and as he rolls off of Scott with dizziness once again affecting him, Kudo drops his knee viciously on to Scott’s head before making the pin. The speed is what seals it; neither Nick nor Scott can react fast enough to stop Kudo from picking up the 3 count, and the win…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:01:52 GMT -5
Celebrating in the ring, Kudo draws the ire of the fans, as a dejected Scott Andrews gets back up to his feet. Durden stumbles to his feet as well, as the two look to walk back to the lockerroom.
However, things don't end that simple -- as Wyvern bursts out of nowhere, with Umeko and Stark appearing right behind him. Wyvern quickly chucks Durden out of the ring. He's not whom they're after.
Umeko, directing traffic just a bit and soaking in the response from the crowd, takes this moment to make her move. Ever the opportunist, she catches Scott from behind with a rather fierce kick below the belt. All the little force in the petite Ms. Saito's foot is more than enough to bring the so-called Scarlet Assassain to his knees.
Scott writhes in pain at the focused shot to his most vulnerable area but before he could collapse into the safety of the mat below him, Kudo catches him in mid drift with a fierce Yakuza Knee, sending Scott's chin whipping back the opposite way, before his body finally crashes into the mat. Kudo, in the same motion, picks up a nearby mic.
With Scott motionless on the ground, the belligerent quartet moves in on him, with Wyvern placing a foot on his chest. Kudo draws the mic up to speak.
Kudo: Witness the martyr before you lying in a pool of his own red! Do you notice us now?! Is this what had to have happened for ACW to realize its potential and its poison?!
Kudo passes the mic to Wyvern, who relents from stepping on Scott for a moment, only for Starkweather to apply the Sensory Deprivation moments later.The crowd boos vehemently, trash is starting to pile on the sides of the ring. Andrews can't do much more but get stretched in the wrong direction and shout in pain, blood dripping from his hardway busting-open by Kudo's flying knee to the eyebrow.
Wyvern: My my, how they fall like flies.
Wyvern smirks, as he looks to the enraged crowd.
Wyvern: Umeko has always been right about the Senatorial Stable, and tonight is yet another great reminder of its inadequencies. No one's here to save you, sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Wyvern emits a chuckle.
Wyvern: It's a shame, really. You could be so much more, but you stick with the shepard who can hardly lead himself.
Andrews' face turns more red than usual, blood positively dripping from the wound as his struggles weaken to a stop as Wyvern speaks. Wyvern pulls the ACW World Title from the ground, where he had left it upon entry to the ring. He places it on the mat.
Wyvern: See this title, Andrews?! It's simply, the most unfathomable thing for the Senatorial Stable, or the rest of ACW, to even HOPE to possess! Under our order, our martial law, NO ONE will ever get their hands around it. A few traces of Scott's blood find their way down to the polished gold as Starkweather holds his head over it.
Wyvern: But that's no matter for you. You know why? You get to taste the gold, RIGHT NOW!
Starkweather sets up Andrews, grapevining his legs and stepping a foot through them to pin him before wrenching back on his arms, the crowd booing and a few women shrieking at the barbaric display... Before he drives a foot into the back of Scott's neck and drives him face-first into the gold in a vicious Curbstomp!
Wyvern laughs maniacally, before handing the mic to Umeko. . Umeko: Normally, I'd take this moment to grace all of you with my fabled oratory skills…but what you've just witnessed speaks for itself.
Umeko speaks in triumph as she walks firmly across Scott Andrews' broken carcass. She walked up the length of his spine adding insult to injury with her petite, yet obviously painful, steps. She stopped at his upper back and firmly planted her left foot on the back of his head, using it to rub his face on the belt for maximum humiliation.
Umeko: Under my feet… How appropriate for you, Mr. Andrews. Don't worry… You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last. I'd love to see the look on your face when you see the replay of this from your hospital bed later tonight… It'd be delightful.
Umeko hands the mic off to Kudo once more.
Kudo: Consider this your warning and a declaration of further dominance to come…
Kudo stares down at the fallen Andrews.
Kudo:...from the ones 'standing' in this ring. We've been held down for too long, and now we hold Scott Andrews down under our feet, his Scarlet Assassin name ringing too true as he lies over a pool of his own blood. Let this carcass serve as the model for all of ACW. If you try to join us at the top, you will end up suffering beneath us.
Kudo and the rest leer over the fallen Senatorial Stable member, but quickly disperse when the crowd erupts, heralding the Senatorial Stable to come racing down to the ring to tend to their fallen comrade. Rattlesnake and Freeman run towards the ropes, calling out threats to the Stable That Has No Name, as they turn to tend to their wounded ally.
Fade to Commercial.
(Credit goes to Stark/Shawn/Wyvern/Kudo)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:02:10 GMT -5
Segment: You.....Suck (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London)
The crowd in the Palacio de los Deportes is buzzing with excitement. people have come from all over to Mexico’s capital city to see the superstars that only come around once, maybe twice, a year. And tonight they will get a confrontation like no other. Four Words (To Choke Upon) begins to play over the makeshift PA system and ACW’s Light-Heavyweight Champion walks out onto the stage. Showered with boos, Jake Cheng struts down to the ring, obvious bring his pride and joy, the Light Heavyweight title, down with him. Going up the starts and through the ropes, he finally stands center of attention in the ring. He already has a microphone in hand.
