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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:42:48 GMT -5
Segment: Return (Credit: Ross / ??)
Eddison: Well! Ross managed to pick up the win after that hard match even if he did use the ropes for leverage.
McNally: It was a poor win but a win nonetheless.
As Ross crawls off of Diavalo, music hits. However the music is not his. “Reds Fan” by Freekbass blares over the sound system. The crowd turns their attention to the stage and let out cheers of shock as Mr. Red walks out from backstage. Red stops at the top of the stage and points down to the ring with his trademark baseball bat. After a moment, he begins a jog to the ring. The crowd is still buzzing as they had no clues that he was even in the arena.
Red slides into the ring and stares down Ross. Lambert looks from Red to the bat and back at Red. Mr. Red grins and points to Diavalo. Ross grins and pats Red on the shoulder and turns to begin the double team on Diavalo.
Red quickly spins Ross back around and hits him in the gut with his baseball bat. He drops the bat off to the side and sets Ross up for his patented Drop of Red. Lambert slides out of it, races out of the ring, and hops the barrier into the crowd. As he backs toward the backstage area, he points to Red and screams at him.
Ross: Red, you jackass! This isn’t over!
Red climbs the turnbuckle and motions for Ross to bring his ass back to the ring. He climbs back down and slowly turns to see Diavalo sitting in the opposite corner of the ring. Mr. Red sees another opportunity and takes it. He races to the other side of the ring and baseball slides into the lower region of Diavalo.
Diavalo doubles over in pain. Red pulls him up and sets him up. He flips off the crowd then hits the Drop of Red to a chorus of boos.
Mr. Red call for a mic and shh’s the crowd. His antagonizing only causes louder boos.
Red: That’s right, people. Whether you like it or not, I am back. I look to make an impact with each week that passes. All you dumbasses know that it is my destiny to be the top player in this business. Nothing is going to keep Mr. Red from reaching the top of the plateau.
Red picks up his baseball bat and stances up to Diavalo as he struggles back to his knees. Red swings the bat, Diavalo ducks and races toward the ropes. He bounces off the ropes only to be hit hard with a spinebuster. Then quick as a cat, Red flips the Redleg onto Diavalo.
Soon enough, a handful of refs hit the ring and break Red off and send him out of the ring. Mr. Red is pushed up the ramp as he shouts at various members of the crowd, letting them know “he is back” and “no one can handle me.”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:43:58 GMT -5
Segment: I Carry Your Heart (Credit: Michael)
A beautiful springtime’s night on the Venice Beach coast. The sound of waves rolling gently over the soft white sound serenades me into a serene lull. The warm ocean breeze carries a fine, tingly mist and whispers from faraway shores. A pristinely clarion sky allows the effulgent light of the moon cascade through the window, bathing my bedroom in a brilliant glow.
As I lie in bed, Renix is with me as well, her head resting daintily against my chest. Her eyes are focused intently on the text of the paperback book clutched tightly in her hand. She seems to be entirely caught up in the beauty of the words as she passionately recites each line. Me? Well, let’s just say these kinds of things usually get lost on me. I tend to end up counting the ceiling tiles.
“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”
She pauses dramatically for a few moments to let the words sink in. I can only offer a dismissive scoff, to which she seems to take exception.
“What’s so funny?”
“As if that kind of love exists.”
“I happen to believe it does.”
“This poem was written, what, five hundred years ago?”
“You’re older than this poem, Nick, get over yourself,” she grumbles as she pulls herself away from me and sits up.
“My point is, this kinda stuff doesn’t apply today. Most of the schmucks walking the street can’t even understand what this poem is saying.”
“Schmucks like you?” she shoots back.
“If you know I don’t understand it, why’d you read it to me?” I teasingly reply.
She releases a slightly frustrated sigh. “You know, you’re probably right. Nowadays people would rather read about which celebrity is too lazy to put on underwear.”
She lingers for a second and stares emptily at the wall in front of her, contemplating the truth in her statement. I turn my attention back to the ceiling tiles. Where was I? Damn it, she made me lose count.
“You know,” she finally speaks up, “my dad used to always say that when he was young, the water was so pure. There used to be fireflies everywhere. It was a wonderful era. Our generation must be pretty sad. We don’t really have much of anything,” despite the austerity of her words, she still manages a smile, “But I still think the world is very beautiful. Time is forever changing, there’s always hope for things to get better. When I’m older and look back on the past, I hope I can be like my dad and say” she turns to face me again, “the past...was wonderful.”
She smiles at me with that same smile that had warmed my heart so many times before. I’m not sure what made this particular moment different from the other countless times she smiled at me, but this time, it made me realize something. It made me realize that I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. It made me realize how great it would feel if I could get her to smile that way time and time again.
“Renix...” I utter as I sit up and take her hands into mine, “let’s get married.”
As I expected, she’s quite taken aback by how quickly all this came up.
“All the things we didn’t have before,” I continue, “let’s have together now.”
“Nick...” Speechless? It’s to be expected, right?
“I...”
Here it comes...
“...I can’t.”
...wasn’t expecting that one.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:44:23 GMT -5
Segment: Kennedy’s Shattered Head Hits Concrete (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
As Adrian entered the room, Gingerdude stood up from his desk, smoothed out his suit, and gestured towards the empty seat in front of his desk. Adrian compiled and shuffled his way to the seat, never taking his eyes off of the floor. Gingerdude’s expression was disappointment but he did his best to remain calm as Adrian took his seat. Much like a principal about to lecture a student who had done wrong, Gingerdude stood up and paced around the room. If Adrian were a young boy, this could’ve been a Norman Rockwell painting. Gingerdude stepped behind Adrian and cleared his throat.
Gingerdude: “Mr. Flamingo, I know you’re an exceptionally bright young man and know exactly why you’re in here; so, I’d really respect it if you saved yourself the trouble of pretending to be innocent.”
Adrian said nothing, but showed no emotion as he turned his focus off of the floor and to the pacing Gingerdude. He nodded in agreement with the Chairman, but he had no intention of playing innocent. He knew full well what he had done.
Gingerdude: “Mr. Flamingo, are you fully aware of what your actions cost ACW? Let me save you the time of coming up with one of your one-liners and tell you, myself. BK London is one of this company’s top, most popular stars. By taking him out of action indefinitely, you’ve cost this company an immeasurable amount of money. Think about it Flamingo, BK London was one of our top merchandise sellers. T-shirts, posters, action figures, video games… all of those sales owe a huge amount of their success to BK London’s face. Do you have any idea what effect this will have on the ratings? Those are just the financial results of BK’s injury, Adrian.”
Of course, ACW’s finances were not the top concern for Gingerdude. After all, BK London was a long time employee and, despite how many headaches he caused, Gingerdude had the utmost respect and admiration for him. Gingerdude looked back down at Adrian Flamingo with a look of disgust. Much like a parent staring over their child after they’ve been caught sneaking out or getting a failing grade on their report card, Gingerdude was disappointed in Adrian Flamingo.
In Gingerdude’s eyes, here was a kid who had a good head on his shoulders, a good look, and amazing skills in the ring. Adrian knew the importance of having innovative moves in his repertoire, but also valued the styles of yesteryear when it came to pacing himself and ring awareness. He was also fully aware of Adrian’s charisma that seemed to flow out of his pores like a waterfall and could make an opponent as great as Frank Gotch seem like backyard wrestler when he got a microphone in his hands. Adrian didn’t need to stoop to jumping men and putting them out to become a superstar. All he needed was a little patience…
Gingerdude: “I’m not sure if you’ve had your head out of your own ass long enough to realize this, Adrian, but BK was also a hell of a family man. Do you realize what must’ve gone through his wife and daughter’s heads as they watched him being placed on a stretcher and hauled to the back?”
