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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:59:02 GMT -5
Segment: It’s Here…Well, soon enough (Credit: ?) The camera opens to the Alphatron, which flickers slightly. Epic music begins to play, and two shadowy figures appear on the screen.Voice: Two men…unite to fight against evil.It shows images of Norse-like props in the background, including a poorly made Viking ship out of cardboard, and images of Vikings clearly drawn in paintimg514.imageshack.us/img514/8451/yeahpv2.pngVoice: Teaming up once again to defend good from the bad seeds of ACWThe two shadow creatures a shown again, side by side, with the image of Thor smashing his hammer on the ground in the background.Voice: And they come to you, 30th August…A countdown appears in front of the shadowy men, counting down from the 14 days14 Days 13 Days, 23 Hours, 59 Minutes, 59 Seconds 13 Days, 23 Hours, 59 Minutes, 58 Seconds Etcetera Etcetera Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:59:41 GMT -5
Segment: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (Credit: Dan)
“Hello” by Oasis hits, and the crowd all know the usual shindig, although it’s been a long time since that music’s actually had the chance, as Commissioner Dan White has been a tad lazy in recent weeks. Regardless, Dan walks down the ramp, wearing his Aviators and wearing a nice, formal pinstripe suit with a pink shirt and tie. He ignores the jeers of the crowd, entering the ring and collecting a microphone.
Commissioner Dan: So, it becomes apparent that there has been a bit of an absence as far as I am aware. Now I know it’s been a while since I got to speak to you, my dear fans, but lo and behold, here I am!
Cheap boos
Commissioner Dan: Anyways….just here to acknowledge the members of this little Light-Heavyweight…thing…Vortex, Jake and Nick Durden.
There’s a pop for the mention of Durden.
Commissioner Dan: Yeah, yeah….I know. ANYWAYS, those three aren’t really my three favourite people in the world. So I brought it upon myself to decide on something: those three want the Light-Heavyweight title? They got it. However there’s going to be a little twist on things come Heatwave.
There’s a brief pause, and the fans quieten as they await this announcement.
Commissioner Dan: Those three men will engage in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match…with a twist! Basically, there are those three men in the ring! And the first rule is once someone goes through a table, they are eliminated from the match! And then, my fine technicians do their magic and lower the Light-Heavyweight title from the rafters, and from there, the ladder shall be effective!
There’s a cheer for the innovative stipulation of the match
Commissioner Dan: So that’s all I have for you tonight. Anyways I shall be heading off if you wi-
He’s frightfully rudely interrupted by Chairman Gingerdude, who looks elevated, meaning that he has good news. He waits on top of the ramp, before giving his announcement.
Gingerdude: Hello ACW, Dan. Long time no see.
Dan awkwardly looks at Gingerdude.
Commissioner Dan: Likewise. What business do you have here?
Gingerdude: Well it came to my attention that Heatwave will be your anniversary since you hit your head really hard and took what…a year out of competing. Now we all know that head injuries can be very serious and can lead to time out of…well, about 3 or 4 weeks.
There’s a brief pop rising, but Dan fails to get the point.
Commissioner Dan: Your point?
Gingerdude: Well I think it would be a great idea if, since you still fit the bill, you were included in the Light-Heavyweight title match. I mean surely your poor booboo has healed by now.
There’s a slight pop, but Dan removes his sunglasses, slightly livid.
Commissioner Dan: You can’t do that to me! I’m the Commissioner, damnit! And as Commissioner, I rescind your decision!
Gingerdude: Oh, that’s the other thing! Unhappy at your general attitude to feel like you can turn up whenever you damn well please, as well as putting a negative face on this company by partying until the small hours, the Board of Directors have decided that you are no longer the Commissioner of this federation, effective immediately!
This brings a huge pop, and Dan throws his sunglasses in the floor, jumping about, absolutely raging. He leans over the ropes, ranting and trying to string words together.
Dan: YOU CAN’T-ASTA…KA….KA…..BLEGH!
Gingerdude: Thank you, and good day!
Gingerdude’s theme hits again and he leaves to a large pop, as Dan continues having a tantrum in the ring. But despite not being the Commissioner, he still has that title shot now at Heatwave, and a chance to help Entourage capture more gold…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:00:29 GMT -5
Segment: Radiant Complex (Credit: FSX)
Life can be an odd thing to comprehend at times, or to simply understand why something is occurring. If your not careful, or simply not paying enough attention to what is happening around you, it is quite possible to become lost in darkness. In fact, if you happen to pay just enough attention to everything that is occurring around you, it becomes quite obvious that there are those intent on driving your life into the pits of hell. Yes, there are a select few with good intentions, and perhaps even a select few with good intentions that become bad, but they are impossible to find if you don't look in the right places...or have the right people helping you. These right people though, may have their own ill intentions all along as well, and there truly is nothing that can be done about that...
Perhaps that is the worst problem for someone that finds themselves in severe depression; someone who is a broken shell in need of assistance..they never know who will come to give it. That's the problem that is befalling a young woman who currently goes by the name of Christine Leon-Irvine, at least it's assumed that is her problem, as a man with dark intentions looks to help her for all of the wrong reasons. That man is one known throughout the world by many names....'Ascan Mana'.....'Ray Mana'.....'Xavier Mana'......and aside from those ridiculously fake names, Fallen Souls. You see, Fallen was having some serious hatred for her 'current' husband Matt Irvine, and had already saved her from his assault. She hadn't really been seen since then, and perhaps it was for the best. Or perhaps, she hadn't been needed...yet. What sinister plan could be afoot? Or perhaps, just in action...