Jake: Mexico, huh? I’ve had some good times here.
Cheap pop from Jake? What is this world coming to? The Mexican crowd cheer nonetheless for the Light-Heavyweight Champion.
Jake: Those good time lasted about twenty seconds. Then I got thirsty. Do you people all know that water is supposed to be clear?
Ah, it was too good to be true. The crowd boos Jake and one fan even throws a can into the ring, but Jake kicks it back out and readjusts the title belt on his shoulders.
Jake: But enough about you piss poor people living in this disgusting cesspool you call a country. It always seems to be about everyone else doesn't it? What about me huh? What about me? I give the performance of my life in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, and does anyone recognize that huh? No, all they were talking about was BK London going to Omega Effect. So then I decide to play it cool, and I challenge Kudo Yasuda for his Light Heavyweight Championship - and WIN. I became a Light Heavyweight Champion for a record breaking four times people, who else has done that? No one! But of course, my history making win is only second to some cheap ass celebration by BK London. I even go to Spring into Hell, and I defeat BK London in a two out of three falls match. The shocker of the century people. Headlines should've been up everywhere for that. But what do I come second best to? BK London's controversial decision in the Spring into Hell main event? When the hell will I get my spot in the limelight huh? When BK London's buried six feed under? - Oh, but I'm sure when that happens everyone will still be talking about the legendary status of BK London.
The crowd is shocked at Jake ranting and raving at them through the microphone. Cheng regains his composure and begins speaking again.
Jake: History in ACW has shown that no one here has done shit for me. Held down by BK, held down by New Breed, then the Untouchables, and then held down by BK some more. Sure, London will say he hasn’t, but that’s bullshit. Everything he did was for himself. Tag team titles? All for himself. Corporate Alliance? All for him. Triple Syndicate? So he wouldn’t have to go down alone. Leaving me in the middle of a fucking ring three years ago to face the world after he lost the match for us..........is probably thing he did for me. AND YET HE STILL DID IT WHILE ONLY THINKING ABOUT HIMSELF!
Jake is jumping up and down now. His title falls off he shoulder onto the mat, and he bends over to pick it up. He breaths deeply into the mic to start again.
Jake: I learned to fend for myself after he left hung out to dry. And then I turned on the New Breed when I saw things going down hill for me. That is probably a decision that I regret. This time, I don’t. Everything is going perfect. My title reign, my win over him at Spring Into Hell, my inevitable win next Monday at the Anniversary show. Then I will go to Omega Effect. Then I will get the World Title shot I deserve. Then I --
"Kingdom Come" by BK London sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely nuts as the Blueprint of Success makes his way through the curtain, and this entrance only brings a look of grimace to the face of the champion in the ring. Deciding to keep his distance, BK London stays at the top of the stage and he receives a mic from a stagehand before looking back in the ring.
BK: You know what? I've had it. I've just...had it with you Jake. Week in and week out, the fans of ACW, the superstars in the back, including myself, are subjected to your mindless rambling and you know what? It's getting kind of tired. So, I'm going to end this once and for all.
Jake: End this once and for all? Well how do you expect to do that, huh?
BK: You want to know the reason for your "unsuccessful" career Jake? You want to know the reason why you've had all these title reigns, but they all have amounted to ABSOLUTELY nothing in the eyes of ACW fans? Is it because you are held back? No. Is it because these fans don't like you? No. Jake Cheng, the reason is simply....you suck.
Jake's eyes widen up a bit, as he can't believe BK London just said that.
BK: You...suck. I don't know how else I can put it. You're a lazy, selfish, gold mongering bastard who just wants everything handed to him but doesn't want to do any work himself. You want to know why the New Breed failed Jake? It was because of you. You want to know why The Untouchables sucked OH SO bad? It was because of you.....you and Dan of course - but back to the point! You want to know why Top Draw - the greatest tag team ever in ACW - failed? It was because of you. Not me. Jake, you've been here almost as long as I have - you are a certified veteran in ACW, yet - you still haven't put all the pieces together to become a top name superstar. Every time something goes wrong, you look to fall back on that Light Heavyweight Championship. Look at that championship Jake - LOOK AT IT.
Jake picks the championship up off his shoulder and begins staring at it.
BK: Who wants that belt Jake? No one. You want to know why you've been champion so long and so many times Jake? There is no competition for that belt. That belt, is a prop. It's a novelty piece. You strap it around your waist because with all these new superstars here in ACW, and the threat they possess to you? It's the closest you're going to get to gold in a LOONG time. I tried my hardest to see that you don't dig yourself into a rut like all the other veterans, like Skurai, Bladeshadow, Ridley, Rose, Bob, and the list goes on and on - I tried to mentor you, so you could unleash that great potential you have to become a top name in ACW. I passed on my secrets to you, but did you ever use it? No. Well you know what? At the ACW Anniversary Show next Monday, you think I have everything to lose with my Omega Effect Main Event Spot on the line? Get it through your thick skull, that WHEN I defeat you, when I make you say "I QUIT", your career will be over - FINISHED. And all you're going to have left is that sorry ass championship to hold onto. At the Anniversary Show, I'm personally going to see to the demise of Jake Cheng's career and THEN, only then, it will be my fault.
