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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:23:19 GMT -5
Match 5: Rattlesnake vs Starkweather
A strong contender for match of the night, this contest carried enough emotional clout to rope in even the most casual of wrestling fans, which was in some ways an odd arrangement given the demeanor of the competitors. The ever composed Starkweather took an early lead with some superb linked moves, targeting Snake’s right arm and shoulder with the attention of crippling the serpent’s legendary strike; Snake, though, had clearly learned a great deal from his previous encounters with the twisted psychiatrist, and one minor mis-timed arm wrench led directly to Stark taking a boot straight to the gut. Just because Snake had mastered his aggression didn’t make it any less potent, and a rapid sequence of jabs topped with a classic hanging vertical suplex set up the first pinfall of the match for a 2 count.
Stark’s early grip on the match was henceforth loosened, but not to the extent that Rattlesnake could then dictate the pace. A few minutes of close-in action saw the opponents up and down between mat and a standing position enough times to make even the ACW commentators remark on it; Stark continued to work Snake’s shoulder, mixing a variety of armbars with more directly aggressive throws including a gorgeously-executed version of the Relapse II (Standing headspike cutter variant). Snake kept the match tantalizingly balanced by punishing every small slip, an essential tactic against the exceptionally precise doctor; the crowd marked like crazy for the Poisonous Venom (Chaos Theory) in particular, and the attempted pinfalls came thick and fast – to take your eyes off the contest for one moment was to miss something which would doubtless be heavily discussed by the internet community in the following days.
Understanding that he couldn’t just wait for his foe to make a match-ending error, Snake thrilled the crowd by opening the match up, whipping Starkweather away from his repeatedly and guarding against the hands-on style favored by his foe. Many lesser competitors would have allowed frustration to bite, but Starkweather masters his, and uses a neat whip reversal to Discus Lariat to create an opening for himself. He moves to apply the Sensory Deprivation, a hold certain to bring victory if applied fully away from the ropes; but Snake is alert for such a tactic, and with a burst of power breaks free, spins around and goes directly for the Snakebite. The crowd roars, and Starkweather just about manages to thrash and escape before Snake can complete the move. A wince at the pressure on his shoulder gives Stark the signal he’s been looking for, and he coolly segues into his Single Arm DDT to Fujiwara Armbar combination. All the previous work on Snake’s shoulder and arm now comes into play; Snake is incredibly resilient, but the severity of the pain warns him that a lingering injury is a serious possibility. Though he is larger, Snake hasn’t the raw energy left to break out, and he has to let his head rule his unquestionably brave heart by signaling his submission to end the match.
The crowd applauds the contest raucously, whilst simultaneously comforming to expectations and booing Starkweather to the ceiling. Starkweather just allows a tiny smile to cross his face; he seems quite satisfied with his night’s work. Snake is clearly very disappointed, but he retains his dignity, and the crowd’s opinion of him has only been increased by the encounter as the show heads to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:28:52 GMT -5
Segment: I Walk, I Crawl, Losing Everything And Waiting For A Downfall (Credit: Michael)
We open up with an image that’s simple enough: Nick Durden firmly rooted to the center of the ring. He’s still bandaged up from the beating he took a long week ago. He eventually raises a mike to his mouth.
NICK You know, judging by the actions of one, XS3, on last week’s Meltdown, I got the impression that he had certain issues with me.
McNALLY If that isn’t the understatement of the year...
NICK But you see, unlike XS3, I’m more than willing to tackle personal conflicts head-on. So you know what, big man? If you want to throw down, we can do just that right now. I’ll give you a chance to march your pasty fat ass into the ring, face me eye to eye, and we’ll settle this the way real men do!
Nick paces around the ring in anticipation. The crowd is buzzing as they wait for XS3 to play his hand. They’re aren’t disappointed, though, as “Rough Hands” by Alexisonfire roars through the arena, followed soon by the arrival of XS3. The big man struts into the ring, and, as expected, Nick moves to meet him with a chest bump. The two share a brief stare-down, but the equilibrium is quickly disrupted as Nick spits a green mist straight into XS3’s eyes!
While XS3 is stumbling around in a blind daze, Nick Durden introduces XS3’s face to the trademark cricket bat. As the big man twists around in pain, Nick just starts going to town on him with the bat, hitting his legs, his back, his gut, his arms, his head, etcetera. Nick eventually fells the 6’6” beast with two straight shots to the back of the head, which gives Nick Durden enough time to look under the ring. He grabs a table, three chairs, two Singapore Canes, the ring bell, a TV monitor from the announce table, the wire connected to that monitor, and finally, a... glass baseball bat? That hasn’t been seen (near XS3 at least) for three years...
EDISON I’d normally say that even XS3 doesn’t deserve this, but after his actions these past few weeks, GET HIM! SHOW THAT BASTARD NO RESPECT, NICK! NO HONOR!
XS3 eventually gets to his knees, and sadly, gets a chair shot to the head for his trouble. Nick Durden rips off the black suit jacket, and brings XS3 back up to his knees... and it’s revealed that XS3’s bleeding. And I mean bleeding like Eddie Guerrero at Judgment Day 2004 bad, or even Bill Alfonso’s blade-job bad.
Nick Durden quickly hits XS3 with a jumping DDT onto a chair, and then grabs the glass bat. He hits it against the monitor, shattering half the bat. Nick then walks over to XS3, turns him face-up, and then starts grinding the bat into the cut in his forehead. Nick picks the bloody XS3 (whose formerly white dress-shirt is now stained down the front with his own blood, winds up... and scores a home-run into the midsection of the fallen prey.