Fallen could be seen in the backstage area now for the first time since earlier in the evening, where he generally went temporarily insane and possibly caused Kevin Anderson's life to flash before his eyes. Good times. Hangin' in a chow li-- anyway, there was a sort of glazed look in his eyes as he traveled through the backstage area aimlessly, not necessarily searching for anything in the labyrinth..except perhaps for signs of life. But even that didn't seem to cross his path, as he was in the barren empty part of the locker room. The fact it happened to be close to the former lair of Pain Inc was simply coincidence, and the fact that cries of help could still be heard from that room was simply disturbing. He continued his random quest, before coming to a stop, spotting two interns speaking in the distance, as a sadistic grin slowly grew on his face. What could he possibly have planned for forgettable, unloved, lonely university grad students that have to get there degree through interning? ...OH NO!
But it didn't appear Fallen was looking to make the two interns into makeshift strippers as he approached them. He appeared to have something else in mind.
FSX: You two...I need your help with something.
Intern #1: Hmm..? You need a coffee or something? Perhaps directions?
Intern #2: Or maybe even a good song and dance number!! ~Oh there once, was a man! He was quite the fan! Of someone by the name...of YOUUU!~
Both Fallen and the first Intern simply stare in disbelief as the second brakes into song, before they both clearly move away from him.
Intern #1: Anyway...what do you need?
FSX: I need someone to get a message to Matt Irvine's former wife.
Intern #1: Actually, I'm pretty sure there still--
FSX: DOESN'T matter..I just need someone to tell her that I've found her quite the reasonable individual to take her out on a romantic evening.
The smirk that came to his face after he said this led to the Intern laughing to himself, actually moving over to pat Fallen on the back. FSX quirks an eyebrow at the grinning man, before taking a step away from him.
Intern #1: Oh, I get it! You want to have a taste of the pie Durden slipped his magical staff into.
FSX: Magical..staff....?
Intern #1: Oh YOU know what I'm talking about! Ride the pony!
FSX: Ride....the pony?!
Intern #1: Strangle Hitler's mom...? Spank your uncle's wife? Kick a small dog?
FSX: ....What the fuck are you talking about?!?!
Intern #1: Have sex with her.
FSX: Ohhhhhhhhh.....I thought you might of meant that..but then you mentioned strangling Hitler's mother.
Intern #1: Yeahh, I'm not even sure where I was going with that.
There's a brief pause there, as the Intern rubs the back of his head, before Fallen sighs.
FSX: Anyway, no. I don't mean me.
Intern #1: Oh..Well who then? Durden?
FSX: No.
Intern #1: Hunter?
FSX: Nah.
Intern #1: Will Anger? Steve Phillips? Nelson Mandela? The Pope? Sugar Ray? Charles Manson? Jame London? Me?
The urge to slap the taste out of this man's mouth was quite overpowering, but the consequences simply weren't worth it. If he was to destroy this Intern, after all, he'd have to speak to the other one. Who, mind you, was still singing. Scary. So, unfortunately, Fallen had to restrain himself and simply shake his head.
FSX: Ok, could you just go and tell her to go to 'Chez Mazomazo' In about three hours? She'll meet her date there.
Intern #1: Should I get ready to eat too?
FSX: ...Why? Are you hungry?
Intern #1: I am if your paying!
Fallen simply shook his head and walked past the man, contemplating going to the musical Intern before he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Intern #1: Ok, ok, I'll do it. You can count on me!
FSX: Perfect. Now get going.
Intern #1: Right!!
With that, the man was suddenly gone! Perhaps he was racing through the hallway to find Christine in incredible time, or perhaps he was running from something. But what was there really to run from around here? They were a safe distance from Pain Inc's old locker room, and Gary had been missing for months. What else could it...Oh...right..and as if on cue, the other musical Intern came running over, clutching on to an arm of Fallen's as he dropped to his knees. Fallen appeared quite startled at first, before immediately attempting to shake loose of him.
FSX: What the fu--
Intern #2: ~So pleeeease! Please just take meee!! Sexually!! Oh please please please pleaseee!~
FSX: Oh fuck NO!
With that FSX began to struggle more intensely, trying to escape the death lock of the man as he seemed to only be dragging him along behind him, looking around for anyone that could be of assistance but seeing no one in sight. So this is why he heard screams of agony from this hallway..it suddenly all made sense!! But would he be able to escape? Or honestly, was there any true way to escape the clutches of an Intern who simply wants to sing his love of sexual relations with the various strangers that pass him by all day? How would such a raunchy situation end? Would Rena appear? And perhaps an actually important question arises; what does FSX have planned for Christine? We'll have to find out at a later date, as he doesn't seem ready to let go! Oh no!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:01:59 GMT -5
Segment: Some Much Needed Rebuttal (Credit: Scott)
After Scott’s win against Jake Cheng on Warfare, Scott was in a good mood; until he witnessed Adrian’s interview with Charlotte King. His blood boiled as that conniving, deceitful, immature but crafty Flamingo talked rubbish on Scott when he was unable to defend himself. So that’s where an in ring promo comes in.
The camera shifts to the arena and scours the fans until “For My Enemies” starts to blare across the speakers and the fans begin to cheer. Red and white pyros boom as Scott Andrews makes his way onto the ramp in his backstage attire, microphone in hand. He makes his way to the ring, acknowledging fans as he goes.
Scott reaches the stairs and ascends to the apron before entering the ring through the middle and top rope. He raises his arms to garner another round of pop’s and cheers before his music fades and he takes his spot in the middle of the ring.