Once again, Gingerdude’s comments were met with silence from Adrian. Sensing his own frustration begin to make his blood boil and realizing that chastising Adrian wasn’t going to accomplish anything, Gingerdude decided to cut to the chase.
Gingerdude: “Adrian… here at ACW… we’ve always been very lenient when it came to these types of situations. I’m not going to punish you… I’m going to let BK punish you whenever he returns. If I know BK as well as I think I do, he’ll be back sooner than any of us will realize… and the things he will do to you will be far more severe than anything I could ever do. You’re free to go, Adrian.”
Adrian slowly stood up and brushed his hair out of his face, still avoiding eye contact with Gingerdude. He felt the stings of pain in soreness call out from his ribs and knees, but tried his best to pay no attention to it. As he made his way to the door, Gingerdude grabbed him by the shoulder.
Gingerdude: “One more thing, Adrian… why did you do it?”
Adrian didn’t turn to face Gingerdude, instead he kept his eyes ahead. Then, with a hint of a smirk cracking out of the corner of his mouth, he said the excuse that parents hate the most…
Flamingo: “… I don’t know.”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:45:02 GMT -5
OTA Segment: What really goes on in those forums… (Credit: Hitman) MARCUS BELMONT: "ACW IS A JOKE"Local independent federation promoter Marcus Belmont has recently risen out of the ashes of his previous failed federations, Local Anger Society, True Wrestling Federation and Legendary Ultimate Entertainment (the latter of which was forced to shut down by Legends of Uber Entertainment due to a similarity in names). Belmont has recently opened up the Awesome Wrestling Federation, which is more like his past three federations that focus solely on sports entertainment and over-the-top gimmicks instead of actual technical wrestling.
"AWF is really everything I've dreamed of in a fed. It features some of the greatest workers I've seen, ten of which have already signed up," says Belmont. "It's really the best fed I've ever ran. We're hoping to do better than ACW."
It's no secret that Belmont openly despises the product offered by Alpha Championship Wrestling, which recently put on a spectacular edition of Heatwave. Belmont could not care less about the success of ACW, however.
"Those guys have got some entertaining wrestlers like Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss doesn't need wrestling to get himself over. No one needs wrestling to get themselves over. It's all about charisma, which is why AWF has recently been selling tickets. AWF depends on charisma whereas ACW depends on hacks like Jake Cheng and Alicia Kitsune doing flips off of a basketball hoop. Scott Andrews recently did an autograph signing in Cleveland, where AWF is located. I personally hand painted a couple of signs that said 'GO HOME SCOTT' and 'AWF RULES' and sent some of the AWF troops to that signing. Unfortunately, security subdued them. What the hell made Scott Andrews so afraid of us? It’s like he's afraid of us by instinct."
Whatever the case, ACW does not seem to be slowing down their momentum after Heatwave. Belmont doesn't believe that ACW had any momentum to begin with, though.
"The point I'm making is that ACW is a joke and AWF is going to be the catalyst for the end of that shitty promotion. If they need to say something to our faces, all I can tell them is 'Welcome to Cleveland, bitches.' I bet Ginger's so proud of his 'athletes'."Credit: tombunkswrasslinnews.org [AndreDaMidget] Is this fool kidding me or something? Starkweather will EAT HIS BABIES. [The7935338] …the hell?! Fuckin' Jake Cheng's a badass, man. I mean, BK messed with him and look where he is now. That's what you get for messing with the Quadrinity! [Maggot216] Haha, The7935338 is right. FEAR JAKE CHENG! Oh, and as for the article, this guy is just another jealous has-been attempting to steal the spotlight from ACW. [defjam92] yeah right! I seriously doubt his "promotion" will be anything like ACW [CrissAngelOfDeath] If anything, The Forces of Greatness should be whining at him for ripping off LUE. Come to think of it, I think this guy is all about ripping people off. [Growler345] I know how he feels, though. When I was in grade school, I ripped off all of my friends by wearing a costume on Halloween! [defjam92] growler ftw? [HunterRules666] Puh-LEASE. Like this guy will ever have a successful promotion without the presence of ANDREW F'N HUNTER!! [CrissAngelOfDeath] Oh Jesus, I remember you. I thought AR banned you, fool! [HunterRules666] Come on, I deserve to voice my opinion too! And besides, it's not like I disagreed with you guys, this guy's promotion is going to fail more than Rattlesnake at Omega Effect III against Hunter. [Maggot216] As much as he is annoying, HR666 has a right to state his opinion. [AtomicRose] Maggot is right. But still, how did you manage to get back on here, HunterRules666? I thought I IP banned you? [HunterRules666] I moved to Michigan a couple weeks ago. [AtomicRose] Ah, I see. Anyways, Belmont won't be able to back up his words. I think he's going to be in for a rough time watching his promotion crash and burn even before it got off the ground. [DKR4Evah] What a lot of you brain-dead idiots fail to see is that he isn't all worried about small, puny workers like Echo or Adrian Flamingo. Those people can wrestle but can't bring in any ratings whatsoever. Belmont is more focused on the more entertaining workers that will sell merchandise and bring in ratings. That is why his AWF is going to skyrocket over ACW, Fallout, PEWA and yes, even LUE. Oh, and he isn't "whining" about anything, if that's what you're thinking. He is simply angered at the fact that ACW has always been in the spotlight. So take that into consideration before making one of those stupid "omfg im seven foot tall and wil kick ur ass" posts because it'll show how immature you all really are. [AndreDaMidget] Sorry, DKR, but Marcus Belmont, your apparent messiah, is indeed whining. He could've chose to avoid the ACW questions and simply put his promotion over but instead, he chose to bitch about ACW and constantly bash it for no reason at all. And if this retard even thinks about stealing any workers away from ACW, then Ginger will make sure he pays for it. And for the record, Fallout isn't even on TV right now. Game over. [Maggot216] *makes stupid "omfg im seven foot tall and wil kick ur ass" post* [AtomicRose] DKR4Evah, I think you're being very naïve about this. Not only is Marcus Belmont a cocky individual but he seems to be jealous about all that ACW has accomplished. All that AWF will do is fail. And if it doesn't fail within two weeks, I will stop marking out for Alicia Kitsune and will whore myself out to JJB for all eternity. [DKR4Evah] Fine by me, JJB has a far more entertaining gimmick than AK's girl power gimmick. [AndreDaMidget] Aw, it's past someone's bedtime already. [HunterRules666] XD, Andre rules. *will now mark out for AndreDaMidget* [AndreDaMidget] *mauls HR666 with a weedwhacker* Not the whacker formerly known as Masamune, mind you… **Connection terminated**End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:45:20 GMT -5
Segment: Like a Dry Desert Soaking Up Rain (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian sat down in the hallway at some chair that was sitting beside some table and cuffed his hands around his bottle of water. Why they were there, he wasn’t sure, and frankly, it was totally irrelevant. More than likely, a lazy production hand didn’t move them out of the way but now they were going to have to peel Adrian off of the chair and his elbows off of the table. His body was screaming at him for moving around as much as he was while it was still healing, but it would have to get over it. He had a match moments away and had somehow managed to put on his tights with some sort of ease. Everything would be fine when his music played and he could transfer his pain into his fight. For once in his life, Adrian had decided to let his actions display what was on his mind, but the ACW cameraman who approached him wouldn’t except no for an answer as he took his position and hit record.
“So…”
Adrian glared up at the camera to give it’s operator a stern “fuck-off” vibe, but he was paid to capture this moment. Regardless, Adrian decided to humor the man and at least empty his mind to the fans at home and in attendance. Adrian’s expressions were hard to read at first. His body was tense and his eyes were dim, but that could’ve easily been associated with his body’s reaction to his injuries. His voice was very soft when he began speaking.