Nick sets up a table... but the time allows XS3 to heal somewhat. As Nick turns around, he’s met with a bloody hand to the throat. As the weak XS3 attempts to lift Nick up, Nick reverses the momentum, and actually hits a DDT through the table, which Nick then links into a guillotine choke!
EDISON Jesus... I haven’t seen bleeding that bad since Fonzie vs. Beulah!
Nick Durden is eventually forced to let go as road agents, referees, and EMTs fill the ring. The Submission Magician grabs his cricket bat and raises it in the air as the crowd pops, and the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:30:29 GMT -5
Come and Take a Look in My Eyes (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Before the cameras fade into the scene, a crackling sound is heard over the cameras as crickets chirp in the background. As the cameras do eventually open, it’s a profile shot of a much more grizzled looking Adrian Flamingo whose not looking like his regular self per usual as he’s leaning against a telephone pole watching the contents of a barrel burn in the ACW parking lot. No, his usual smooth face is now covered with a thick 5 o’clock shadow and his growing hair is now hanging over his shoulders. Instead of his regular attire that consisted of variations of purple and pink, Adrian is wearing a black t-shirt and a simply pair of jeans. Just before he turns to the camera, Adrian holds up an 8X10 of himself from almost a year ago holding his two ACW awards.
“Remember this one, wrestling fans? Good times. I had been here for just a little while and I had quickly made up my own fan base and was winning awards. Man, I couldn’t go anywhere backstage without people saying my name.”
Adrian smiles as he turns his attention back to the fire and gently lets the picture fall into the flames.
“Oh yeah, those were good times, but as they say, nothing gold can stay. Of course I hadn’t realized that, though. ACW, you’re like an addiction. When times are good, being here is like the peanut butter to my jelly. When times are bad, however, you’re like spaghetti and milk, ya just don’t belong near each other. So, like I was saying, I had gained all of this momentum and then someone or something hit the emergency break and I got stuck upside down in the loopty loop. Of course I was unaware to all of this. I just sat up their patiently waiting for the ride to start back up again, all the while all the blood in my body rushed to my head. Do you know that saying ignorance is bliss? Well, I was one blissful mother fucker. I sat up in that ride while everything I loved and wanted unleashed themselves from the restraints and took the plunge - until I was by myself up there. Now, say what you want about Alexander Starkweather, but the man pointed out that if I didn’t get myself out of that fucking seat, my head was going to burst. So, like my teenage years, I was a late bloomer. What were these restraints you say? I was. No… “The Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo was the restraint that pinned me up in the middle of nowhere till I was blue in the face.”
Adrian looked back into the barrel right as the flames warped and ate away the million dollar smile that had made him a household name. If you looked past the crumbling picture, you would also see the charred remains of a few dozen pairs of sunglasses and parts of a feathered boa or two.
“Oh yeah, Big Poppa Flamingo got me noticed real quick here, but it’s also gotten my ass kicked more than it’s fair share of times. Here’s the thing about Big Poppa Flamingo, though… he’s nothing compared to what I can be. Yeah, I’ve seen what the fans at home and some of the guys in the back think about me. Hell, that’s why I’m teamed with Ricky Falco, right? “Adrian can’t wrestle! Adrian only does old school moves! Let’s put him with a new kid who lacks personality!” Oh yeah, it was real cute. I guess they thought I was going to take the kid under my wing… get it, bird pun. Yeah, it wasn’t funny at the time either. However, that’s not how things worked out. Thing is, I think he’s an ungrateful little twit for not thanking me for taking the fake fall so he could get the real one. You know what, though, that doesn’t matter. No one thought we’d make it past that match just like no one thinks we’ll make it past BK London and Thunderkiss tonight. Oh yeah, old friends, eh? I beat you guys think I’m going to talk so much shit about TK, right? You think I’m going to chew him a new one, right? Well, tough luck. I told you the last time I wrestled him, I’m done with TK. I was done with him months ago and I couldn’t be more done with him than I am right now. He can grope all the women he wants, he can get all the unfair title shots he wants, and he can continue to be the biggest twit in ACW he wants, it ain’t going to change the fact that I’m done with him. No, who I want to chew a new one is fucking BK London. BK, what do you know about me, man?”
Adrian smiled at the camera and ran his fingers through his hair as he motioned for the cameraman to follow him. As the cameraman agreed, Adrian walked away from the flaming barrel and into the backstage entrance door to the arena. As Adrian kept walking, he turned his attention back towards the camera.
“So, what does BK London know about me, eh? Let’s see, I can’t wrestle because I work like Buddy Rose and Roddy Piper apparently. I wear a lot of purple and pink. I’ve not had the best of luck here lately, oh, and I made Durden my whipping boy for awhile. So, in fact, I think that’s honestly the most anyone here knows about me. See, I don’t socialize with anyone here in ACW, because we’re all full of ourselves. In fact, you look at these stables and you’ll see that the only reason why they’re still active is because it’s one or two guys in charge and the rest are suck-ups. Senatorial Stable? That over-rated twat Senator and the born again superstar Hunter run that joint. Entourage? Thunderkiss. In fact, the only stable that isn’t full of underlings and ass-kissers would be that weird one Wyvern and Starkweather is in that no one has seen in awhile. Why? Clash of egos. Anyway, BK London, just who the fuck are you to doubt El Dand… I mean Adrian Flamingo? Seriously, dawg, just who are you to under-rate me when you don’t know the slightest thing about me?”