Scott: Now I don’t know if you people know why I’m out here tonight, but let me make it real simple; Adrian Flamingo.
BOO!
Scott: On Warfare he once again found it necessary to sit ringside and act like a fool to purposely get my attention and put me off; and last week he said he could do it because he was a wrestling fan and that’s fair enough to a certain degree, but see things are more personal than just a fan-to-wrestler ratio, Adrian. I know you’re just trying to piss me off to get a reaction, to see if I crack!
Scott’s face is red by the end of the sentence and with a glare that could pierce diamond he stares into the barrel of the camera lens.
Scott: …But it’s not going to work, Adrian. I think you give yourself too much credit for being a tactical genius in this situation. I may have a short temper, but I can hold it in if I have to, and rest assured, next time I meet you in the ring I’m gonna let it all out…every - last - bit. I’m not trying to play police officer, Adrian, I’m merely here to make sure punks like you don’t go around here acting like you own the place or get all high and mighty among other reasons. It just pisses me off when scumbags get away with the shit they do; that’s where I come in. I’m not policing ACW, I’m just doing what I think needs to be done.
Scott moves to the other side of the ring.
Scott: And as for me being paranoid about criticism and hunting down every fan who doesn’t like me?...Pfft, this isn’t about criticism, Adrian, this is about you thinking you can get away with whatever the hell you want, and Scott Andrews being the one who’s going to stop you. You say I don’t respect you? I haven’t shown you any respect? Well, you’re right. But see there’s something you obviously missed at the board meeting, Flamingo and that is this; do unto others. And by that I mean if you show me respect, I’ll show you respect, and if not; I show you my dark side. It’s a simple philosophy really, Adrian. So you ask what I’m going to do to earn your respect? - - - Absolutely nothing; I don’t need it your respect, nor will I ever need it. It’s people like you that give me the fire inside, the passion to fight; so in that regard I thank you, but in the ring, when I beat the crap out of you and teach you a most valuable lesson, that Scott Andrews doesn’t take shit from anybody, the pleasure will be all mine…
“For My Enemies” begins to play as Scott moves towards the ropes and exits the ring. He walks up the ramp as the camera begins to fade to commercials.
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:02:42 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs Kudo Yasuda
Zero making it to this match at all after all he’s been through this week is a minor miracle; the crowd seems to appreciate this, and initially sides with him as the match with Kudo commences. Unfortunately, Zero could hardly have come up against a less forgiving opponent; Kudo has no patience with any sort of weakness and the first pin comes not 20 seconds into the match as Zero takes a heavy elbow to the head and Kudo goes for a flash pin. Kickout before the 2, and the wake-up call appears to do its job, with the next two to three minutes being far more closely contested; Zero is out to make a strong impression now he is back from his suspension, and he manages to use a bridging german suplex out of nowhere to grab a sly 2 when Kudo allows him to duck out of his sight for a few moments.
The crowd continues to support Zero as he hits a lovely springboard armdrag; Kudo seems annoyed, although not entirely surprised, and comes back with a handspring elbow in response. The two roam around the ring making full use of the space; Kudo doesn’t seem to want the match to drag on, and twice Zero has to dodge the Yakuza Knee to stay in the game. Kudo’s highly offence-based strategy has a downside in its energy requirement, though, and Zero shows that he’s maturing somewhat (in the ring if not necessarily outside of it) by exploiting the dips in Kudo’s energy levels, trapping his foe in the corners and using some good old-fashioned punches and a few theatrical chops as a prelude to a monkey flip. After the second such exchange, Zero goes for a cover, gets two, and then has Kudo turn it over for a two of his own; Zero impudently shoves Kudo off, and now the tensions are really running high…
“Full on” would be the best way to describe the final minutes of the match. Zero throws himself into a spirited quest for the three count, successfully hitting the Plague by jumping over a charging attack from a fired-up Kudo, only for Kudo to kick out just before the three. Equally, Kudo causes a mass mark-out moment with the K.O.Exploder, and the fans think it’s over there and then – yet still Zero battles out of the cover, not yet ready to give in. Another couple of minutes pass with the action swinging back and forth; in the end it comes down to a rapid sequence, as Kudo sets up for his biggest Yakuza Knee of the evening; it almost connects, but Zero jumps aside and grabs Kudo for the Zero Darkness. Feeling his opponent’s grip, Kudo lashes out behind him with an elbow almost too fast to see; Zero staggers, and Kudo charges the ropes, rebounds at massive speed, and nails the Roaringiri with stunning force. Zero falls, losing all track of position and time, and Kudo is able to pin him for the 1,2,3.
There can be no doubt of Kudo’s skills, and the fans show appreciation, but it is not as warm as perhaps it could be. Such is the path which Kudo’s choices have led him down, and his reaction remains as steady and hard to read as ever as he heads to the back and the show cuts to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:04:04 GMT -5
Segment: Dreams and Nightmares (Credit: AK)
Fear dies only when hope perishes alongside it.
This is the quandary which Alicia Laureano has been considering for several days, and it is still circling her mind as she finishes her preparations for her upcoming match. There has been so much to take in, and yet so few answers as a result.
The seething mass of bitter anger she witnessed in a Starkweather-shaped shell on Warfare is truly the stuff of her worst nightmare made flesh… but perhaps not in the way which the doctor himself believes.
Alicia has known from an early stage of her wrestling career that the path she has chosen is a hazardous one. She has lost count of the times she has questioned her choice; it seems sometimes that every other week another wrestler is found dead at a vastly premature age. And every time it happens, she knows that those close to her are forced to endure that momentary premonition on her behalf, to look the shadow in the face. Just the thought of that makes Alicia feel a sense of guilt.