BK drops the mic down on the stage below, as you can hear by that annoying sound it makes when it drops. He glares at his opponent for the ACW Anniversary once more before making his way back through the curtain and Jake Cheng seems a bit taken back by these hard hitting comments by BK as the segment closes.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:02:58 GMT -5
Segment: Negligence Is Not Equal To Trust (Credit: Scott)
We cut backstage to see Scott Andrews hobbling through the corridors with an ice pack on the back of his neck and his face scrunched up in agony. He trudges on until “The Executioner” himself comes into frame. Scott looks up at him with a cold glare; Butch seems taken back at Scott’s stance.
Butch:[/color] What’s the matter, boss?
Scott: WHAT’S THE MATTER?! THE MATTER IS I JUST GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME BY FOUR SUCKER PUNCHING LITTLE BITCHES AND YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT IT! THAT’S THE FUCKING MATTER!...
Scott breathes heavily in an attempt to calm himself down. Butch slowly backs away a safe distance; even he knows a volatile Scott Andrews is a dangerous Scott Andrews.
Butch: I’m…I’m sorry, boss. I went out to get something to eat. I thought you were done out there - - -
Scott: I don’t pay you to get something to eat! Why don’t you do your job like you’re supposed to?! Sometimes I wonder why I brought you here…I thought you would have changed? ...I guess I was wrong. I’m always a sucker for giving people a second chance, but Butch, you’re pushing it. I don’t wanna hear any more out of you, ok? I’m going to have a cold bath and heal up from that God damn ambush I just suffered while you were feeding your ugly face. I’ll be in my dressing room.
Butch looks down at his half eaten burrito as Scott walks out of frame.
Butch: You sure you don’t want any, boss?!
Scott’s voice is distant.
Scott: YES I’M SURE! For fucks sake…*incoherent rambling*
Butch watches Scott walk away and a devilish smirk creeps across his face. Who knows what he’s planning, or what he knows? All we do know is it’s not good for Scott.
FADE OUT.
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Segment: He sent it to BK by mistake, LOLZ (Credit: Ross Lambert)
The scene opens into the office of Ross Lambert, a mahogany desk, top of the range computer and comfortable computer chair, on the desk mug is cup of steaming coffee and Ross is at the desk, feet up in his “Burgundy” suit, he’s got a smile on his face, he grabs a cup and looks in glee at his computer screen, he puts his feet down and makes a few clicks on his mouse, he clicks on his e-mail and opens up, an automated voice reads out.
Female Voice: You have 3,644 new emails.
Ross scrolls through these emails most of them being titles along the lines of “Why?” or “Fuck you jackass!”, or “WTF?!”. Ross opens the first e-mail as a smug grin spreads across his face, he looks at the e-mail and begins to read aloud.
Ross: (To himself) Well, looks like XS has been gathering his fanboys together. Ahh well, here’s a pretty funny email. OK here we go, “deer ros, u sux, y did u do dat 2 krstne-irvyne? she is h@wt n dint dsrv dat, u sux, im wshn cncer on u” from Terrence in Toronto, Ontario in Canada.
Ross pulls out his keyboard and begins typing.
Ross (out loud): Dear Mr. Terrence, please stop ass-raping me with a cheese grater, yours sincerely, The English Language.
Ross hits enter as the mail flies back to it’s sender. Ross scans through his inbox and opens up the next one.
Ross: “Dear Jewbag, you are a fucking Nazi and I hate you, why’d you do that to XS3… WHY?!?!” Ross chuckles and begins to type a reply. “Dear Walking Contradiction, how can I be a Nazi and a Jew at the same time? It just so happens that I grew up with a Jewish family but I currently am a Buddhist and it would appear that you follow a select religion known as “Retard”ism, please grow up Mr. Anderson, ‘cause The Matrix will take a hold on you…. Hopefully that makes sense, it does to all the other young nerds”.
Ross hits enter as there is a knock on the door, Ross ignores it and the knock is repeated.
Ross: Who is it?
Spike: It’s me, Spike and a friend of mine.
Ross: Come in!
Spike walks in in his traditional Metallica hoodie, with a woman following him in a Samurai suit.
Ross: What is it bro and who’s your friend?
Spike: Ross, meet Mimi Ashrahk, remember Darrius from school?
Ross: Darrius… Darrius… the guy who went and did MMA fighting?
Spike: Yeah… this is his sister.
Ross stares in awe at Mimi, having no idea what to think.
Ross: Mimi… isn’t she the one who flattened Pete Fontaine on Graduation Day because Pete jumped her boyfriend… Christ what was his name… was it Frankie? Yeah! … Frankie!
Mimi: Yep… that was me. Aren’t you the kid who swore he was going to be a Secret Agent when he grew up?
Ross: Heh heh. Yeah… I’m Spike’s brother, Ross.
Mimi: Ahh very nice… Well, I come bearing good news… VERY good news, you have a match.
Ross: Against…?
Spike: Chris Cyan.
Ross: Umm… who?
Spike makes a “Drum Role” sound after the joke.
Ross: No really… who is he?
Spike: He’s some Ninja guy, he’s got some old bastard with him, some Sensei guy… Master Yasuda or something.
Ross: Nah it’s not Yasuda, that’s possibly most successful person here… he deals in prostitution… apparently his top girl isn’t even on the roster though so he can’t be doing that well.