All the while that Adrian is talking to the camera, he’s pushing past tech people, fellow roster mates, and executives as he’s working his way down the hallway. The destination is still unknown, but the cameraman is still taking the trip. Adrian’s demeanor is also unknown at this time. His tone is almost quizzical, but the rest of his body language reads pissed off.
“ACW, do you remember when I told you all that I was going to rock you like a hurricane? Well, you’ve only witnessed the eye of my storm. You’ve only witnessed the Eye of the Flamingo… and trusts me, it can get much worse from here on in if you don’t play your cards right. Tonight, it all ends and begins again. Tonight is my Omega Effect… my Final Battle… my Starrcade… my Wrestlemania. Tonight is when I end and begin again… begin a new. Tonight, “The Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo struts out to the ring one last time and dies there when that last bell rings. So, what happens after that? Well, I’m done being your novelty act… your joke, ACW. From here on out, I become a dark comedy and show you all what Adrian Flamingo is capable of when he’s not preoccupied with making you smile and laugh. From here on out, I stop being “entertaining” and become the wrestler I was trained to be. From here on out, I stop letting assholes like Scott Andrews and BK London push me around like I’m beneath them. So tonight, Thunderkiss, I hope you can pin me… because it’s the last time you get to face “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo. So, ACW, when you need someone to go out there and make you laugh at the sake of their own dignity… who ya gonna call?”
Adrian paused as they reached a hallway and smiled as he looked up at the door of his dressing room. Instead of “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo on the sign of the door, it just read Adrian Flamingo.
“Somebody else.”
With that, The smile Adrian gave the camera wasn’t the same one that he had made his trademark all those months ago. No, this one was more… wild. Adrian turned his back to the camera and went inside his locker room while the camera focused on the pink and purple locker that he had usually kept his in-ring gear in was laid over in the hallway and smashed in. He had tried to be a nice guy, but enough was enough and it was time for a change.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:30:58 GMT -5
Segment – Abel (Credit: VorteX)
The camera fades into the Dwight Gym, where Vortex can be seen entering. Vortex looks around for a moment, and then spots Tim Dwight, directing some new talent in the ways of proper wrestling techniques. Dwight tells the pair to take a break for a bit, and then turns to Vortex.
Dwight: Vortex…I don’t usually see you around here much.
Vortex: I know, usually I train alone it seems to help me concentrate better. Today though, I’m looking for some live competition.
Dwight: I’d set you up with someone, but oddly enough there is a man who anticipated your arrival, and wants to have a sparring session, apparently for ‘old time’s sake’.
Vortex looks at Tim, a little stunned at what he’s just heard. Outside of the locker room, no one comes around Vortex except the rent guy and a few stray fans here and there. In fact, Vortex doesn’t recall a single person that has ever had a sparring session with him.
Vortex: Are you sure this guy doesn’t have me mistaken with someone else?
Dwight: Could be. Here, follow me.
Tim leads Vortex over to one of the side rings, which has seen much use in its lifetime. In the middle of the canvas a man stands, with his back to Tim and Vortex. He stands about the same height as Vortex, is wearing a flowing red trench coat, and dress shoes. His hair is a little past shoulder length and is blazing red in color. The man turns to face the pair, and it can be seen that his features are strikingly similar to Vortex’s, only the slightest differences tell them apart. The man removes his coat, and it can be seen that he is wearing a dress shirt and dress pants, obviously not typical sparring gear. The man unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt and then acknowledges Vortex.
?? : Long time no see, friend.
Something seems strikingly familiar about this man, although Vortex has no idea who he is. Vortex looks up in confusion, swearing that he’s seen this man somewhere, although where is a complete mystery.
Vortex: I really think you have me mistaken for someone else…
??: It’s a shame you can’t recognize your own brother when you see him.
Vortex: Brother?
??: Never mind that, just get in here…we have some unfinished business to take care of.
Vortex is now completely bewildered; he was an only child at birth. Vortex steps into the ring and removes his coat; he is dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, a little more prepared than this seemingly crazy man in formal attire.
Vortex: Look, I don’t know who you are, but I do know that there is no way you’re sparring in those clothes.
??: We’ll see about that.
The man starts laughing and then takes a defensive stance; his form and technique tell that he definitely has some form of martial arts background.
Vortex: Before we get started here, lets lay a few ground rules. The winner is the man who can get a three-count, alright?
??: Fine with me.
Vortex: Also, could I at least get your name?
??: You can call me Abel.
Vortex: Alright there…Abel. Let’s see what you’re made of.
Vortex and Abel circle eachother, neither one of them quick to make the first move. Vortex decides to test Abel’s reflexes, which turns out to be a rather bad idea. Vortex lunges forward, feints, and tries for a spinning sidekick; however Abel is far too quick and catches Vortex’s leg. Vortex tries for a mule kick, but Abel simply ducks under and allows Vortex to crash and burn. Vortex kips up, obviously a little flustered.
Vortex: Hmm, you’re a bit quicker than you look.
Abel doesn’t say a word, rather lunges forward with a side fist, Vortex dodges but this exactly where Abel wants him. Abel spins and delivers a spinning hook kick directly to Vortex’s head. This causes Vortex to wobble; Abel steps forward with lighting speed to deliver a kick to the leg, causing Vortex to drop to one knee. Instead of capitalizing, Abel steps backwards, a smile on his face.
Vortex: You find this funny, don’t you? Well we’ll see who’s laughing in a moment.
Vortex rises from one knee and simply bulrushes Abel. This is a huge mistake, as Abel simply steps to the side and lets Vortex’s own momentum take him sailing into the ring post, an impact that causes even Tim to shudder. Abel rushes over to Vortex, locks him around the waist and performs a perfect release German Suplex that has canvas dust flying everywhere. Vortex rolls backwards from the impact and up to one knee again, looking very ticked off. Abel laughs again, and lets Vortex rise to his feet.