And yet she also knows that they bear this weight, if not lightly, then with the fortitude which only real love can produce. To Alicia, true love is not the sugary stuff of a hundred thousand pop songs; it is the quiet voice which says “yes” to that commitment to another, even though we know that it is limited in duration. The only guarantee we have is that eventually we will be severed from everyone and everything we care for.
Folding the sleeves on her long white coat, Alicia silently considers the horror of that enforced parting. Her fear paints a picture, but she cannot even begin to guess at its accuracy; and having seen at close range just what that force can do, she shudders afresh. In her silent contemplation, she is the last person in the world who would truly question the corrosive power of another’s grief.
She walks to her dressing table, and begins to brush her hair. Though the saying is clichéd, Alicia can think of none more apt; you never know quite what you have until it is gone.
“There are already too many tragedies in life which we can do nothing to prevent,” she thinks… “but the destruction of this federation is not one of them.”
The more she looks in the mirror, the more Alicia realizes that she cannot lose her fear of what she faces entirely; for unlike her opponent, she is far from being bereft of hope. Instead, she has to turn fear into its own mirror image… that of courage.
Not courage to destroy a monster, but courage to somehow absorb its hatred and poison and not be poisoned in turn. The courage to stand until all his stored venom is spent, the beast exhausted and with blunted teeth and broken claws, confronted at last with the futility of his actions.
And then?.......
Alicia doesn’t know. Maybe facing that will require the greatest courage of all.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:05:30 GMT -5
Segment – The truth about Midgets (Credit: VorteX)
As we return from commercial the camera pans around the ACW area, which as always is electric in nature. After Dan’s earlier announcement tonight, fans can’t wait for Heatwave to see what a “Delayed TLC” is really like. As the fans discuss this amongst themselves, “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. Instead of toting his signature ladder he has something much smaller on his shoulder. After a quick inspection it can be seen that Vortex is carrying none other than an unconscious “Super Bad” Tad Johnson. Vortex saunters down to the ring, not before dropping Tad a few times on the way of course. He finally makes it to the ring, and slides a now fully awake and angry Tad under the ropes. Fortunately for all in attendance the little man is tied and gagged, thwarting any attempts at shenanigans. Vortex goes to the side of the ring, grabs a microphone, and returns to the center.
Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.
The crowd is going nuts now, and a “You caught Lucky” chant starts up. Vortex stands there looking at Tad for a while, waiting for the noise to die down.
Vortex: As you can plainly see, I caught the bastard!
A large pop ensues and the arena is filled with noise, more chants start up and a few little people in the front row start throwing things before being taken out by security.
Vortex: Thing is, it wasn’t very easy. I had to bait him with a can of miracle grow…and the rest is really history.
Some laughter ensues out of the crowd at the cheap joke, other members continue to make a lot of noise, and a small section even starts booing.
Vortex: Yeah, yeah, the joke wasn’t very good. Ah well, if I was out here to tell jokes I’d be a comedian. Instead, I’m out here to basically illustrate that Dan’s little ‘distraction’ failed. Sure, the little guy had me on a cat and mouse chase for a few weeks, but now that’s all taken care of and I can finally get down to business.
The crowd noise has died down a bit, and a few fans seem to be getting restless. Vortex takes note of this and rolls Tad around the ring a bit, which seems to gather more crowd intensity, both good and bad.
Vortex: As you all know, at Heatwave we’re having ourselves a little “Delayed TLC”. Of all the matches I’ve been in, I can’t say I’ve ever been in one of those. Thus, I’m a little eager to participate, as I have a certain love for destruction.
This statement gets the crowd going again, as they also seem to have a love for destruction. Tad begins to roll around the ring furiously, yelling some incomprehensible garble and attempting to flip the bird, but alas his hands are a bit tied at the moment.
Vortex: You see, I’m not only eager to participate in the match, I’m eager to strip the Lightweight Title off of Jake’s waist. He’s had the thing far too long, and from my point of view he’s lost respect for what it means. Jake’s taking this whole fatal fourway a bit too lightly, and that my friends, is a rather ‘fatal’ mistake if you know what I mean.
Of course this starts up a “That pun sucked” chant and a few other not so great chants, which Vortex quickly begins laughing at. Tad continues to squirm and Vortex continues pacing the ring before speaking again.
Vortex: If I look at my other two opponents I can’t really say I’m impressed. On one hand we have Durden, who is caught in his own conundrum of how to beat Jake but not be like Jake. The whole line of thinking sucks to be honest, and he’s way too focused going into this one. Jake’s not his only problem, trust me.
Split reaction on this one, half the crowd cheers this line of thinking and the other half boo’s this line of thinking. Vortex doesn’t seem to care either way as he goes on speaking.
Vortex: On the other hand, we have Dan White. The man wrestled in ages and pretty much tried to squirm his way out of this one every which way possible. Am I scared of him? HELL NO.
A large pop from that statement and the arena fervor grows again. Tad starts bouncing up and down attempting to free himself, but in reality is wrapping the ropes tighter. Before the little man hangs himself, Vortex loosens the ropes a bit and then kicks him to ringside and asks for the staff to get rid of him, preferably in the nearest dumpster.
Vortex: My motive is clear. I’m not playing any games here; I WILL win that title come Heatwave. Doesn’t matter what stipulation you put on the match, it’ll still have the same damn outcome.
Another small pop from this statement and a few favorable chants start up. Vortex stands there for a moment taking this in, and then continues.
Vortex: And lastly, Jason Freeman. You sat there last week whining and complaining about not having a match. Well now you do. My advice to you is come match time you’d better have your personal issues worked out or it’s going to be lights out.