“So… the last thing I said before my match with Scott Andrews was that sometimes the best laid plans go awry, and I feel like truer words couldn’t be spoken right now. Now, I know most of you expected me to come out tonight like I won the world championship belt and gloat about how I grounded an icon in this company… and I know those of you will be disappointed. The truth? Well, the truth is I’m don’t really know how to react. I don’t really know what to do and I don’t know what to say besides that wasn’t what was supposed to happen. See, ACW fans, I had spent a month talking shit about the likes of Scott Andrews and the Senatorial Stable, and the goal was to get their attention. My whole verbal sparring with Scott was just a way to get myself on the map the easiest way I knew how - getting the big dog’s attention. Well, that’s what was supposed to happen at Heatwave.”
Adrian slowly screwed the cap off of his bottle of water and slowly sipped from it, taking the time to let the fluid roll down his throat before speaking again. Unlike the many times before, Adrian Flamingo was showing the fans a different side to him. Before, he was very animated. Eyes wide, big smile, a cackle in his voice, but now his eyes avoided all contact with the camera. Adrian slowly began tossing the bottle of water from hand to hand with a slow, steady rhythm as he continued.
“Heatwave was supposed to be the steady progression of reaching the stardom I’ve craved since the day I started here. I was going to go out, cost BK the match, and boom, a steady rival for months until management saw that I was worth my own title shot. For some reason though… it didn’t work like that. I can’t really explain what did happen out there, fans, but I can assure you, I didn’t want to put BK London out like that. You know me, fans, ever since day 1, I’ve always spoke to you directly like this. You know that I’ve NEVER maliciously attacked someone outside of a match. Sure, I’ve made my presence known, and sure, I’ve had my bloody fights… but I’ve always respected the health of my opponents. Even Nick Durdan, who swore to end my career, I made sure to break him out of the ice coffin after I won my match. I wish I could make you all believe that I didn’t want to break BK’s leg. I wish I could explain what happened to me in the ring after Wyvern left. The thing is, when I was alone with BK and I had that chair… something came over me. Something told me to wrap that chair around his leg. Something told me to climb that turnbuckle. You want to know what, ACW fans?”
Adrian slowly looked up and stared at the camera with the wild eyes that he was known for a smile slowly stretched it’s way across his face.
“I liked it. No, I loved it. No, I’m developing a second personality or any of that other pseudo-fake shit. No, that was ALL Adrian Flamingo at Heatwave. Hell, I surprised myself in that ring, but I’m happy I did it. Frankly, it needed to be done. I’m so sick and tired of hearing a guy like BK London run his mouth and make his empty threats and promises. I went to prep school with guys like BK London. They HAD to be the star… they HAD to be the center of attention. They thought they were so smart and funny that nothing bad could never happen to them. BK London is at the point in his career that he’s trying to cement his legacy. Well, guess what London, you were too busy looking ahead that you never thought to check behind you. An honest man will stab you in the front, but a smart man? Well, you saw what happened. Now, ACW, you got your fucking answers… leave.”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:45:59 GMT -5
Match 4: Adrian Flamingo vs Jason Freeman (Credit: Hunter)
And we have lift off, as Flamingo instantly charged in and nailed Freeman with a clothesline. Freeman dropped to the ground and then quickly recovered, but Flamingo throws him back down with a snapmare, and then follows this up with a stiff stomp to the back of Freeman's head. He attempts to lift him up and (likely) nail him with another move, but Freeman pushes him back and hits him with a quick leg lariat from out of nowhere. Freeman covers, buying some time, knowing full well that he will not secure the pinfall this early. And right he is, as Flamingo kicks out and gets him into a small package pin. Freeman throws him off, and both men roll up to their feet, with Freeman nailing his opponent with a standing dropkick. As Flamingo falls to the ground, Freeman leaps up to hit him with a knee drop, but Flamingo rolls out of the way, kips up, and brings Freeman back down with a wrist clutch suplex pin...but alas, Freeman kicks out.
The match kept this back and forth series going for a little bit, until Flamingo was the first to get the clear upper hand. To only some people's surprise, the way this upper hand was given to him was by using the much feared testicular claw, which weakened Freeman enough for Flamingo to be able to nail his opponent with an inverted suplex, followed directly by the cut-throat Camel Clutch. He held it on for quite some time, until eventually Freeman was able to throw his head back, knocking his head into Flamingo's face and forcing him to break the hold. Freeman got to his feet, clearly damaged from this attack, and Flamingo, sensing this fact, quickly charged in, only to have Freeman lift him up and nail him with the spicy drop. Knowing full well that this was not enough to warrant a pinfall, Freeman instead got to his feet and went over to the apron, awaiting Flamingo. When the latter began getting to his feet, Freeman launched himself onto the ropes and nailed a picture perfect head stomp to a semi-risen Flamingo. He covered...but Flamingo kicked out.
As they tend to in matches I write, both men realized that they had to bust out their best moves, sensing that the end of the match was rapidly approaching. Freeman set Flamingo up for the Glory Driver, but the latter spun out of it and threw Freeman down with a quick arm drag. When Freeman rose, Flamingo grabbed him for the 1980 Flamingo Special, but Freeman rolled out of it and nailed Flamingo in the face with a kick midair. Temporarily stunned, Flamingo was unable to catch Freeman before he nailed him with a sudden superkick, and thus was sent into the ropes as a result of the kick. When Freeman attempted to grab him for yet another move, Flamingo spin behind him and locked in the 1981 Flamingo Special. Freeman struggled for a little bit, and then threw himself down, thereby flipping Flamingo over him and forcing him to break the hold. Freeman quickly grabbed him for the Journey's End, but Flamingo elbowed him in the face, set him up for the 1979 Flamingo Special, and nailed it completely out of nowhere for the successful pinfall!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:47:02 GMT -5
Segment: Turning Point (Credit: Scott Andrews, Senator)
Uncontrollable rage;
The temper of a black Rhino,
But with a good heart.
How was it that Scott Andrews could be so unstable when provoked, yet manage to be one of the smartest competitors in ACW? Concocting plans and generally outsmarting a lot of people was one of his strengths…but as of late, he hasn’t outsmarted anyone.
He has grown weary of his whole situation in ACW.
His lack of self-motivation, his constant outbursts of anger, and his most prominent problem…
His position in one of the companies finest stables; he is forgotten amongst a pile of veterans and egomaniacs. He doesn’t want to be a part of their constant bickering about who is leader and who are the pawns; he is no-ones pawn. He is stuck in a group with no direction, no sense of real a team effort…it’s all been a farce. No-one works together unless it propels somebody else’s career; Scott’s selflessness in most situations has led him to allow the other members to step over him, overshadow him and his success. Well no more.
I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing with Wyvern on something; this stable is nothing but a hierarchy of ungrateful, selfish bastards…They have been good to me through my time here…but enough is enough. I will no longer allow them to keep me hidden in their shadow; their success. I want to break free…
Scott stands in front of the bathroom mirror and wipes the remaining water droplets from his face before leaning on the basin. He has two bulging duffle bags at his sides.
He looks into his own eyes, thinking about this whole ordeal.
Why do I get so worked up? Why have the stable never offered me anything other than a “Senatorialite” name badge? How could I let them drag me this far? …maybe that’s why I get so angry…with all my hard work, with all my effort, I get no-where in the end…Is there any real reason to try anymore?...
Yes.
I just need to make a big change; the biggest change I’ve ever made here.
He rubs his towel over his head a few times, ruffling his blonde hair before exiting the bathroom.
As he exits he bumps into Steve Phillips.