Spike: Hmm… Well as far as the Ninja things go… Mimi here is trained in the ways of the Samurai.
Ross looks at Mimi who draws a sword from her holster, faster than the eye can see.
Ross stands up, slightly taken aback but impressed nonetheless.
Ross: Wow… that’s pretty impressive Ms. Ashrahk, we might be able to find a place for you here with The Republic… tell me Ms, do you like the current state of affairs with the government?
Mimi: Does getting kicked out of the US army for something beyond my control mean anything to you?
Ross: You’re hired! But really, have I got anything to be afraid of with Chris Cyan? The man is a freakin' Ninja! More speed than guts and I'm going to show him standardized brutality 'cause that's pretty much just what I do.
[Draws to a Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:07:41 GMT -5
Segment: Home (Credit: Hunter)
Wednesday, October 25, 2006 12:36 PM
"The poor don't even have it this bad." Andrew Hunter is not a man who is exactly known for his political correctness, much less his...sanity, really. As he stands in the midst of the shambles of a worn down room, the only thing that he can do is compare his situation to the situation of anyone or anything he can think of. And apparently, a rather small room with ripped wallpaper, stained carpets, and a torn up couch is what he envisions as "worse than the poor." One would think that he would just go ahead and feel free to spend his time on the streets, but alas, he values his heating in the winter, which is one of the only comforts this room seems to have. He looks over it with a smug look on his face, his eyes finding their way across the room to a mirror. He looks at his reflection for a few moments before he hears approaching footsteps. He turns to the door and lets his guard down when he sees Dr. Robinson come through it, a rather vague expression on his face.
Robinson: It's done.
Hunter chuckles.
Hunter: You say that too much.
Dr. Robinson shakes his head, closes the door, and walks to the center of the room.
Robinson: The landlord was very nonchalant about the whole thing. He's one of those "as long as I get paid" people.
Hunter smirks.
Hunter: My kind of guy.
Robinson: Right. So, how long are you---
Hunter: That's for me to know and for you to---
Robinson: Not know, got it.
Hunter: ...so anyways, is this the best that you could do on your money? Because aren't doctors supposed to---
Robinson: It's not my money, it's yours.
Hunter blinks once.
Hunter: What?
Robinson: It's an agreement I had with your mother. She technically inherits all of your money, and she'll send it to me, and I'll pay the landlord every month.
Hunter: But I could have done better than this with my money.
Robinson: Perhaps, but she also requested that your money is used for any food I buy for you, as well as anything else you request. The rest is for her.
Hunter groans and drops down onto the couch, which squeaks loudly following this.
Robinson: Besides, no one would look for you here, would they?
Hunter: I suppose not. But then again, if they think I'm dead, they probably wouldn't look in the Trump Hotel.
Dr. Robinson laughs for a few moments before clearing his throat and continuing.
Robinson: So the bedroom is to your right, and you share a bathroom with the other tenants on this floor. It's in the hall, second door on the left.
Hunter: And who are my fellow tenants?
Robinson: The landlord said it's just some old lady and a businessman who only comes in really late at night. He's your neighbor, but he shouldn't be a hassle, as the landlord said he's very quiet. Most of the other tenants are on the first floor.
Hunter nods repeatedly, looking around a bit more intently.
Hunter: That's good. However...there's no TV.
Robinson: How observant of you.
Pause.
Hunter: We can't change that?
Robinson: I believe the landlord said something about...not liking the noise? I really don't recall, but the punchline is that you won't have a TV.
Hunter: ...could you bring me a Gameboy, then?
The doctor chuckles.
Robinson: I'll see what I can do.
Hunter: Good. How often are you going to visit?
Robinson: Once a week to restock your food, and make sure you're not...
Hunter: ...dead?
The doctor pauses for a moment.
Robinson: In so many words.
Hunter nods again, and then walks over to the window, and looks out into an empty back alley.
Hunter: Not much of a view.
Dr. Robinson laughs.
Robinson: Welcome to New York.
Hunter scoffs, and then turns around.
Hunter: Did you get what I asked for?
The doctor looks at him oddly for a moment, and then his eyes light up. He smiles, reaches into his bag, and pulls out a small wooden box, which Hunter grabs eagerly.
Robinson: I don't really see what the big deal is about a b---
He stops suddenly when he sees Hunter take out the gun that he has kept by his side for the past year. He opens the chamber and looks at the bullet that is "meant for him," as Mr. Smith claimed so long ago. He then puts the bullet into his pocket and motions towards Dr. Robinson.
Hunter: Get me a box of ammo for this.
Robinson: But what about that one?
Hunter: One bullet won't protect me.
Robinson: But why put it away?
Pause.
Hunter: I'm saving it.
Robinson: For wha---
Hunter: Stop asking questions. Just get me the ammo.
Robinson: ...well, damn it, Andrew, what's it for?
Hunter slams the chamber shut and puts it back into the box, and then throws the box off to the side.
Hunter: Protection.
Robinson: From---
Hunter: I said no more questions.
There is an awkward pause as Hunter looks down at the bag in the doctor's right hand.
Hunter: Is that food?
Robinson: Among other things. The essentials, in other words.
Hunter: Leave them.
The doctor nods, and then puts the bag onto the table beside him. He looks down at Hunter, who looks around the room with a less than enthused expression.
Robinson: You wanted this, remember?