With that Vortex drops the microphone, which emits a considerable amount of static as it strikes the mat. “Out of the Ashes” hits again, and Vortex returns to the back as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:07:44 GMT -5
Segment: "FORK YOU!" Credit: BK London & T-Kiss
We return back to commercial from that very VERY long commercial break, hyping up Heatwave with the music performance from Kanye West. And we see BK London crouched on the floor with a rather disgusted look on his face - as we pull out to see more it appears someone had a little accident on his carpet.
He has managed to get the feces in a small plastic bag, and all that can run through his head at this moment is Michael Cole screaming out “ROCKBOTTOM IN THE DOG POOP!”. With that thought in his mind, he quickly disposes of it in a trash receptacle before walking over to the stain with what looks like a can of spray.
The foam covers the small part of the mat, and now he scrubs away.
BK: Alicia is going to owe me BIG time for what that mutt did to my carpet. But luckily I purchased the Reckitt & Colman 22oz Resolve Carpet Cleaner - because I know when I want my carpet stain free with that fresh pine scent, I go to Reckitt & Colman.
Cheap plug, what can you say? ACW needs sponsors too.
As BK is cleaning his carpet, a large noise can be heard coming down the hallway - and soon enough an even larger machine can be seen making its way towards BK's locker room. BK is alarmed at the noise at the first, but then he says to himself "it must be the wind", as if that's the sound that wind makes.
BK continues to scrub away and suddenly the sound comes to a screeching halt - literally. Outside the locker room, we see Thunderkiss coming out the huge forklift with a trucker hat on his head and takes a look at what he did. It brings a smile to his face - and nearly a tear to his eye.
Thunderkiss *smiling*: Oh!? What’s this? I’m .. I’m out of GAS! And of all places too ... right outside this locker room door! What a terrible, terrible accident!
With the scrubbing done, the poop disposed of, and his carpet cleaned - BK begins looks to make his way out of his locker room but when he turns the knob and pushes - it seems that the door is stuck.
BK pushes it again, but it doesn't even budge a bit. The former world champion begins knocking furiously on the door - hoping someone is out there.
BK: Hello? Anyone out there?!
Thunderkiss: Telegram for Mr. London!
BK: Thunderkiss! I'm going to kill you! Let me out of here! I have a match!
Thunderkiss: You know what they say BK .... SHIT HAPPENS! Hahahahahah!
BK backs up and now rams the door at full force with his shoulder, and it just about knocks him back about 5 feet. Not a good plan at all, especially since he appears to have hurt his arm.
Thunderkiss: Come on brother, put a little more power into it! HEAVE... HO! HEAVE .... HO! HEAVE ... HO!
Thunderkiss leaves the scene laughing on his way to ringside as the segment fades out with BK continuing to knock on the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:08:19 GMT -5
Segment: Senatorial Stipulations (Credit: Hunter / Senator / Rattlesnake)
As the scene fades in, the fans once again find themselves inside the Senatorial Office, which is a location that they have seemed to find themselves in almost every week for three years. And yet it always seems to have something interesting going on. Tonight is no different, as it is less emptier than usual, but one would be unable to tell if one were observing from behind a closed door. There are a massive amount of shouts emerging from the room, and when we receive a visual, we see that the two shouting individuals are Hunter and Rattlesnake. Although they are shouting over each other (thus their words are indiscernible), it is clear that what they are saying is filled with hate. The Senator is the only other person in the room, and he sits behind his desk as he always does, looking over the scene with rising agitation, until eventually he rises up and slams his fists on the desk, forcing the other two to instantly silence themselves.
Senator: Enough! Why do you continue to think that these arguments will lead to anything? You two are going against every bit of common sense, every bit of Stable tradition with this ridiculous argument!
Neither of them answer him for a little bit, until Hunter steps forward and offers a simple, Hunter-esque explanation.
Hunter: 'Cause he's a douchebag and will always lose---
Snake: Now wait a damn minute, I'm not---
Senator: I said enough! Enough means enough! You two might as well figure out some adult way to figure out how to settle this trivial...
Hunter: Hey, the leadership for the stable isn't trivial. You want it yourself.
Senator: Incorrect, as far as things have gone as of late, I have been the de facto leader of the Stable, no matter who has recruited, no matter who has proclaimed themselves in charge, I have been the one behind the scenes, the man behind the puppet, and I believe it is time that the voice of reason is listened to, for once. There is no reason for you to question my basic authority as the founder of the Stable.
Hunter: Because I fucking beat you fair and square two years ago. You're the only one completely out of the running!
Senator: Perhaps you did, but what happened after that? You disappear, leave us all to believe you are dead, Rattlesnake thinks he inherited your victory, but neither of you are going to lead anything if you keep up this fighting...so I believe that you both should simply man up, shake hands, and exchange apologies. The ability to forge working compromises is the sign of a good leader, so who is going to take the first step here?
Hunter: Ain't gonna be me.
Snake: Oh lay off it, Hunter. Why can't you stop being such an asshole and admit you're wrong?
Hunter: Never had to do it before, not planning on starting now.
Senator: Well, again, Hunter, you fail to recognize that this ridiculous arguement only demonstrates that you...
Hunter: Well, AGAIN, you lost, and the only way you could get it back...
He pauses for a moment, blinking rapidly. There is a significant lack of emotion on his face, but after a few moments of this blankness, he lights up with his trademark grin. His eyes travel over the length of the Senator's desk, and over the International Championship that is resting casually on it. He then looks at the Senator.