The Senator: Hello there, Scott…are you alright?
Scott looks at him, unsure what he should say.
Scott: Listen, Sennie…you’ve been great to me over this past wee while, but I’m just not happy here in the stable…
Phillips looks disappointed and a little shocked, but he seems to understand.
Senator: I could see that at Heatwave when you trashed your room… If you need a break, then I suppose I have no choice but to grant it to you. I have meant to shake things up, and while this was not going to be a move, it nevertheless forces me in that direction... As much as I hate to see another stable member leave us in such a short amount of time, I must say that I am somewhat happy that at least you are leaving on good terms, unlike…Wyvern.
Scott: Look…I respect you, Steve, but the others…they bicker and fight like school kids. They’re out for themselves. I joined the stable because I was told it would bring me success; that it would broaden my horizons in ACW. And it did, for a while. But now, now my membership is a burden. This is just something I need to do…Give my best wishes to the rest of the guys. I’ll see you around, bossman.
And with those final words Scott picks up his bags and walks out of the stable locker room leaving the label of “Senatorialite” at the door…
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:48:16 GMT -5
Segment: You Asked For It (Credit: Wyvern)
The crowd in the ACW arena is buzzing like a hive here tonight – doesn’t it always? The show following a PPV is always electric, but there’s always the post-PPV hangover, where it takes a lot for the crowd to react to something, even if it seems they pop for the lamest stuff ever sometimes.
Just imagine when they boo.
“This Night” jars the audience’s perception as the crowd begins to react in a hostile manner, as the impending arrival of the ACW World Champion Wyvern becomes pronounced.
Edison: Listen to this sold-out crowd, McNally!
McNally: Right you are, and as they should be. Let’s show the viewers at home a quick recap of last Saturday at Heatwave!
A quick video montage shows Wyvern succeeding in his match, in part to the Adrian Flamingo chair shot. It replays the stare-down Wyvern had with Flamingo, with Flamingo making it obvious he was in Wyvern’s corner.
Edison: I can’t believe it McNally, Wyvern’s on pace to break the ACW World Title reign record!
McNally: Well, if he does so, keep it akin to Barry Bonds’ home run record, because it’s nothing but tainted.
Wyvern emerges from the entranceway, with the ACW World Title in hand. He’s dressed in street clothes right now, decked out in the standard black shirt, blue jeans. He makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the people who shout threats at him and denounce his title reign. He climbs up the stairs to the ring, grabbing a microphone on the way up.
As he gets into the ring, and before he can speak, the crowd attempts to drown him out in cacophonous booing. Putting his nerves to the test, he holds off from speaking for a brief moment, before diving into his tirade.
Wyvern: Well, I’ve done it again. For all of you who’ve been skeptical and in denial, I, Wyvern, the Modern Day Judas, am still your ACW World Heavyweight Champion.
Massive booing – you’d think Cena was at an ROH event or something to that extent.
Wyvern: I know you’re thinking I’m not worthy of this title. I know you all are. I’m not daft at all. I hear what everyone says backstage, I hear what you, the crowd, say about me each and every time I come out. Hell, I even read the signs you crudely draw. But you know what? It doesn’t matter to me. I’m validated in the history books.
The crowd boos.
McNally: He’s right, but even so, it’s questionable.
Edison: Yeah, doesn’t he understand no one likes him?
Wyvern: And because I’m inscribed into the history of this…organization, I feel like I’ve got nothing more left to really prove around here. For instance, the Senatorial Stable can’t bring me down.
A pop at the mention of his “alma mater”, which only serves to make him annoyed.
Wyvern: Nor can we consider Entourage, which in the swing of things, is nothing more than a filthy, watered-down byproduct of what the New Breed was in its worst stages. None of those morons could even put together a solid strategy, let alone pose a threat to me.
A “lesser-evil” pop annoys Wyvern even more.
Wyvern: Go ahead. Make your primitive groans of approval and/or disapproval. You’re all monkeys to me anyways. I, Wyvern, have solidified myself as the greatest ACW Champion of all time, and I have done so without hesitation. I haven’t backed down from a single challenge, as you all might want to falsely accuse me of doing. No one’s brought their stuff to the table, unless it was in the glitz and glamour of a potentially massive PPV payout. It’s great to know everyone’s got their ethics in line.
”Boring” is now the flavor-of-the-minute chant.
Wyvern: You all asked for it! You didn’t want me to be your ACW champion, even when I played by the rules. It’s pathetic, really. Once I branched out, you shunned me and left me for dead. Talk about loyalty, and this was even before I joined the Senatorial Stable. You all betrayed me at Omega Effect I, hell, even Omega Effect II, and you all sure as hell weren’t supporting me at Omega Effect this year! Now, sorry to live in the past, but you all make me sick. I’ve put away all comers, and no one, NO ONE has been able to put me away in 2007 in a match that’s counted for something rather than a simple line on the W/L chalkboard. But…there’s solace in this matter. I’ll put my title on the line to the next person who steps through that entranceway. All they have to do is cross the threshold.
The crowd pops, as they turn to the entranceway, and wait…and wait….
Wyvern laughs, as it becomes certain no one is coming out.
Wyvern: That’s what I thought. I’ve beaten the best you can throw at me. I’ll be leaving for now…my match with Hunter will be enough to keep me sustained until someone with enough fortitude can step up to the plate. Bye, losers.
With that, Wyvern throws down the microphone, as he storms off to the backstage area, leaving the ACW angered and wondering…just who will actually challenge Wyvern for the ACW World Title?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
Segment: "Thunderkiss, THIS is YOUR Life!" Credit: Dan White, XS3, Jay Zero & T-Kiss The camera opens in the arena, and almost instantly, “See You at the Show” by “Nickelback” hits the PA system and the fans jeer loudly for the arrival of Entourage. Dan White, Jay Zero (who is heavily bandaged after the actions last Saturday at Heatwave) and XS3 all make their way down to the ring, all three looking less-than-pleased. They march down, Dan White leading the trio, and they enter the ring, where the music fades. They pauses, allowing the crowd to finish their jeers, before Dan begins to speak.Dan: Last Saturday, you witnessed a phenomenon that will quite possibly never occur in ACW everrrrrrrr again. One by one, theeeeeeeee members of the Entourage fell one by one, each member losing our respective matches. Now as the self-nominated second-in-command in Entourage, myself, Jay and X each feel that this is unsatisfactory. And there is only one man to blame. The titantron pops up with a familiar image.