Abel: You know, you’re technique is suffering lately. You used to be a lot sharper than this.
Vortex: Look, I don’t know who the hell you are but stop the psychology crap!
Vortex rushes Abel again, feints to the side and attempts to sweep Abel. Abel leaps up into the air over the sweep maneuver and lands behind Vortex, who stands up right into a sidekick delivered by Abel. Vortex stumbles backwards again, allowing Abel to come in and deliver an elbow to the gut, and then flip Vortex over into a Jujigatame Takedown. Vortex writhes in pain as Abel expertly locks in the armbar, Vortex attempts to get out of the hold but to no avail. Abel could easily dislocate Vortex’s elbow, or entire arm, but applies just enough pressure to cause the tap out.
Dwight: Alright, enough you two!
Abel releases Vortex’s arm and rolls to his feet. Vortex is a little slower to get up, holding his arm as he rises.
Vortex: Hell, you kicked my ass…in formal wear of all things.
Abel: It’s no matter. I knew that you’d be a little rusty, well a little rusty by my standards. Facing any other opponent, you’d do quite well.
Vortex: I still don’t get it, I don’t get how you know who I am, and of all things know that I would be here today.
Abel: Well, it was a lucky guess that I caught you here today. I saw your scuffle with that Andrew Hunter, and suspected you’d be in for a little training just in case he wanted to fight more.
Vortex: You…you know about Hunter?
Abel: Let’s just say, I’ve seen the show.
Vortex: Where did you learn that form, and how the hell do you move so fast? You seem to know my every move, it’s like I’m fighting a mirror or something.
Abel: You could say that, in fact that analogy is very correct. In time you’ll remember who I am, don’t worry though…you used to be much better than I ever will be.
With that, Abel exits the ring taking his coat with him. He walks out the door, leaving Vortex speechless in the middle of the ring. Vortex turns to find out where Tim went, and finds that he went back to direct the new recruits. As the camera fades out, Vortex can be seen shaking his head in absolute disbelief. Apparently, if this man is correct, Vortex has forgotten a lot more of his past then he originally anticipated. As Vortex exits the ring and walks out the door, the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:31:51 GMT -5
Segment: “Retire, Steve Phillips. Retire.” Credit: T-Kiss
Why does Thunderkiss resent Steve Phillips so much? Is it because he is a politician? He’s certainly stated in the past that he’s not a huge fan of the hypocrisy of Washington D.C. Is it because of the Senatorial Stable? He’s run into quite a few members of the Stable over the past few months, most notably Jason Freeman, and they DO stand in the way of his own interests. Or perhaps it’s the fact that the Senator is a notably famous mat wrestler, a man who knows a thousand more moves and holds than himself and is acclaimed for this knowledge. Cruiserweights and Shooters, TK loathes them like S.T.D.’s. My guess is perhaps it’s a combination of all three all wrapped into one nice package named Steve Phillips.
W.C.W.: Lift it..... lift it as if it were HIM Kiss.
It is for this reason that Steve Phillips is in trouble. Big time trouble. He’s wrestled all the greats - BK London, “Macho Man” RDK, Latino, Alicia Kitsune and the rest .... but never in his life will he face a challenge of this magnitude. Of course, you the reader are probably saying right now “come on!” but its true. Come Seven Deadly Sins, he will be locked into a cage with a man who cannot tolerate every strand and fiber that makes up his DNA and there will be no place to run. Of course, Phillips is not a man to run, and therein lies the problem. Last time these two faced off, Thunderkiss almost took his head clean off with a Goodnight Kiss. Things have changed since this time. Thunderkiss has grown even more powerful and more importantly, more violent.
W.C.W.: Can you hear the laughter Kiss?
If he is not careful, Phillips could easily end up like a pinball in that cage, bouncing around it like nobodies business. To further add to the danger, there will be no referee to stop this match up based on brutality. He will simply be there to make the three count. If things turn ugly for The Senator, there is no telling what harm his body will endure. Its already falling apart as it is, how much more abuse can it take? Out of all these professional wrestling “writers” out there, not one has given Phillips any chance of dominating this match due to sheer power. They simply don’t see The Senator taking Thunderkiss and slamming him into the steel cage with ease. It’s not going to happen. So why did you choose the cage match Senator? Why did you blatantly commit suicide? Do you know something that we do not? For your sake, I hope you do.
W.C.W.: Well, I hear them Kiss. They still laugh because they say you lack their skill, their abilities.
Everything about this match, it’s all going Thunderkiss’ way. It was as if fate approached Thunderkiss and asked “if you had the chance to end Phillips, how would you do it” and then granted his wish at Seven Deadly Sins. Fate is something Thunderkiss dare not disappoint, and thats why at this very minute, he prepares for his match by sending himself to hell. For days now he has locked himself up here, in his training facility located within his own home. Only three men have been allowed entry: his sports agent, personal trainer and “nutritionalist”. Wilcox plays the part of the motivator, constantly getting inside the mind of Thunderkiss, to drive him, drive him further than he’s ever gone before. The trainer, he makes sure the regiment takes TK’s body to the limits and beyond. The nutritionalist, well, he makes sure that its possible for TK to extend his physical strength beyond the limits of what the body can do, if you catch my drift. Together these three men have made a product, a product with only one goal, one mission - to DESTROY Senator Steve Phillips.
W.C.W.: Its time to shut them up Kiss. All of them...... LIFT IT!!