Hunter: ...how about you join the match?
Snake grins at the thought.
Snake: Yeah, join the match. You seem so intent of trying to "restore" order. So put your money where your mouth is and join the damn match.
The Senator pauses for a moment.
Senator: Absurd. To begin with, I already am putting the title on the line this upcoming Monday, so it might not even be mine by the time of the pay-per-view event. Not only that, but I really do wish to have no party in these childish games, these bitter quarrels...
Hunter: Childish games, yeah, I know. But hey, if you want the spot, and if you think you're a good leader and all that, it's only fair that you earn the spot back from me. And the fairest way of doing that? Win the match.
The Senator says nothing, instead opting to look over Hunter quietly for a few moments. Hunter continues to smile, because he is fairly sure that he knows what the Senator will say.
Senator: You know, I really do not have all that many great matches left in this broken down body. But aside from all the inane antics behind it, the match itself intrigues me...and for that reason, I actually shall accept your challenge, for an in ring contest. Now then, if you really want to fight under Senatorial Stipulations, I recommend that the rules be altered, after all, ACW management would not appreciate a sixty minute match on their show, and the fans would likely not want to see it, either.
Hunter: We can change them, then. Instead of “first person to get two different falls in a row”, it can be “first person to get two different falls.”
Senator: ...fair enough. Snake?
Snake: Sure. It'll just make it easier.
Senator: And the winner is the leader of the Senatorial Stable?
Hunter: And the ACW International Champion.
Senator: Hold on, Hunter, I did not agree to put my title on the line.
Hunter: Oh, I'm sorry, that's right, I forgot. You're a coward, which is precisely the reason why you should be our leader. What kind of example does that set for everyone else, eh? For Scott, and X, and...whoever the hell that kid is? “I'm the leader, but I refuse to put my title on the line ever.”
Snake: But wait Hunter. He has a title defense on Monday. He might lose and further the Stable into disarray.
The Senator scoffs, knowing full well what Hunter is attempting to do.
Senator: If you think that you can play psychological games concerning my title, well...as much as I abhor your tactics, the ends might just justify the means here. Not only that, but should I still be holding the International Title, I think it should be defended at Heatwave. The paying fans deserve to get their money's worth, thus, if you want to make this match for the insubstantial claim to the “leadership”, I shall indeed throw the physical prize of the International Title on the table as well. Winner takes all.
Snake grins again. But then he gets an epiphany at that very moment.
Snake: Now hang on, I think we can do something a bit more clever with that.
Hunter: Oh?
Snake: It's something I remembered from Ragnarok a couple of years ago. What if, before the match, we have the referee write down a number on a card, and none of us see what it is? Then, at the end of the match, when we know who the champion is, we can see the number. And whoever gets that number fall will be the leader of the Senatorial Stable.
Senator: That is fairly complicated.
Hunter: Which is precisely why I like it. I'm game.
Snake chuckles slightly as the two of them turn to the Senator. The Senator shakes his head slowly, and then sighs.
Senator: Why not? I have already let you two walk all over me here for the sake of unparalleled competition!
Hunter: Then it's official. Senatorial Stipulations III: Hunter vs. The Senator vs. Rattlesnake, for the ACW International Championship AND the Leadership Position of the Senatorial Stable. GOD that'll be fun to write on a card.
Snake (under his breath): And even better when I take both, like I should do.
Hunter chuckles to himself as the Senator returns to his position behind the desk, looking over various papers, while Snake simply leaves the room without saying another word. Hunter ceases chuckling and looks over the empty room, and for a split second his eyes meet with the Senator's...but the two say nothing. They both understand their own motives and reasons, and no amount of explanation is necessary to make anything any more obvious. They both know the danger of this situation. And yet they are both willing to risk it...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:09:06 GMT -5
Segment: That ROOM (Credit: Yoko)
Fade in on Yoko’s locker room.
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It’s empty. A phone on her table is ringing, but no one is answering it. The camera quickly zooms out of her room and darts down a hallway, turns a corner, goes straight, takes a fork, and suddenly darkness.
The camera has entered the broken light hall.
It moves forward to the door, the plain door that was once an ornate masterpiece of art before being destroyed.
It enters the room, which is eerily illuminated by a soft glow. Some of the previously stripped white wallpaper can still be seen in small portions from Stanton’s stay, as well as some scorch marks from the torches of the Demon Pit days. There is a fair amount of blood on the floor. Whose and from what era cannot be certain.
In the back corner room is a small plain Japanese lantern on the floor, and next to it, sitting, is Yoko Satoshi.
This was once her room. It was also more recently a bathroom. She used to loathe this locker room, as well as the entire broken light corridor, but she’s been curious to come back to it in the past week.
She spots something green on the floor…It appears to be an M&M. She vaguely recalls Ridley having a large bag of LSD candy, and Orochi getting into it once. That thought makes her smile.
She suddenly sees a gray object in the main room out of the corner of her eye. She turns her attention to it. It is a large stone sarcophagus, and it’s leaking water onto the floor. This makes her stand up in a panic, she immediately recognizes it. Ridley locked himself and the demonic entity Asmodeus in it for a few months. But…Why and how is it here?
She blinks, and it’s gone.
With a quick check, she makes sure she hadn’t somehow ingested the M&M, but it’s still on the floor in her old room. Something red now appears in the corner of her eye. Though very tempted to look, she looks straight ahead, and exits the Demon Pit, leaving whatever she saw, as well as her lantern, in there.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:10:32 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London vs. Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs. Wyvern and Starkweather (Credit: Hitman)
Philip enters the ring.