Just like last Saturday, the fans surprisingly cheer the image of Thunderkiss. Shocked as everyone else who doesn’t get this trend, XS3 takes the microphone.XS3: "Now it's pretty much a basic fact that everyone of us has had setbacks in our career. Dan has had a shitty music career, I have had a rough time sorting out my marraige and Zero… well quite frankly, his last name is Zero. Zero isn't exactly the name of a god. Zeus, maybe, but not Zero."Zero raises an eyebrow as XS3 continues.XS3: "But the fault is not on us this time. We figured that Thunderkiss didn’t lead the group appropriately enough at Heatwave. When I was lost to FSX…"Brief popXS3: "…Or when Zero was victim to Yoko and Masamune!…"Some booing for the not so fan friendly Yoko Satoshi.XS3: …Or when Dan was sadistically assaulted by Durden and Vortex… There wasn't anyone to help us out. I helped out Thunderkiss but had nothing in terms of the returning of a favor. Instead, Thunderkiss spent all his time hosting some ego-fueled concert for himself, whilst we all suffered painful defeat."X hands the mic to Zero.Zero: So as a result of this, the rest of the group has decided. We aren’t gonna stand by and let you USE us any more Kiss! So screw off, bitch! This is a goddamn mutiny! Life isn’t all about you, y’know! So until you shapen up and WE get what we want too “Mr. Worldbreaker” then we’re on strike![/color] This is greeted with large boos from the crowd, not just that TK now has no stable, but also that ACW’s greatest ever heel stable is now frozen. But before anything else can be mentioned, “God of Thunder” by Kiss hits and the fans go barmy for the arrival of TK, knowing that the likely result of this would be stable Civil War. TK marches down the ramp, climbing into the ring and confronting the trio, with Dan White stepping forwards. He and Thunderkiss close up, looking closely eye-to-eye, as the arena darkens and a spotlight shines on the two. Thunderkiss ruthlessly grabs the microphone from Dan.Fans *chanting*: WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! Thunderkiss: So, this is the way it is huh? Well, instead of bitching about things behind my back .... WHY DON’T YOU DO IT TO MY FACE! I made this G’Dammed stable and *I* will be the one who controls it’s fate. NOT YOU! Look at you all... each and every one of you. After I did for you guys .... this is how you treat me. I was THROWN out of the arena ... what did you want me to do? If anyone betrayed anyone, it was YOU guys. If I were you, I would have left as soon as I got screwed over! You know what? Fuck it! You guys make me si- He’s cut off as Dan grabs the mic from his hands, generating a pop from the crowd.Dan: Shut up, Thunderkiss. Nobody can stand to hear your mindless, misogynistic tripe anymore. We’re here for one reason and one reason only… Zero and XS3 put up their fists, and TK gets ready to fight.
But the lights suddenly turn on, and balloons, confetti and fireworks suddenly crack around the arena, leaving everyone confused…Dan: …Thunderkiss, THIS IS YOUR LIFE!!! Thunderkiss’ expression turns from intensity to shocked and gladly surprised, as Dan hands the microphone kindly back.Thunderkiss: What? What is this? !!!! Wait ... ohhhhhhhhh Brothers....... I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!XS3 then steps forwards, microphone in hand.XS3: "Our first surprise is something very special. Dip back into the sands of time, approximately twelve years ago... This was back when wrestling in front of thousands of ACW fans was just a distant blur…when you used to bag groceries at Hy-Vee, your manager was none other than Mr. Taglietelli!"[Out comes an elderly old man, who kinda resembles the late Mr. Hooper. He has a look of joy and kindness on his face, quite the contrast from those in the ring. As he enters, all TK can think about is all the times he barked at him about separating the bread from the milk .. etc. etc., making him want to take his head off right here and now. But for the moment, TK shall play along...] Thunderkiss *smiling*: Oh hey, its my former boss! How’s it going?! Mr. Taglietelli: Good, good! Nice to see you again! Thunderkiss: Indeed it is, I can’t begin to tell you all those hours of extra overtime you made me work helped make me into the successful son of a bitch that I am today!Mr. Taglietelli: Like I always say, hard work builds character! Thunderkiss: Hahaha, that’s right! And do you know what else builds character Mr. Taglietelli? Mr. Taglietelli: What? Thunderkiss: Being humbled! [And with that, Thunderkiss pulls Mr. Taglietelli around and gives him a huge wedgie and slaps him in the back of the head for good measure. Mr. Taglietelli’s face turns red with embarrassment and anger, for indeed he just learned a lesson in humility, one that he quite obviously dishes out quite a lot but doesn’t receive. He quickly leaves the ring much to the joy of the Entourage, who heckle him with each step.] Thunderkiss: And I used to steal playboys off the newsstand too, jerk! Zero: Heh, what a Grade A jackass! Heh, horrible fashion sense too! But anyways! That’s not all we have, TK, as we bring to you your former wrestling buddy at wrestling school, “Badass” Brad Donnelly![/color] [Talk about a blast from the past, here comes Brad - TK’s old training nemesis. No longer a wrestler, Brad looks like an ordinary man, right down to the polo shirt and dress pants. This amuses TK to no end as he loves the fact that he achieved his dream while Brad didn’t. As Brad enters the ring, he walks over to TK and extends his hand. Offended, TK ignores it and begins to rip Brad apart.] Thunderkiss *pointing at Brad*: Hah! Look at this crackerjack! Do you know what a crackerjack is Brad?Brad: Huh? Uh... no. Thunderkiss: Look in a mirror and you’ll see one - an ordinary man that carries no value in life. In fact, you’re a crackerjack if I’ve ever seen one! Totally cheap and tasteless.... just like a box of crackerjacks. Let me ask you another question Brad. How’s your arm?Brad: Its fine Thunderkiss ... thank you for asking. Thunderkiss: Good to hear.............[TK suddenly strikes out, viciously grabbing a hold of Brad’s arm. Within seconds, he twists it up, around and over breaking it just like he did years ago.] ~!~CRACK~!~ Brad *screaming*: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Thunderkiss *shouting*: HOW IS IT NOW BRAD?! APPARENTLY, I STILL CANNOT DO A PROPER ARM BAR AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! [Brad continues to scream out in pain and TK has heard enough. He asks that Brad be “swept away” and with a few kicks, Zero rolls him out of the ring.] XS3: "Well, someone didn't get hugged by their daddy! Hahaha, but don’t worry TK, we have another special guest for you. You know him, I… okay I don’t know him at all, but here's your old Woodwork teacher, Mr. Plywood!"[The crowd boos Mr. Plywood as soon as he walks out from the back, confirming that everyone has had a bad teacher experience sometime in their life. Not looking like he wants to be here tonight, Plywood angrily enters the ring but before Plywood can speak, Thunderkiss asks him a question that has been jumping out of his mind as soon as his name was mentioned ...] Thunderkiss: Now if I remember correctly, didn’t you used to tell me Wrestling was for losers and dummies? [Crowd boos] Mr. Plywood *acting nervous*: Well.... I don’t remember that. Thunderkiss: Well I do.[Sweat begins to pour down Mr. Plywood’s face as TK inches closer and closer.] Thunderkiss: So .... do you still think that wrestling is for dummies and losers Mr. Plywood? Mr. Plywood *screaming*: YES! YOU’RE ALL DEGENERATES! ALL OF YOU! Thunderkiss: For a teacher, that’s not very smart - Mr. Plywood. In fact, I think you owe all of these people an apology! [The crowd leaps to their feet and their King asks them the following...] Thunderkiss: WHAT DO YOU SAY ...... ?!Crowd *chanting*: WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! WORLDBREAKER! Thunderkiss: My army has SPOKEN! [TK grabs Mr. Plywood around the neck and lifts him straight up into the air. As he dangles in midair, TK takes his other hand and begins to depants him, right in front of the world to see. As TK yanks his pants off, his shorts get pulled off as well, causing the crowd to uproar in laughter!] Thunderkiss: For a guy named “Plywood” you sure don’t sport much wood! Hahahahaha! Dan: Ugh, what an absolute jerk! I’m glad we’ll never become anything like that! The crowd sighsDan: And one final guest for you TK…you remember your High School Sweetheart don’t you? Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Ms. Tiffany Martel! [Out from the back comes Tiffany. Its been almost a dozen years since TK last laid eyes on her and let’s just say time has not been good to dear Tiffany. She now easily weighs close to 300 pounds and looks as if she’s waltzed directly out of a trailer park. Shocked at her appearance, TK can only watched on stunned as she barely pulls herself into the ring and confronts him after all these years.] Tiffany: Hey Aj.... [Tiffany reaches out and tries to place her hand on TK’s chest. TK pulls back and looks at her with a wild look in his eye!] Thunderkiss: Get your hands off of me - and don’t you DARE call me that. Tiffany: What? What’s wrong? [His body begins to shake in anger.] Thunderkiss: Where was this affection 12 years ago?! I spent my ENTIRE summer working out just so I’d command your attention. And what did I get in return?! Nothing! Now you want some of this?! You gold digging BITCH! Look atcha’! You turned into a G’DAMNED COW! I used to want ... this thing?! I’m going to THROW UP! Her eyes filling with tears, Tiffany turns around, prepared to storm away from TK. But she turns only to be almost broken in two by XS3, who delivers a brutal Shadow Step Spear! This causes the arena to explode in anger, but XS3 gets to his feet to be greeted with a hug from TK, who begins to speak into the microphone again.Thunderkiss: Guys, I’m not sure how you did it, but you’ve made me the proudest man on earth. That was definitely the greatest 20 minutes of my life. THIS TRULY IS WHERE THE POWER .....Crowd *in unison*: LIES! “See You at the Show” by “Nickelback” hits again, and the fans again show their anger at Entourage, as EMTs rush to the ring to see to Ms. Martel. TK leads his troops out of the ring, and up the ramp, showing the rest of ACW that there will never be a problem in the fed’s fastest-growing stable.Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:51:37 GMT -5
Segment: "Another Impact" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
As the show goes back to ringside with a lone chair and a mic in the center of the ring. Suddenly, the lights dim out. The fans look around, wondering what's going on. They receive an answer when they hear the words "I...WILL...STRIKE!" followed by "King of My World" by Saliva. They get their full answer when a green spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and Rattlesnake walks from the back to thunderous boos from the ACW crowd. Rattlesnake looks around and smirks. He slowly walks down to the ring and the spotlight follows him each step of the way. He rolls into the ring and raises his arms to even more boos from the crowd. He grabs the mic and sits in the chair.