Hunter nods slowly, a hint of a smirk breaking out on his face.
Hunter: ...yeah...
When confident in his inability to do anything else, Dr. Robinson drops a key onto the table, opens the door, and stands before it, facing Hunter.
Robinson: Good luck.
And with that, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Hunter continues to look around the small room, and then looks up at the medium sized bag on the table. He sighs, and then looks down at his feet for a few moments before falling back onto the couch and looking up at the ceiling. Isolation with one's thoughts is not generally what one requests. But this is what he wanted...isn't it? His doubts and his worries slowly creep in. And for the next few months, they will be his only friends.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:08:35 GMT -5
Match 5: LHW Championship - "Big Money" Ladder Match VorteX vs Jay Zero vs Jake Cheng (Credit: Wyvern)
This match started off with the premise of an impending spotfest. That was indeed correct. Jake started the match, taking advantage of both Zero and Vortex gunning for him. Using a few tricks, Jake dodged strikes from both Zero and Vortex, and a forearm strike from Vortex inadvertently landed on Zero, which started a confrontation between the two, as Jake ran outside to grab the ladder. As he returned, Zero and Vortex refocused their efforts on Jake, nailing a double suicide dive onto Jake, crashing the ladder onto Jake.
Getting back up, Vortex and Zero traded some blows. Vortex got the initial upperhand, nailing a suplex, driving Zero onto the ladder and Jake. With both men down, Vortex rushed into the ring, and set up the ladder as quickly as he possibly could. Stumbling a bit, he managed to get to the briefcase. However, this occurred at the same instance Jake and Zero stormed the ring. Zero leveled the ladder with a dropkick, as Vortex had no choice but to hang onto the briefcase. Jake ascended the turnbuckle, and managed to leap to mid-ring, and catch Vortex and pull him down in an improvised sit-out powerbomb. An interesting note, as the briefcase didn’t fall with them – apparently, a crewmember thought to attach and affix the cable to the handle, thus guaranteeing his release from the company.
With Vortex down, Zero and Jake started trading blows. Zero managed to get the ladder to use in his favor, as he clocked Jake square in the face with it, busting Jake completely wide open. Vortex got back up to his feet, and dodged a ladder shot, and nailed Zero with a spinning heel kick. Jake, wiping the blood from his face, however, took the ladder, and set it up behind Vortex’s back, who thought Jake was out for much longer.
Climbing after Jake, Vortex met him at the top, as both men started to trade punches. Zero slowly started to get up, as he soon climbed up the side where Vortex was. The lesser experienced Vortex lost his balance trying to fight from both fronts, as he lost his balance, tumbling down to the mat. The shift in the weight of the ladder caused Jake to nearly fall, as Zero took the opportunity to charge and grab the briefcase, determined to crack the briefcase’s defenses. However, Jake made a desperation lunge for the case as well, as the two found themselves suspended ten feet in the air. Both men tried valiantly to pull each other off, but both were hellbent on winning. All of a sudden, from the pressure of both men pull on the sides, the briefcase broke open, causing both men to crash to the ground. The money, which was on one side of the briefcase, landed on Zero, while Jake had his own title land on him, as the ref declared an unprecedented ruling of a draw in a ladder match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:09:21 GMT -5
Segment: Global Tag Tournament of Champions Update (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to a single shot of Jonny Spade standing in front of a building staring back into the camera. Once he receives the signal from the camera man he begins to speak.
Jonny: Hello ACW fans!
The fans start cheering for being mentioned but Jonny isn’t able to hear anything.
Jonny: As some of you are aware…hopefully most of you…Gooey and I haven’t been on ACW T.V for quite some time. This is due to the fact that I have been representing ACW in a tournament that has been known around the world as one of the best tournaments in the wrestling world. Gooey and I have been out representing ACW in the Global Tag Tournament of Champions. And we have some good news to share. We have succeeded in making it past the first round of the tournament that took place in Sydney Australia.
The crowd pops for the duo making past the first round.
Jonny: So now were heading off to Tokyo Japan for round 2. Our opponents for the next round look to be as easy as pie to beat so we are pretty much a shoe in for round 3. So that’s all from us here so – OH before I forget! I’m glad to hear that Omega Effect is taking place in my home town of Toronto. Um…I think that’s it. Gooey you got anything to add.
The camera shifts over to Gooey who is off camera eating a box of cookies and he shakes his head while some crumbs fall from his mouth.
Jonny: Well then that’s it from us, this is team G-Unit signing out.
End Scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:10:14 GMT -5
Segment: “Wrong VIEW” Credit: T-Kiss SUMMARY: Thunderkiss meets Rosie O’Donnell. ‘Nuff said! [Professional wrestling and a woman’s talk show, what a strange combination. That’s what TK thought when he received his invite to the “View” a couple of weeks ago. However, being a man who doesnt say “no” to the camera, Thunderkiss was glad to accept. Unbeknownst to him, the intentions of this interview is not to find out more about either him or his career, but to confront him on the controversial way he carries himself in the ring. But unbeknownst to the cast, and Rosie O’Donnell in particular, TK “Doesn’t play that”. Lets join our show already in progress ...] Elisabeth Hasselbeck: And lets welcome from Alpha Championship Wrestling ... THUNDERKISS! Rosie O’Donnell: ................. [Out from the back comes TK ready to have a good time. He walks right directly towards the front of the stage near the crowd and lifts his shirt up and points to his six pack for all the ladies.] Thunderkiss: Yeah rights right! Look at it and get wet bitches![The View hosts all roll their eyes in embarrassment except for Rosie, who looks like she is going to blow a fuse at any moment. TK then takes his seat at the table and shakes hands with all the hoasts, with the exception of “you know who”.] Elisabeth Hasselbeck: Welcome Thunderkiss! Thunderkiss: Hey, thanks for having me. I have to admit, I am still a little curious as to why the “View” would invite me here, of all please.Rosie O’Donnell: Well you see Mr. Thunderkiss, that would actually be all my doing. Thunderkiss: Oh is that so?Rosie O’Donnell: Yes, for I have been made aware of what you do on your little wrestling show for the dregs of society. What you do is absolutely despicable! The way you treat women, the way you demoralize our children with your antics! Thunderkiss: Hey, why are you on my case lady? I mean, look at you, you’re a fat stinking pile of shit, but I’m nice enough not to say anything like that to you. I was invited as a guest on this show, and if you won’t show me respect, I’ll see myself to the door right now.[The crowd gasps for a second while Thunderkiss rises up out of his seat only to be distracted by O’Donnell once again.] Rosie O’Donnell: Oh, so you’re just going to run away now rather than have to face up to all the crap that you subject people to each and every week?! [Thunderkiss looks at Rosie’s face with a look of utter disgust and decides to sit back down. As soon as he does so, a smile comes across his face and he replies with a very unusual calm voice that would make even Jake “The Snake” Roberts proud ...] Thunderkiss: No, no, no, no , and no. Alright you listen here you fucking triple chinned beaver diver, I’m done with you trying to ride rough shot over me during this interview. I want you to meet a little friend of mine named MR. REALITY! Mr. Reality has been waiting a long, long time to meet you Rosie, and today he finally gets his chance and the first question he has to ask you is what did you see when you woke up and looked in the mirror today?Rosie: You are totally classless. I don’t subjugate myself to such FILTH! Thunderkiss: No, you will sit your fat ass down now, you slob ... do you understand? Rosie: ............. Thunderkiss: I’ll answer the question for you then. This morning, you saw a miserable piece of SHIT who thinks her opinion is more valuable than any one else’s. Well guess what? Mr. Reality has a brother, and HIS name is “Mr. Wake Up” call, and its time for you two to meet!Rosie: I don’t have to take this! Thunderkiss: OH YES YOU DO! You subject your wretched opinions to the world, its time for you to get a taste of MY free speech piggy! Now, Mr. Wake Up Call wants to tell you that anyone else with your lack of looks, skills and talent would be cleaning toilets at roadside hotel at this very moment, so you should thank your lucky stars you got yourself into position to lick the clit of whatever high powered executive that gave you your chance!Rosie: Oh, and he’s a homophobe to boot! Thunderkiss: No No Rosie, you’re not going to play the old “I’m Gay” game with me. Take a look at people like Ellen Degeneres. There is a woman that is funny and is entertaining to watch. You’ll also notice that she doesnt have a big whale mouth like you. And for the records, I love lesbians. Just give me two of them and a six pack and that will be a night to remember, I’ll tell you what!Rosie: You sir are a chauvinistic PIG! Thunderkiss: And finally, Mr. Wake Up Call wants to tell you that not only do you not have a talented bone in your body, you are a fucking idiot to boot. Next time you want to go make another “real” terrorist comment, why don’t you go invite AHEYAALALALALALALALALALA on your gay cruise ship and see how that will go! You want to talk about intolerance?! They will string you and the rest of your pals up and either stone, head lop or impale you via your vagina just because you’re gay. Finally, you’re lucky that I am ANOTHER celebrity that’s into saving the world with their cause. You see, I want to save all the whales, which is why YOU have the chance to get your ass up right now and leave before I change my mind!Rosie: Get him out of here right now! He is threatening me! Did you hear him!? He is threatening me! [Rosie calls for security and they approach Thunderkiss and ask him to leave. TK obliges, but not before turning around and having the final word. He unzips his pants and exposes himself to the entire View crew causing the cameras to pull back from the shot.] Thunderkiss: Next time you want to open your big fat mouth, why don’t you try sucking on this bitch![Security now grabs a hold of Thunderkiss who brushes them off and heads to the exits on his own accord. Back in the studio, the audience is in shock at what they just saw and Rosie’s still red in the face.] [Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:11:20 GMT -5
Match 6: International Championship Match Jason Freeman vs Santiago Rivera (Credit: Michael)
As the slow intro of “Ugly” by the Exies hits, the lights dim, and Jason Freeman walks out slowly, staying near the top of the ramp. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. Freeman then begins to slowly pace his way down the ramp.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Meltdown feature contest, and it is for the ACW International Championship! Now making his way to the ring...from Long Island, New York...he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds...he is the ACW International Champion...JASON...FREEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAN!
Freeman marches up the steps and enters the ring. He poses dramatically for the crowd a bit while brandishing his precious International Title.
"Orgasmatron" by Motorhead hits as lights of all colors flicker and zoom around the arena. A sea of boos greet Santiago Rivera as he makes his return to ACW action.