Thunderkiss: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And lift it he does. Hundreds of pounds. Over his head. Like it’s nothing. Moments later, the weights get sent straight into the wall, cracking the brick foundation. If Nancy Grace ever wanted a story, this would be it. Thunderkiss just stares at the crack in the wall, his mind changing the image to that of the head of Senator Steve Phillips. He just continues to stare at that image, oblivious to the clapping and applauding filling the room from his team. May God have mercy upon Steve Phillips, for he is the only man who can help him now.
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:32:38 GMT -5
Segment: Signing into the Future! (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The scene opens with a camera following Ricky Falco as he makes his way down the hall. He is in his wrestling gear, except he is wearing a custom Ricky Falco T-shirt. He turns down a hall and enters a room. The camera follows into the room. The room is pitch black with one light above a wooden table. On the far side of the table a man sits and two larger men stand on each side of him. Ricky, slowly, pulls his chair back and sits down.
?: So Ricky, I'm guessing you've read the contract. What do you think?
Ricky: Well Glen, I must say, this has to be one of the best deals I have ever seen. Sports cars, First Class Tickets, 5 Star Hotel rooms. I gotta sign this.
Glen: Good. Thats very good. Here is a second copy of the contract, I have signed this one already so all you need to do is sign.
Glen slides on the contract across the table along with a pen. Ricky has a big smile on his face as he signs the contract.
Glen: Now about tonight, you have guaranteed us that you will win, right?
Ricky: Yeah man, I'm going to try my best to beat Thun--
Glen: YOUR BEST?!? YOUR BEST?!? No. We need better then your best tonight. We need your bests best. Is that clear?
Ricky: OK man, calm down. I think your over reacting a little bit. Remember no matter what happens, I am still in the Battle Royal at 7 Deadly Sins. So don't worry.
Glen: Your right. And you will win that, right?
Ricky: Yeah, I will win that for sure. Now if you both don't mind, I need to go out there for my match. Its kinda important.
Glen: Alright it was nice to business with you my friend.
Ricky shakes Glen's hand and leaves the dark room. When he exits he stops and thinks about what he has done. He wonders if he should have signed that contract. Or if this is career suicide. He lets out a sigh then starts heading towards the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:32:57 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London and Thunderkiss vs Adrian Flamingo and Ricky Falco (Credit: BK) Phillip: And this match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner going to the finals of the Lethal Lottery Tournament...making his way to the ring, weighing in at225lbs from Venice Beach, California, "The Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo! "Stayin Alive" by the Fugees sounds throughout the arena and a pink light shines down on both the audience and the stage as Flamingo makes his way out to the ring with a wild strut. With his pink and purple boas and possibly the wildest entrance robe ever, he recieves a ton of boos from the crowd. He continues his way down to the ring, and holds his hands out for fans to give him a five but instead he pulls back and drives his hand through his hair. He tears up another fan's sign that says "Purple/Pink are for Panises" before heading -
Suddenly the feed for the show goes out once again, another form of technical difficulties. They cut to a quick ad of Seven Deadly Sins featuring BK London vs Jake Cheng in a Last Man Standing Match…[img src=" "] ...and once they return..the bell sounds for the match to begin.The bell sounds for the match to commence, and it appears that the powerhouse Thunderkiss and Ricky Falco are going to get this match underway. The two approach the center of the ring, and it is self-evident that Thunderkiss is the bigger man of the two and quickly he goes to swoop down on Ricky Falco with a clothesline, bu the Pure Athlete manages to duck out the way. Thunderkiss turns around and Falco begins pounding away at him with hard forearms to the chest, managing to get the big man on the ropes. Falco looks to irish whip Kiss across the ring, but he finds himself unable to budge the 350+ pounder. Thunderkiss instead pulls Falco towards him and tosses him over the top rope to the outside with ease. Falco lands near the announce table and begins to pick himself up as Flamingo simply stands there on the apron, not even thinking about helping his partner out. Falco gets back to a vertical base, and now thinks of a way to approach this huge man, but as he is doing that the ever egotistical Thunderkiss continues to showboat in the ring. Falco slides in the ring under the bottom rope and takes the International Champion head on with a huge running elbow to the jaw, managing to stagger him back a few inches. A kick to the abdomen of Thunderkiss, and now Falco backs up and hopes to take him over the top rope with a clothesline but once again Thunderkiss grabs him and simply tosses him across the ring with ease. A camera cuts to Flamingo on the apron, and he can't help but snicker at this situation. Falco manages to grab his back and he looks up at his partner, who is chuckling and once Flamingo sees him staring at him - he immediately stops. Falco doesn't look too happy with his pain being amusement to his partner, so he walks over to him and slaps him on the chest - tagging him in the match. Flamingo stares at Falco for a bit, and simply shrugs before entering the ring. Why should he be scared of fighting Kiss? His record against him is damn near flawless and he knows Thunderkiss knows this as well. Thunderkiss stares at the flamboyant one from across the ring, and actually backs up before tagging in his partner BK London. BK looks up at the 6'7" egotistical giant, and wonders why the hell did he tag out - but BK has never backed down from a challenge and he won't start tonight. BK enters the ring to a massive pop from the crowd and the pair circle the ring before locking up in a collar-elbow-tie up. Flamingo latches on a sideheadlock, which BK manages to slip out of and take him down with a rear waistlock takedown. BK floats over for the sideheadlock, but Flamingo manages to counter that into a grounded hammerlock. The pair slowly begin rising up from the mat, with