Rattlesnake: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It's nice to know that you all care so much.
The boos get louder, but Rattlesnake doesn't seem to care.
Rattlesnake: So many of you saw what happened at Heatwave. You all saw the one of the biggest shockers of the year. No, it wasn't BK London getting taken out, although that was pretty damn funny. You all saw me dropping the Senatorial Stable like a bad habit.
Rattlesnake laughs and the fans obviously don't like it. He seems to enjoy it a lot.
Rattlesnake: The first thing that I'm going to do in my "freedom" is give to you the latest edition of Snake's Impact. I had my guest lined up as Heatwave went on the air. Why spoil it then? But I will say this, my guest asked to not come out to this ring but I can assure you that this guest is very important. Now gaze at the AlphaTron and enjoy.
The ACW logo appears on the AlphaTron and does a small countdown.
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Rattlesnake appears on the AlphaTron with a grin. The fans groan at the videotaped footage.
Rattlesnake: Thanks for coming onto my little show here.
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): Oh it's no trouble. No trouble at all.
Rattlesnake: So, my first question to you is, obviously, why you did what you did at Heatwave?
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): I explained that at Heatwave. I don't think I need to elaborate on that.
Rattlesnake: Oh come on. Do you really believe that we can just accept an answer like that? I know I can't.
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): Well, let me put it this way. I spent over a year in the Senatorial Stable. I got support for the first few months as I became the International Champion and Emperor of the Ring. But after that, support for me wained. No one was really behind me like they should have been. Sure they may have acted like they were, but they really weren't. It was evident upon Hunter's return and my subsequent PPV match with Wyvern. There was no support. So why should I have to support those that don't support me? Why should I stick my neck out to a bunch of people that don't really give a rat's ass about me? I have no reason to do that. So I did what I did. If I had to do it all over again, I'd do it the same way. There's no mistaking my choice. I know I made the right one.
Rattlesnake: How does it feel?
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): What can I say? I feel like a lot of weight has been removed from my shoulder. It was gratifying, to say the least and I can focus on whatever the hell I want to now that I ditched that miserable waste of space stable.
Rattlesnake: Interesting.
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): But I will say this. Heh heh. To see the looks on Senator and Hunter's faces when they realized that I had betrayed them, it was classic. They never saw it coming. It was definitely a Kodak moment.
Rattlesnake: Nice description. I couldn't have put it better myself.
Rattlesnake (AlphaTron): I know. And now you can get on with your business.
The videotaped footage on the AlphaTron ends with Rattlesnake grinning.
Rattlesnake: And there you have it. Straight from Rattlesnake himself. Now that you all have your answer, you can piss off.
Rattlesnake stands up and tosses the mic down and exits the ring. He walks back up the ramp as the crowd boos him. He shows everyone his response by giving everyone the finger as he walks to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:52:17 GMT -5
Segment: A Brief Conversation with the Doctor (Credit: Senator)
As Steve Phillips prepares to head down to the ring, the camera follows him along the way, as he passes through some of the last twisting cooridoors before reaching the main entranceway to the Arena. Unfortunatly for the Senator, this path takes him right in front of the cramped office of one Dr. Trace Gibson.
Dr. Gibson: Well, hell, if it isn't our favorite headcase from Washington!
The Senator: I already had to deal with Thunderkiss, today, can I limit the interaction with the blithering idiot types to that? Do not have time, nor the will to argue about my "condition."
Dr. Gibson: Funny, since I seem to have the power to withhold someone from wrestling here, now that they made me the chief medic for ACW!
Senator: Marvelous, can you please just tell me, then, how you do not approve of my wrestling, and how you think I should retire, and I can be on my way?
Dr. Gibson: Hey, I'm a doctor, not a psychic, damnit, I think you just read my mind...except for the fact that I think you need a break, and perhaps a surgery, rather than a retirement, at this point. I can't withhold you from this match, since I didn't run a physical, but you seem to be hurting pretty bad, and it's my responsibility to make sure that you don't die on my watch in the ring. I don't care, go ahead, go skydiving, go bungee jumping, go brawl in some bars with Teddy Kennedy in your free time, but I don't want you to wrestle if your body can't take it.
Senator: Fine, thanks for the advice, I really, really appreciate it ever so greatly, but I have a match, and I need to go.
Dr. Gibson: One last thing, at least promise me you'll talk to Tim Dwight about this stuff next week, if I can't budge you, maybe he can talk some sense into you.
Senator: Ok, if it shall shut your endlessly babbling mouth up, I will do just that, and since I can hear Phillip starting the intro to the match, I really do have to go...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:53:14 GMT -5
Match 5: EOTR Round 1: Senator vs. VorteX (Credit: Jason Freeman)
This match could be interesting. As in all of the EOTR matches, both competitors will have to be on their game to advance. While Senator has the obvious advantage due to experience, VorteX has gotten many upset wins as of late, most notably against Hunter. VorteX obviously will be ready to get the upset win and advance. Senator has to make sure that VorteX isn’t able to do so. The two men advance on each other, and suddenly VorteX makes the first move with a swift kick to the ribs, causing Senator to bend over, and VorteX follows up with a kick to the jaw, causing Senator to put his head back up. VorteX then hits a nice roundhouse kick, causing Senator to back up against the ropes. Senator rebounds off of them, and as VorteX goes for a punch, Senator hits a dropkick to the knee, causing VorteX to go down on one knee. Senator then starts to elbow VorteX in the face quickly. VorteX manages to get a quick shot in to Senator, and then hits a spinning heel kick, which knocks Senator to the ground, though he gets right back up. The two men stare each other down, and Senator gives a nod to VorteX, obviously impressed by the offense VorteX managed to hit him with. VorteX isn’t going to wait for Senator though…he wants this win. He goes forward, and begins to punch Senator in the face, and then goes for a punch to the ribs. Senator manages to dodge it however, and as VorteX goes for a hard punch to the face again, Senator grabs his arm, and hits a shoulder breaker.