Philip: "The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, he stands at 6'1" and weighs in at 215 lbs, he is Starkweather!"
The far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance are accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the jumbo-tron. At the very crescendo of the intro a slow-motion shot of a dark form rising from the foreground is shown in slow motion accompanied by television static while a deep, guttural voice says "Live or die... Make your choice." The song begins in earnest, and Starkweather takes the stage wearing his smiley face mask before heading down to the ring amidst a sea of boos.
Philip: "Introducing his partner, from Tacoma, Washington, he stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 210 lbs, the current reigning ACW World Heavyweight Champion, he is 'The Modern Day Judas' Wyvern!"
"This Night" by Black Lab hits and the crowd is abound with much booing as Wyvern makes his way down the ramp, proudly showcasing his title on his shoulder. He enters the ring and holds his title up high for the booing fans to see.
Philip: "Introducing their opponents, first, from London, England, she stands at 5'7" and weighs in at 135 lbs, she is Alicia 'Atomic' Kitsune!"
"I'm A Bomb" by Natasha Bedingfield then hits and the crowd can't be anymore happier to see AK making her way down the ramp, smiling at the fans. She then enters the ring and stares down her opponents.
Philip: "Introducing her partner, from Brooklyn, New York, he stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 231 lbs, he is BK London!"
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Stronger" by Kanye West bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage…
…actually, he doesn't come out from the back because the Alphatron cuts to the back. A door that has a sign reading "BK London" on it is seen and from the other side, a voice can be heard.
BK: "Let me out of here, dammit! I got a match to get to!"
The camera then slowly pans over to see Thunderkiss holding a set of keys. He chuckles as he holds up one and holds it in front of the door.
Thunderkiss: "Brother, you aren't going to be tagging in any time soon."
Our focus is taken back to the ring where AK finishes looking at the Alphatron with concern. The crowd can't stop booing as Starkweather heads to the apron while Wyvern makes a mad dash towards AK, clubbing her in the lower back with a forearm.
Bell rings.
In what has now basically become a handicap match, Wyvern puts the forearms and boots to AK, attempting to end this match quickly. AK has been in situations like this before and to her, this is just another day at the office. With that in mind, AK kicks Wyvern off of her and kips up, much to the crowd's delight. She runs towards Wyvern and scores with a big Harley Race knee lift to his jaw. Starkweather enters the ring only to be tossed to the canvas courtesy of a monkey flip. AK then spots Wyvern and hits a big running DDT that almost bounces his head off the canvas. AK makes a cover but Stark breaks it up before three. The ref sends Stark back to his corner while AK picks up Wyvern, who surprises AK with a quick uppercut before hitting a jumping heel kick. Wyvern pins AK but gets a two for his efforts.
With control back in the court of the un-named stable of heels, Wyvern grabs AK by the leg and makes a tag to Stark. Wyvern then picks up AK and holds her out in a full nelson, allowing Stark to score a stiff kick to her midsection. The crowd chants for AK, who is then slammed to the canvas by Wyvern. Stark then makes a cover but only gets a two. AK is not ready to quit by any means as Stark picks her up and whips her into the corner, following up with some stiff kicks. AK slumps down in the corner and Stark is there to pick her up and utilize a rolling snapmare into a leg lariat. Stark lands on AK but his attempts at ending this match are in vain cause she kicks out before three.
AK attempts to get up but the newly tagged in Wyvern grabs her legs and cinches in a Boston crab. The crowd stands as one, clapping for an AK comeback. AK hears the fans and attempts to convert their reaction into energy like some sort of… reaction energy conversion… thingy. She inches her way towards the bottom rope and grabs onto it. The ref tells Wyvern to break the hold and he complies before grabbing AK and whipping her off the ropes. He looks for a back body toss but AK stops dead in her tracks and hooks Wyvern's arms, surprising him with the Falling Star. A pop is heard as AK looks over at her corner. She knows she's alone in this match but she has to continue; failure is not an option for the Atomic One.
Getting to her feet, AK sneaks in a swift series of kicks to Wyvern's midsection then whips him off the ropes. She manages to bring up Wyvern and drop him onto her knee, inverted atomic drop style. Wyvern holds his "disciples" in pain only to be taken to the mat with a lariat. AK makes a pin but Wyvern brings his shoulder up before the three. AK then sees Wyvern rising up from the canvas and goes over to him only to receive an elbow to her midsection. Wyvern then hooks her arms and brings her up, signaling for the Wings of the Fallen. AK is indeed brought up but she miraculously counters into a hurracanrana.
Wyvern is indeed back up but AK brings him down to the canvas with a drop toe hold before cinching in her Catch-22. The crowd pops as Wyvern pushes himself up from the canvas with his hands, attempting to break the hold. AK does break the hold when Stark rushes in. AK drops Wyvern's foot and sends Stark careening shoulder-first into the ring post, courtesy of her trademark Spin the Bottle. AK waves to Stark, who rolls to the outside, but her state of distraction buys Wyvern enough time to roll her up. The ref counts to two but Wyvern uses AK's kickout to turn her over and apply the Deus Ex Machina. Massive booing is heard as Wyvern screams at AK, telling her to tap out. It appears that she might do so…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:10:48 GMT -5
The match has been going on for 10 minutes now, and still BK hasn't found a way to get out of this locker room. He's pacing back and forth, watching the match go on on his television and seeing that Alicia is in a lot of trouble. The camera man now cuts to a shot at Thunderkiss ringside, laughing it up while sitting in his lawn chair and it nearly tears BK apart inside.
Suddenly, a light bulb flashes over BK's head. An idea has quickly come to mind,
BK: I've got it!