the hammerlock still locked in, and quickly BK sweeps the legs from under Flamingo. Flamingo uses one of his legs to launch BK into the ropes, and as BK bounces off the ropes he rolls over on his back. BK jumps over Flamingo and quickly Flamingo hops up to his feet before leapfrogging over the former ACW Champion. BK comes off the ropes one more time and this time Flamingo looks for a hiptoss but BK counters it into a hiptoss of his own. Flamingo rises up and recieves a kick to his abdomen from BK before being whipped into the corner. The grandslam champion decides to charge the pink and purple wonder head on, but Flamingo manages to get his boot up. BK recoils a bit, holding his jaw, and Flamingo hops up to the top rope and comes down with a huge double axehandle right to the head of the Sole Survivor. He holds his head in pain upon crashing to the mat, and with Flamingo seeing that as a weak point, he continues to work over the former world champion with a flury of fists right to the bandage on the forehead. He picks BK up and plants him on the middle of the ring with a scoop slam before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a huge bionic elbow to his forehead. Flamingo makes the first cover of the match and BK manages to get his shoulder up right after two, which sort of infuriates Flamingo. Flamingo picks up BK in a front face lock and backs up to his corner where Falco manages to tag himself in to do some damage to the ACW veteran. Falco enters the ring and follows up with a right hook to the ribs, before continuing to take it to the man of many monikers. Falco manages to get BK in the corner, and now ascends to the middle turnbuckle where he begins to punch the forehead of BK. As he reaches the 7th punch, BK grabs him and manages to hit the Inverted Atomic Drop on the Pure Athlete. BK follows up with a spinning wheel kick to the jaw and both men are layed out in the center of the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:34:24 GMT -5
Slowly BK begins to crawl to his corner to tag in the big man Thunderkiss, who is itching to get into the ring, while on the otherside Flamingo doesn't seem to eager to get in the ring himself. Flamingo quickly enters the ring and runs across before hitting Thunderkiss with a baseball slide to the shins. Thunderkiss falls off the apron and hits it head first before collapsing to the ground on the outside for major heat, and now he follows RAF's orders to return back to his corner. Falco musters enough strength to rise up to his feet, and once he sees BK London rising to his feet as well he grabs him and plants him wtih a Impaler DDT before making a cover, but BK once again manages to get his shoulder up. Falco can't believe it, the crowd can't believe it, and Flamingo certainly doesn't look too enthusiatic about BK staying alive in this match. Falco mounts over BK and starts delivering blow after blow to his forehead before picking him up and setting him on the top rope. Another chop to his forehead follows and now Ricky Falco ascends to the top rope as well. Falco sets him up for the superplex, which while is a high impact manuever that will hurt him as well, will possibly take out BK once and for all. BK begins to fight his way out of the suplex and manages to push Falco off the top rope onto the ground below to a huge pop from the crowd. BK perches himself on the top rope, to possibly follow up with another manuever, but Flamingo runs down the apron and interferes once again, pushing BK off the top rope.
BK's neck snaps off the top rope and he hits the ground following that, and now both men lay motionless in their respective areas of the ring. Thunderkiss has climbed to the apron and now he holds his arm out for a tag from the champion, and Flamingo knows that if he can tag in he can lock in that Wet Dream and take BK out once and for all, capitalizing on this situation. BK is inches away from Thunderkiss as Falco makes the tag to Flamingo, and the every flamboyant superstar enters the ring and makes a fast break for London. Before he can intercept, BK dives and makes the tag to Thunderkiss who enters the ring and takes down the purple and pink wonder with a clothesline. Flamingo gets up again and now Thunderkiss slams him down to the mat with a hefty scoop slam. Falco attacks Thunderkiss from behind, but it has little to no effect, and he quickly recieves a headbutt for his trouble. Slowly Flamingo begins to get up and Thunderkiss whips him across the ring into the opposing ropes. Thunderkiss hopes to land a clothesline but Flamingo manages to duck under before jumping on the back of the huge behemoth and locking him in the Wet Dream. Thunderkiss flails around, attempting to get Flamingo off his back somehow but it's no use, he's beginning to fade. Slowly he drops down to one knee in the middle of the ring, and Flamingo can only smile as he has him right where he wants him. He attempts to reach out for the ropes, but Flamingo uses his entire body weight to send Thunderkiss crashing to the mat on his side.
RAF slides on over and lifts up Thunderkiss' arm, and it flops down to the mat. He lifts it again, and once again the arm comes crashing down to the mat. Once more to end this match, and just as the arm is going down BK London manages to slide in the ring and stop the arm from hitting the mat. A few stiff boots to the head sends Flamingo rolling off of Thunderkiss. Flamingo rolls to his corner and Falco makes the blind tag. With Thunderkiss still out on the mat and BK trying to wake him up, Falco enters the ring and pushes the former ACW Champion through the ropes and to the mat below. Falco sees his opportunity to get his biggest win in his career thus far as he ascends to the top rope and signals for the UFO (Ultimate Flying Object - Moonsault Leg Drop). Falco dives off the top rope, and Thunderkiss manages to move a the last second. Luckily Falco lands on his feet, but unluckily for him, a few short moments later BK enters the ring and connects with the Shades of Michaels right to his jaw. A pop follows that finishing manuever and Thunderkiss rises up before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a Senton Drop on the Pure Athlete. Flamingo rises up in the corner as he sees Thunderkiss makes the cover, and while he has the option to break it up, he simply exits the ring and RAF counts the three.
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winners of this match, and advancing to the finals of the Lethal Lottery Tournament, BK London and Thunderkiss!