Phillip: And the challenger...from Dublin, Ireland by way of Syracuse, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...SANTIAGO...RRRRRIVEEEEERAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Santi charges to the ring and slides in. RAF takes the belt from Freeman and holds it high into the air to signify the stakes of the match.
DING, DING, DING!
The match begins with the usual tie-up. Santi eventually is able to sidestep and get behind Freeman to roll him up into a school boy.
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Both men pop back up to their feet, but Freeman acts first by diving for Santi’s leg. Santi pulls Freeman up to his feet and takes him into a side headlock. Santi then takes Freeman down to the mat. Freeman reaches up and takes hold of Santi’s head. Freeman rolls over onto his stomach to take Santi into a front facelock. Santi rolls his body to the side to pry open Freeman’s arm. Meanwhile, Santi twists Freeman’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock. Freeman fights his way back up with Santi still applying the hammerlock. Freeman throws an elbow back into Santi’s face to break free. Freeman then takes Santi into a front facelock. Santi shoves Freeman into the ropes, effectively popping his head out from Freeman’s grasp. Freeman bounces off, and Santi drops into prone position, allowing Freeman to hurdle over him and continue running to the opposite ropes. Freeman bounces off, straight into a Santi-Go-Round! Santi covers.
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Santi pulls Freeman up and lands a roundhouse kick to Freeman’s right knee, followed by another roundhouse to Freeman’s other knee. Santi tries to whip Freeman to the corner, but Freeman counters and sends Santi into the corner. When Santi bounces off, Freeman runs to the ropes and bounces off to catch Santi in a bulldog! Freeman covers.
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A frustrated Freeman immediately goes for another cover.
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Freeman pulls Santi up into seated position and rains a series of punches down on top of his head. Freeman raises Santi to his feet and decks him with a European uppercut. Freeman whips Santi to the ropes. When Santi bounces back, Freeman hooks his arm under Santi’s for a hip toss, but Santi repositions his body in midair to end up in a wheelbarrow and roll Freeman up into a victory roll.
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The two bound to their feet, but Santi acts first by running toward Freeman, who promptly catches him in a pendulum backbreaker. With Santi still draped across his knee, Freeman pulls Santi back up to his feet, only to ground him with a Russian leg sweep. Freeman runs to the ropes and bounces off to land a knee drop in Santi’s face. Freeman covers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:11:43 GMT -5
KICKOUT
Freeman mounts Santi and drills him with some vicious punches into his face. Freeman pulls Santi up to his knees and locks him in a cravate. Santi rises to his feet again and lands some punches into Freeman’s gut to pop himself loose. Santi then unleashes a spinning back heel kick, followed by two uppercuts into the gut, two open-handed slaps, then a spinning backfist. He then goes for the concluding roundhouse kick for the Rivera Revolution, but Freeman ducks. When Santi turns to face him again, Freeman lands a haymaker into Santi’s abdomen. Freeman then whips Santi into the corner, but Santi sticks his foot out to prevent a collision with the turnbuckle. Santi then pushes off with his foot to spin himself around and deck Freeman with a roundhouse that catches Freeman square in the jaw! Freeman gets to his feet, only to be floored by a high jump dropkick! When Freeman gets up again, Santi lands a Mongolian Chop. Santi pulls Freeman up and bends him forward before lifting two knee strikes into Freeman’s face. Santi whips Freeman to the corner and charges after him to hit a shining wizard. Santi takes Freeman into a side headlock and runs forward a few steps before planting Freeman in a bulldog! Santi raises Freeman to his feet and doubles him over with a spinning back heel kick. Santi takes Freeman into a front facelock and falls backward to hit a DDT! Santi covers.
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Santi exits the ring to stand on the apron to set up for some kind of springboard move, but Freeman gets his second wind and charges at him. However, Santi blocks Freeman’s punch and strikes back with a right cross of his own. Santi then goes for a shoulder thrust through the ropes, but Freeman raises his knee and catches Santi straight in the face. With Santi’s body draped over the middle rope, Freeman decks him with a European uppercut. Freeman then runs to the ropes and bounces off to land a leg drop across his back. Freeman covers.
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Freeman gets to his feet and slaps Santi across the face a few times before mounting the second turnbuckle. Freeman then leaps off with a leg drop, but Santi moves out of the way. Santi gets to his feet and hops up to catch Freeman’s head between his legs and flip backward to hit a hurricarana! Santi covers.
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Santi pulls Freeman up and whips him into the corner. Santi tries to land another punch, but Freeman blocks and slugs Santi right back. Freeman then turns the tide by throwing Santi up against the corner. Freeman mounts the second rope and plows ten punches into Santi’s head. Freeman dismounts, and Santi scurries away from him. Freeman pursues, but Santi drops RAF to the mat right in front of Freeman with a drop toe hold. This distracts Freeman long enough for Santi to get to his feet and hit him with a spinning wheel kick! Santi raises Freeman to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut. Freeman staggers to the ropes and lands with his upper body draped over the middle rope. Santi swipes the sole of his boot across Freeman’s face in a facewash. Santi then locks in a side headlock to choke Freeman against the middle rope. Santi releases Freeman before RAF completes the five count. Santi leans Freeman against the corner and hits a knife-edge chop. However, Freeman fights back with a toe kick to Santi’s gut. Freeman backs Santi to the center of the ring with some forearm strikes and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. Santi falls on his feet and leans against the barricade. Freeman exits the ring but is promptly caught with a roundhouse kick to the gut. Santi follows up his attack with a chop. Santi tosses Freeman back into the ring. When Santi slides in, Freeman has already gotten to his feet and hits him with a toe kick. Freeman whips Santi to the ropes and hops up for a dropkick, but Santi holds onto the top rope to prevent himself from bouncing back, leaving Freeman to crash back-first onto the mat. Santi bounces on Freeman with an elbow drop. Santi covers.