BK goes over to his bathroom where he looks in the medicine cabinet and conveniently find a small box marked "Emergency Mentos". Once he gets those, he quickly uses two pieces of paper to create a small cylindrical shape and stacks his Mentos inside. He finds his large Emergency Diet Coke and stuffs the mentos in there before quickly covering the cap.
BK: This better work, or I'm dead.
BK quickly hurls the huge bottle at the door, and in a very large explosion (which is not seen on camera), BK manages to blow the wall off.
BK: Wow, that did work.
BK steps through the rather large hole in the wall and out of nowhere Chairman Gingerdude steps on camera.
Gingerdude: What did you do to my wall?!
BK: Don't worry about it Ging, I'll fix it. I have a match to get to.
He starts to sprint down the hallway, but slows down once he sees one of the crew workers sitting in the hallway watching the match.
BK: Hey, you mind if I borrow that chair?
Crew Worker: Sure.
BK: Thanks.
BK continues to make his way rapidly down the hallway towards the stage area, knowing that AK won't be able to last much longer….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 17:11:07 GMT -5
Back in the ring and unseen by BK, AK has had a little indirect assistance; Wyvern drops AK's legs and swings at Thunderkiss, who was on the apron. Thunderkiss drops down to the floor and laughs at Wyvern, who points at one of his possible challengers for Heatwave. AK buys enough time to rise to the canvas and uses the Gamengiri, sending Wyvern tumbling to the canvas. Stark is back on the apron and extends his hand towards Wyvern. Meanwhile, Thunderkiss is heading backwards up the ramp, laughing at Wyvern's misfortunes.
But what he doesn't know is that BK London is on the stage with a steel chair. The crowd pops as BK lunges at Thunderkiss and almost decapitates him with a chairshot to the back of the head. BK then spots AK inching towards her corner and makes a mad dash towards the apron. Like a ninja, BK springs onto the apron from ringside and extends his hand towards AK, who sees him. Wyvern tags in Stark at the exact same time BK gets the hot tag.
With the crowd going berserk, BK enters the ring like a monkey on crack, sending Stark down to the canvas with a stiff clothesline. Stark gets another clothesline then gets back to his feet. He attempts a clothesline of his own but BK ducks under and looks for a German suplex, instead slamming Stark to the canvas with a ura-nage slam. Wyvern enters the ring but gets taken off of his feet courtesy of a huge back body toss. Stark gets up and BK turns around, leaping up and hitting the Air London. BK pins but Wyvern breaks it up before three. This prompts AK to enter the ring and dropkick Wyvern, sending him tumbling through the ropes. AK follows after him while Stark counters an attempted Revolver from BK by pushing him into the ropes. Stark catches BK with a stiff forearm to the lower back before bringing him up onto the top rope, hitting the Relapse.
Stark opts not to pin but instead he grabs BK's leg and applies an STF, hoping for the submission victory. However, AK has not forgotten about Stark and she hops onto the apron, springboarding into a leg drop across the back of Stark's head. BK rolls over Stark and rolls over to his leg, grabbing it and applying the Corporate Lock. The crowd pops as BK stands up, dragging Stark to the center of the ring-
-and then things get really messy; Kiss has recovered from that chairshot, and has just one thing on his mind; bloody revenge. He almost breaks the ring ropes in his savage desire to get at BK, and the fans boo furiously as any pretence of a controlled match is unceremoniously dumped. The two men batter one another without restraint, and the referee has no choice but to try and call a halt to the whole thing.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to excessive outside interference, this match has been declared a no contest!
The crowd is irate at such a finish; their boos, however, are barely even noticed by TK and BK, who only have eyes of hate for one another. On one side of the ring, AK watches with ever-increasing despair; as she does so, she realizes that Starkweather is rising, and in a perfect position to blindside BK. Instinctively, she moves to block his path; she does not lash out, instead simply holding her arms up defensively, much as Echo taught her. Starkweather’s expression doesn’t falter, and AK sees something gold flicker momentarily in the dark pools of his eyes-
Wyvern’s strike with the title belt is fast, precise, and entirely without mercy. AK can’t turn quickly enough to protect herself, and the fans cry out as she collapses from the shot to the head. The sound breaks through the red haze of BK and TK’s anger; both turn, anticipating a further attack… but none is forthcoming.
AK struggles to come back to full consciousness; lying on the canvas, she catches sight of Starkweather’s trademark smirk as he rolls to the outside where Wyvern is now watching with cold amusement. The actual match result is largely irrelevant to the two of them; they’ve achieved precisely what they set out to do, and as BK and TK watch, Wyvern slings his belt over his shoulder with an air of supreme confidence.
They exit to the back, hounded by the calls of the crowd. AK stands up slowly, holding her temple; BK moves toward her, but AK holds a hand up and shakes her head. She tries to give him a reassuring smile, but all it does is to echo the heavy sense hanging in the air that she’s been let down.
AK leaves the ring, and BK and TK are left with only one another for company. They stare at one another; the ferocity of their rivalry and their drive for glory is immense, but as things stand, can either of them possibly hope to triumph in the reckoning at Heatwave?
There is so little time left, and so many critical decisions to be made…
…the future of ACW lies not in one person’s hands, but in many.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
OOC: Inter-match segment is credited to BK.
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Post by hunter on Aug 16, 2007 17:12:22 GMT -5
Senatorial Stipulations III for main event!
Oh, and good show.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Aug 16, 2007 17:13:28 GMT -5
I do believe....that Zero is dead!
Woooohoooo!
Nice show, and wtf at how BK escaped. Haha.
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