"God of Thunder" sounds through the speakers and an enormous pop from the team of BK London and Thunderkiss can be heard. Thunderkiss rises up, and BK is so caught up in the moment that he jumps on Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss holds BK up in the air as they celebrate making it to the finals, and suddenly they quickly back up from one another - remembering that they don't like each other. RAF raises both of their arms up in victory as Flamingo takes one look back from the stage before disappearing behind the curtain.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:34:58 GMT -5
Segment: “No More Looking Back” Credit: T-Kiss [Its taken a very long time, however as they say .. “good things come to those who wait”. Thunderkiss stands victorious over Adrian Flamingo, and the monkey is finally off his back. Well, sorta, considering this was not a singles match and a tag match, but lets not get too technical tonight shall we? It is HIS night, his time to finally celebrate this win. Not only that, but this couldn’t have come at a better time. He is now in the finals of the Lethal Lottery tournament, and only just a handful of wins away from achieving the ultimate goal. Obviously elated, Thunderkiss hangs around the ringside arena longer than normal tonight, gloating this victory to the world, and more importantly, to Flamingo himself.] Thunderkiss *shouting*: Who ya gunna call now?! Hahahahhaa! I’ll tell you who! The INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION of the WORLD, BROTHER![Thunderkiss takes the belt and kisses it square in the middle, before raising it up high for everyone to see, like a lighthouse beacon powered by 100% ego. When he thinks he’s finally made his point, he drops the belt to his shoulder and begins to make the long walk to the back, thinking simply about a number - the number 2.] ..2 wins to the top.. ..2 wins to the best.. [As he turns through the entranceway, his emotions grow even more sentimental. Thunderkiss remembers the first time he stepped through this curtain, coming out as the underdog. Wow, have things changed. Now he is the favorite, and he isn’t quite sure how to take that. Throughout his career, Thunderkiss has been fighting off the criticism and the nay sayers. Now those very people proclaim him to win the big one, to position himself as the future of the company. Now, he doesn’t have to fight this battle anymore but part of him simply cannot let go - cannot accept that he is at the top looking down. This part of his inner self wants to always remain the forever underdog, the person people silently cheered for and not against. The greater part overrides this feeling, realizing its now time to move forward and not dwell on the past. Its now time for the new underdogs, the new favorites to step forward, and its time for Thunderkiss to accept where he is and never look back.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:36:11 GMT -5
Segment: A Quick Word… (Credit: Andrew Williams)
“Golden Tiger” Andrew Williams is slowly walking through the backstage area, clutching the back of his head after his win over 7’0” monster, Kenji Zakahashi. The fact that he’s still in some pain now shows how tough the match was, as Charlotte appears, running after him with a cameraman in tow.
Charlotte: Andrew…ANDREW!
Hearing his name being called Williams spins around, never taking his hand from the back of his head, and smiles warmly as Charlotte comes into his view.
Williams: Hello, a quick word I’m guessing?
Charlotte smiles and she comes to a halt, working to steady her breathing as he cameraman struggles to do the same.
Charlotte: Yes, please. I just wanted to ask you how you feel after obtaining your first victory within an ACW ring?
Williams: It feels great, not as great as it should have felt but great nonetheless. I still regret the fact I had to face Lambert’s trained animal and not him, but I will get him in the ring, sooner rather than later.
Charlotte: Ok, now do you mind if my cameraman gets a quick shot of the wound on the back of your head? I understand that the stitches tore during your match against Kenji Zakahasi.
Williams: No problem…
Williams tilts his head to the side so that the cameraman can get a good view of the wound, which is surrounded by matted hair. He then puts his hand back over it and turns to face Charlotte once more.
Williams: Yeah, they did burst. I think it was either after the Big Boot or the Brainbuster, I couldn’t tell you for sure. Either way I’ve gotta pay the medic another visit and I get the feeling he’s not going to be too happy about it…he warned me off competing after all.
Charlotte: Well thanks for talking to me, I think I’d better let you go get that seen to as soon as possible.
Andrew: No problem, any time.
Williams then turns and walks away heading, presumably, towards the medic’s office.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:37:01 GMT -5
Closing Segment: There's a swerve at the end (Credit: BK/Jake) The night’s matches are done, but the show’s not quite over yet. As the sounds of "Stronger" by Kanye West blast throughout the speakers, the crowd nearly blows the top off the arena with the enormous pop for ACW superstar, BK London. BK walks through the smoke, but unlike most of his entrances lately, he is accompanied by someone - a little someone named Kiley. The two hold hands as they make their way down the ramp before making thie way into the ring.
Kiley doesn't look to be in the mood for games, while there is a bit of a smile over the face of the former ACW Champion. BK calls for the mic and along with the song fading out, the lighting in the arena returns to normal.BK: Now I know you folks have seen some questionable stuff including me over the past few shows, but I'm here to set the record straight tonight. And that is basically, I am NOT in any way affiliated with my fan Bryanna. The only woman I could ever love is standing in this ring right beside me.. He turns to Kiley.BK: They apple of my eye.. He takes one step closer.BK: My heart, my soul... He takes another step towards her.BK: The mother of my children.. Kiley looks up at her husband and her eyes are beginning to tear up, but she quickly wipes her eyes dry.BK: Kiley Johnson. BK leans down and the two share a kiss in the ring, which gets a bit of an applause from the fans in the attendance tonight. Once they finish locking lips, BK turns his attention towards the stage/alphatron.BK: But tonight, we demand an apology. Moreso my wife demands an apology, so we are asking for Bryanna to come to this ring right now to deliver it. The two wait a brief moment, before Bryanna appears from the back.