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Santi lifts Freeman up, only to take him down with a snap suplex, followed by a quick cover.
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Santi pulls Freeman up and hits him with a European uppercut that sends him staggering back into seated position in the corner. Santi then buries the sole of his boot into Freeman’s throat to choke him, being sure to release before the five count. Santi pulls Freeman away from the corner and takes him over with a snapmare. With Freeman in seated position, Santi slaps him across the back with a soccer kick. Santi covers.
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Santi raises Freeman to his feet and whips him into the corner. Santi stomps on Freeman’s knee a few times to drop him into seated position. Yet again does Santi go for the choke by placing his foot into Freeman’s throat. Santi releases before the five count and pulls Freeman up, only to ground him again with a double arm suplex. Santi covers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 31, 2007 16:12:09 GMT -5
KICKOUT
Santi grabs a tuft of Freeman’s hair and pulls him up so that he is bent over. Santi then launches a toe kick into Freeman’s exposed face. Freeman stumbles away from Santi. Santi goes after him, only to catch a knife-edge chop across the chest. Freeman tries to whip Santi into the ropes, but Santi counters and sends Freeman into the ropes. When Freeman bounces off, Santi tries for a clothesline, but Freeman ducks and continues running to the opposite ropes. This time when Freeman bounces off, Santi bends forward, hoping to catch him in a back body drop, but Freeman slows his momentum just enough to hit Santi in the face with a toe kick. Santi staggers back, and Freeman charges after him to land a lariat. This surge of offense seems to have taken a toll on Freeman as well as he lays on the mat alongside Santi. Both men get to their feet at around the same time, but Santi acts first by throwing a punch. However, Freeman blocks and hits a toe kick. Freeman whips Santi to the ropes. Santi hops onto the second rope and leaps back with a springboard spinning heel kick, but Freeman ducks. When Santi lands on his feet, Freeman plants him in a kneeling jump facebuster. Freeman pulls Santi up and whips him into the ropes. When Santi bounces off, Freeman catches him in a Spinning Arm Slam Backbreaker. Santi rolls under the bottom rope to end up on the apron. When he gets to his feet, Freeman goes after him, but walks straight into a shoulder thrust. Santi springboards over the top rope to land behind Freeman. Santi take Freeman into a full nelson before lifting him straight up into the air and powering him back down into the mat in a full nelson slam! Santi covers.
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Santi is irate at what he believed to be a slow count and barges straight into RAF’s face. The two yell obscenities back at each other just long enough for Freeman to get back to his feet. Freeman then tries to blindsight Santi, but Santi turns around just in time to see Freeman and move out of the way, leaving Freeman to collide with RAF! Santi approaches Freeman from behind and plants him in a spinning belly to back suplex! Instead of continuing with the offense, though, Santi is distracted by the sight of Mr. Rivera, and needless to say that Santi is none too pleased. Mr. Rivera hops onto the apron and proceeds to bellow random obscenities at his son. Suddenly, the crowd is in an uproar as Jay Zero is seen running through the audience. Zero hops over the barricade and grabs a chair from under the ring. Santi charges for Mr. Rivera, who immediately launches a slap straight into his face! This spins Santi around, straight into a chair shot from Zero! Zero continues to beat Santi down as Mr. Rivera barks orders at him. Freeman has recovered by now and tries to get involved, but he too ends up victim to a chair shot courtesy of Zero! Mr. Rivera then tells Zero to finish it, and Zero places the chair down onto the mat. Zero then raises Santi to his feet and lifts him up into a fireman’s carry before drilling him into the chair with a Zero Gravity! Seeing that RAF is coming to, Mr. River quickly scurries out of the ring. Zero soon follows suit, taking his chair with him to clear the scene of any evidence. When RAF finally shakes out the cobwebs, he sees Santi and Freeman laid out and proceeds to make the ten count.
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a double knockout, this match has been declared a draw!
Freeman rolls out of the ring, and RAF hands him his title belt back. Fade out with a shot of Zero and Mr. Rivera standing atop the entrance ramp, basking in the glory as the crowd continues to rain boos upon them.
The show draws to a close on this unresolved note… but such things rarely remain unresolved for long in ACW. Mexico will play host to one more show before the circus leaves town… and it’s going to be something quite special.
Can you believe we’ve been watching these guys and gals for three whole years now? It’s been one heck of a ride… and the biggest ups and downs are still to come…
Tune in to Warfare on Monday, for the much trailed 3rd Anniversary Show!
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on May 31, 2007 16:13:37 GMT -5
DRAW?!?!
A DRAAAAW?!?
Jake, you're lucky......Veeery lucky!
Great show, all!
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Post by hunter on May 31, 2007 16:15:12 GMT -5
This show was nuts. And awesome. But mostly nuts.
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