Senator and VorteX went back and forth with some quick offense, both of them managing to get a few moves in, but no pin covers were made yet. As the two went back and forth, eventually Senator managed to hit a snapmare, taking VorteX to the ground. Senator followed up with a soccer kick, and as VorteX lay back on the ground in pain, Senator went for the first cover….1…and VorteX kicks out. Senator goes off the ropes and goes for a high knee drop, but VorteX moves, and Senator crashes to the ground hitting his knee. VorteX gets to his feet, runs forward and hits an enzuiguri to the kneeling Senator, and Senator hits the ground. VorteX covers…1…..and then Senator kicks out.
Again, for the next five minutes, the offense switches back and forth. Senator and VorteX are both hitting light moves and going for pin covers, but so far, not even a two count has been reached. The fans are really getting into the match, and VorteX is actually managing to keep up with Senator. As the two once more face off, VorteX tries to hit a tiger suplex, on Senator, but Senator escapes and hits a Back Ipponzei into a cross armbar. VorteX instantly tries to get out of Senator’s grip, and doesn’t manage to do so, but he does manage to reach the ropes. Senator is forced to break the hold. Senator lets go and gets up, and VorteX strikes right away. He runs forward, gets behind Senator, and hits a neckbreaker. Senator hits the ground, and instantly grabs his neck seeming to be in pain. VorteX pins, and gets a 2 count before Senator kicks out. Senator then grabs his neck again.
It appears that somehow Senator’s neck is hurt, and VorteX isn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Senator is already standing by the time VorteX goes to attack though. Senator wrenches VorteX’s arm, and goes for an axe kick, however VorteX ducks, and before Senator can turn to attack again, VorteX clubs Senator in the neck, and then as Senator goes forward, VorteX hooks his arm around Senator’s head, and plants him down with a DDT. He quickly goes for another pin, and Senator once again kicks out at two. It is obvious that VorteX has hit onto something. Senator is obviously in pain, and VorteX is effectively taking advantage of it. His strategy is working, and the fans are impressed by the way that VorteX is handling the match, even though they are cheering for Senator.
The match continues with VorteX working the neck, and being able to keep Senator under his control. Senator won’t be put out easily though. Even though VorteX gets many moves in, Senator himself manages to fight back on many occasions. VorteX tries to go for yet another DDT, but Senator counters with a knee, and then continues to hit knees to VorteX’s ribs. Senator chains that right into a throat thrust, and then hits a Liberty Spike. He pins, and only gets a two count however. Senator goes for an armbar on the downed VorteX, and he manages to lock it in. VorteX is in pain, and Senator wrenches in the pressure. Eventually however, VorteX is able to escape. Senator lifts up VorteX and then tries to hit the Senatorial Series, but VorteX slips behind him and locks in a dragon sleeper wrenching on the neck, and once again, Senator is taken off of his guard by the offense to the neck.
VorteX keeps the sleeper locked in for a long time, and Senator looks to be fading. The referee goes forward to try to see if he is knocked out, but all of a sudden, Senator starts fighting. He begins to get back to a standing position, but VorteX quickly transitions into a regular sleeper. The hold lasts for a few seconds, as Senator seems to fade again, but all of a sudden Senator grabs VorteX, and hits the Senatorial Stunner! VorteX’s hold is broken, and he hits the ground hard. Senator stands up and grabs his neck, wincing in pain, but he isn’t going to lose this match. VorteX begins to stand, and Senator comes up from behind. He hits a Low Angle Pickup German Suplex. VorteX hits the ground hard, but Senator lifts him up again and hits a Sheer Drop Backdrop Suplex. Senator gets VorteX up again and finishes up with the Liberalizer(Full Nelson Bulldog) to complete the Senatorial Series to the cheers of the fans. Senator goes for the pin 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out! Now it’s Senator’s time for some revenge. Senator hits a mix of quick submissions and quick strikes to keep VorteX down. For the next few minutes, Senator manages to retake control of the match. Eventually Senator manages to hit the Polarizer. The fans cheer because it could be over here….1….2….but VorteX gets his feet on the ropes. Senator looks a bit disappointed, but he lifts up VorteX. VorteX obviously needs to make a quick comeback, and he draws inside of him to be able to do so. As Senator tries to lift him, he pushes Senator away into the turnbuckle. VorteX takes a second, before running forward, and quickly hitting the Whirlwind DDT, landing Senator right on the head again…obviously hurting his neck. VorteX grabs the leg and pins…. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Senator just manages to kick out to the delight of the crowd. VorteX stands up. He almost pulled off the upset and he’s obviously disappointed. Senator is hurt, and once again grabs his neck, but he still manages to stand up to VorteX’s disappointment. VorteX moves forward and is taken surprise as Senator manages to hit a hard knife edge chop to VorteX! VorteX draws back in pain, and Senator is hurt as well, but he still manages to hit another chop! He quickly increases the pace, and soon, the chops are coming at full speed, as VorteX has backed himself into a corner. Chop after chop. Chop after chop. VorteX chest turns red. VorteX walks forward, and Senator instantly hits a Capture Bomb, turning towards the middle of the ring in the process. Senator clutches his neck and pins…. 1 . . . 2 . . . VorteX kicks out! Senator lies on the ground for a second to gather his energy, and he finally manages to get to his feet. VorteX himself begins to slowly get to his feet. Senator runs forward and goes for the Filibuster all of a sudden! VorteX seems taken by surprise…but he escapes before he’s slammed down, and lands on his feet. He charges towards Senator, but Senator dodges, and VorteX jumps onto the second rope. Senator turns to attack, and VorteX hits a hard kick to the head, causing Senator to fall backwards. VorteX is hurt, and he leans forward…hurting, but managing to climb up to the top rope. He waits for a second, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a moonsault! 1 . . . 2 . . . And Senator kicks out! The fans are going crazy for this amazing match. Once again, both men get up at the same time, after a long wait on the ground. VorteX comes up from behind Senator, and tries to hit a german suplex. Senator however, manages to elbow VorteX in the head. VorteX however, once again, clubs Senator in the neck. Senator seems hurt. Senator stands in pain because of his neck, and VorteX backs up. VorteX runs forward and flips, going for a blackout dropkick, but Senator manages to move. VorteX sees him dodging however, and is able to somehow complete a front flip onto his feet. The weakened Senator however slips behind VorteX, and takes advantage of the fact that he is momentarily stunned, and hits a backslide pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!!!!!!
Phillip: Here is your winner… “The Senator”, Steve Phillips!
VorteX kicks out right after three, but it’s too late. Senator gets up clutching his neck, and VorteX gets up disappointed. VorteX tried his best however, and he can’t complain…Senator gives VorteX another nod, once again to compliment VorteX’s performance, and while VorteX will not be advancing, he definitely performed well against one of ACW’s top competitors. Senator however, now has to worry about the next round, as he is one step closer to becoming the Emperor of the Ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:53:53 GMT -5
Segment: The One and True Emperor (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the scene fades in to show Kevin Anderson standing in the middle of one of the many halls in the ACW backstage area. He stands perfectly still, mic in hand, awaiting the signal from the camera man. Once he receives it, his eyes light up, and he opens his mouth to speak...only to promptly shut it when he hears a loud crash to his left. He looks in that direction only to see an empty hallway. After a few moments, Andrew Hunter appears from around the corner, brushing himself off and awkwardly smiling and chuckling. He approaches Kevin and clears his throat, and then awkwardly smiles once again. Kevin raises an eyebrow at him, and when Hunter notices this, his appearance suddenly becomes angry and dominant, and when he speaks, he speaks with an unusually deep voice.
Hunter: What are you looking at, peasant?
Kevin: ...umm...what did you trip---
Hunter: I tripped over nothing. A stack of chairs simply got in my way. But I showed them...