She makes her way down the ramp from the back, still attired in BK London merchandsie and as she takes her time to enter the ring, Kiley doesn't take her eyes off me. If looks could kill, Bryanna would be pushing up daises at the moment with the way Kiley has her eyes on her.
Bryanna stands before the couple with the mic in her hand, a little shakey since this is her first appearance in the ring, in front of a live audience.Bryanna: Hello you guys, now, I know for the past few weeks I have grown to be a thorn in your backsides but...but...I just can't help it. BK London is like my idol! I've been watching him from his first match in ACW, and I've loved him ever since. I've seen him grow up and mature on television. I've got his DVDs. I've set up a fan club. I've written him letters and letters. I guess you can say, I'm a bit obsessed with BK. But can you blame me? Grimace.
The only word that can be used to describe the expression on Kiley's face as she continues to hear Bryanna going on this rant. While BK seems a bit amused, but once he turns towards Kiley he gets a bit more serious.BK: That's all fine and dandy, but that doesn't change the fact that you decided take it upon yourself and kiss me, knowing that I am already married. That's sexual harassment, and I'd call the police if it wasn't for that double standard. Now apologize to my wife! Bryanna: Listen Kiley, I'm sorry if I in anyway endangered your marriage. It's just - no - it's not justifable at all. I'm really really sorry! I really mean it to. BK: Honey, do you accept her apology? Kiley: ........no. BK: What? Bryanna: What? Kiley: You expect me to accept an apology for something like that? Bitch, you get on all fours like the dog you are and THEN apologize to me. BK: Now don't you think that's a li- Kiley: DO IT! Bryanna's wondering where the hell Jake is at the moment as she slowly begins to get down on her knees, and now her hands. And she looks up at Kiley.Bryanna: I'm sorry! I'm sorry Kiley! Kiley: Much better. BK: Get up now Bryanna. She rises up from the mat and dusts herself off.BK: Have you learned your lesson now? Bryanna: Learned my lesson, oh yes. But the question is, have you learned yours.. Kiley raises one eyebrow but BK is in another world. A red flag goes off in his head as he turns around and sticks his arms out. The crowd is shocked and cheers for BK, but there is only surprise on Jake Cheng's end of the chair. BK smiles across at Jake, who is surprised he saw this coming and within seconds the former ACW Champion overpowers his opponent.
Jake is sent tumbling to the mat, and BK throws down the chair before grabbing Jake and tossing him into the corner. After a flury of punches to his jaw and his eye, BK whips him across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. Jake bounces out the turnbuckle and BK spears him down to the mat. Jake rolls around on the mat, holding his abdomen in pain and BK eyes the steel chair on the ground next to him. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as he advances towards the weapon and picks it up before staring over at Jake on the ground. And moments later, BK raises the chair over his head and looks to strike the champion.
Being the amazing Light-Heavyweight that he is, Jake ducks and rolls out of harm's way. He looks around. Bryanna/Ashley got the hell out of there now that the plan is in shambles, but Kiley still stand motionless in the ring. BK closes in on Jake, aiming right for the crowd of his head. He goes in for the kill, but in the last second something moves. Jake pulls Kiley by her hand into the way of the steel shot, and without time to react or pull back, the chair connects with the head of his wife sending her down to the mat.
Jake practically flies out of the ring as BK attends to his wife. At this point, Bryanna is nowhere to be found. Cheng yells "You did it!" as BK gives his the stare of death. Jake makes his way to the back as BK continues to check on Kiley's vital signs. She is motionless in the ring and BK manages to get out the way of the officials and doctors before throwing a tantrum on the outside.
Oh god, I am choking because the plot is so thick…
Meltdown ends as dramatically as it began, and the weave of the web is drawing ever tighter.
Deceptions, double-dealing, physical and psychological warfare… and that’s just the scrap for the last post-show strawberry smoothie. Can things get any more complicated in ACW?
Somehow, I think they can.
Tune in for Warfare to find out… assuming that you’re not totally absorbed by the Deathly Hallows, or something.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Jul 19, 2007 16:39:44 GMT -5
SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE IN THE KITCHEN WITH A CANDLESTICK
Great show all.
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Post by jonnyomega on Jul 19, 2007 16:47:24 GMT -5
You fail Dan, Dumbledore died in the last book
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Post by Fallen Souls on Jul 19, 2007 16:50:34 GMT -5
I lost?..and I'm gonna lose again!? WHEN DO I GET TO WIN?!
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Post by chengling on Jul 19, 2007 17:04:01 GMT -5
Another pretty impressive segment from Echo with "Shelter." She clearly shows a mastery of detail, as there was a very palpable sense of tension throughout. Even though nothing really came out of it, it was still quite thrilling to read it.
These new Flamingo promos like "Heart Problems" continue to impress me. I once thought Flamingo only had a gift for words while talking trash, but now he's demonstrating his gift of insight. Also noteworthy is his artistic use of language to really paint an image. Whereas before, his promos included a slew of words, now his promos include one very powerful, effective line that ties everything up. Great structuring at work here.
"See New Places, Meet New People, Kick Them In The Face" was by far the most impressive segment of the show. Very rarely do we get to see the psychology of the fighters in a match, but this segment provided incredible insight as to what fighters must be thinking during the process of a struggle. The fact that the actual action of the fight was quite exciting didn't hurt either.
"Retire, Steve Phillips. Retire" is another one of those awesome TK promos that focus on TK's intense fighting spirit. Like I said about his Omega Effect promo, whenever TK takes a match seriously, that pretty much guarantees it's gonna be a classic, and this has me looking forward to TK v. Phillips.
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