Kevin: Right then. Anyways, ladies and gentlemen, here with me I have former ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter. Now, Hunter, would you care to comment on the situation with the vacant leadership position of the Senatorial Stable?
Hunter: No. But just because you asked so nicely, I will.
Kevin rolls his eyes slightly as Hunter clears his throat.
Hunter: Well, we all know that I would be the best conceivable leader for the stable. Unfortunately, the egos of my stablemates seem to clash with the obvious, and thereby they will not let me lead. Regardless of this fact, however, I promise to lead our glorious stable to leadership sooner than later.
Kevin: Why must choosing a leader be such a complicated process for you?
Hunter: Because some idiot who shall SENATOR remain nameless decided that the best possible way for the stable to make decisions is to do it as a group. When we all agree on something, that's when it happens.
Kevin: Does that include drafting people into the stable?
Hunter: Clearly not. Hence Dyke Month.
Kevin: ...is that what you're calling the previous month?
Hunter: I am now.
Kevin: Right then...next question: you have entered yourself in this year's Emperor of the Ring tournament for the second time in a row. How do you feel your chances are when remembering that last year you lost in the opening round match to Jonny Spade?
Hunter: He got lucky, damn it!
Kevin: I'm sure.
Hunter: Anyways, I plan on taking this whole tournament, regardless of who stands in my way. My first opponent is another Jonny, who I will easily defeat. I mean...come on. What's he ever done?
Kevin: Well---
Hunter: And sure, the Senator's in it. But I've beaten him way more than he's beaten me.
Kevin: And what about the highly publicized entry of Yoko Satoshi?
Hunter widens his eyes for a moment, and then returns to his cocky gaze, albeit with a slight look of doubt.
Hunter: She's not a problem either.
Kevin: But she's one of the only people in ACW whom you don't have a win over.
Hunter: Yeah, well...things will change, I assure you.
Kevin: I...see...
Hunter: Moving on! I'm going to be the Emperor of the Ring, that's 100% guaranteed. But the thing is, I realize full well that there's more than just a little tournament that I have to win to seize this title.
Kevin: What do you mean?
Hunter: I'm officially making a historic announcement right now: by the end of the year, I will be the most powerful and dominant wrestler in ACW history, the one and true Emperor! I plan on winning every title, defeating every big name wrestler, and will make myself the first...and only...IMMORTAL WRESTLER!
Kevin: What about Hulk Hogan?
Hunter: ...fuck him! IMMORTAL ACW WRESTLER! And it all starts tonight, when I take back my ACW World Title from that cowardly traitor Wy---
Kevin: Your match isn't for the title.
Hunter: ...vern. What the hell are you talking about?
Kevin: It's a non-title match.
Hunter: Oh...well...umm...I'LL BEAT HIM ANYWAY! And when I win the tournament, I'll take back my title at Samhain! And it'll be the easiest win of my career, because he'll still be weakened from the hurting I'm gonna give him tonight. SEACREST OUT!
Following these words, Hunter steps out of the frame, loudly marching off to what one can only assume is the ring. Kevin watches him go with a raised eyebrow, and then turns back to the camera and opens his mouth to speak...but nothing comes out. He thinks better of it, really. Instead, he simply does the "cut throat" with his hand, and it's over just like that.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:54:37 GMT -5
Segment: Another stereotypical video camera segment (Credit: Hitman)
Mundo es perdido
That's the only thing I read when I looked down at my shirt. "Humanity is lost." Such a negative set of mind to be in, most people would probably think. It actually echoed my sentiments on the world that I view today: nobody wants to wait for anything, people demand every little thing imaginable and everyone is complaining about everything they've dealt. I, on the other hand, choose to bide my time, demand nothing and live with whatever I've been dealt. That is how I handle my wrestling career.
So, all I can do is wonder, how will this be integrated into another chapter in my series of video camera promos?
All I could do now is slip on my shirt to match my ring attire and turn on the camera. It was a rainy evening out here in Maple Creek but it didn't faze me. I felt nice and cozy up in this loft where my promo would occur. Something about it was nice. Maybe it was great to have a break from reality.
XS3: "The date is Sunday, August 26. The time is 5:44 PM. Something tells me that somewhere down the road, I'm going to pay for my sins. Why is that? Is it because that I've been a bad little boy? Have I wronged all these people only to have it come back and bite me in the ass? Have I become the catalyst for something very explosive? The only thing I need to worry about right now is my own career. I don't need anyone to tell me to be good again. All I need to focus on is the Entourage. I've got their backs and I know deep down, they've got mine."
I smirked, wondering how my mind could come up with all this stuff on such short notice. It was no secret that I was still a little burned out after the Ultimate X match.
XS3: "Recently, people have decided to say something to my face about the tangent I went on at Heatwave about Wyvern. Give me a break. Those clowns in the back know that I echoed their sentiments and thoughts on our 'glorious' champ. You know something else? I'm not going to stop with just Wyvern. I'm going to vent my frustrations on the entire roster in the weeks to come. Do you know why that is, children? Because I'm sick and tired of being the guy in the background having to let only actions do the talking. I'm not as dumb as you people perceive me to be. If anything, you should be more concerned about the people I'm going to bulldoze in the Emperor of the Ring tournament."
Yes, the Emperor of the Ring 2007 Tournament. Such a glorious concept, it was, not to mention "original".
XS3: "There is… one person… that I'd like to discuss at the moment. His name is Ross Lambert. I admit, I watched his promo at Heatwave and took in every word he said. Man Ross, I thought I was ACW's master of sharing a backstory. Hell kid, you pretty much summed up your entire life right there. Quite frankly, that's all you can share with the rest of the world because there isn't much you've done in your life thus far. You say that you will take down Yoko Satoshi and win the tournament. Brother, you need to keep dreaming because dreams are the only things that fuel you right now. You don't have much in terms of tactics and survivalism. Yes, I stated the name of a Nine Inch Nails song, bite me. Haha. But I think you need to rewatch Heatwave and witness when my colleague Jay Zero got hit with a weedwhacker. Do you want that to be in your immediate future, Ross? Is this all you've been waiting for are blades jammed into your side? I think you need to rethink your decisions and wisely back out of the tourney. After all, it would spare you the agony of defeat of losing your first round match to Mister Jason Freeman. Oh, and while I can't stand the old guy, Senator Steve is smarter than you'll ever be so I wouldn't spit it like that, son."
Wow, I went off topic there. Honestly, I need to control my ADD. Regardless, I stood up from my chair and slipped off my shirt, showing my physique to the camera.
XS3: "Now then, let's get one thing straight, Ay See Dubya. All of you involved in the EOTR tournament need to wise up and realize who you're dealing with. I'm no pushover and I will damn sure prove it to anyone who wants to doubt me. I'll start with my first round opponent, Rena Matheson. When she steps in between those ring ropes, she will be in for a world of trouble. Thunderkiss managed to screw with her mind all those months ago… so now it's my turn to finish the job. Rena, I vow to defeat you and make you go down faster than Paris Hilton at a Chippendale's convention. And once I'm done with you, I will move on… and defeat Yoko Satoshi. Do you know why that is? Because she is feeble, a shell of her former self. I don't care if she wants to reinvent herself as Leatherface, that's all fine with me. Deep down, she knows that someone will end her streak. And dammit, I will be the one to do it!"
Careful there, Matt. Confidence can be a killer. With that thought in my head, I regained my posture and looked into the camera with an intensity that I had been showcasing all of this past month.
XS3: "So to all of those involved in the Emperor of the Ring Tournament, whether you're Ross Lambert, Andrew Hunters, JJB or hell, even Yoko Satoshi, take notice. I will not be your bitch for this evening. My name is XS3… and I will be your worst nightmare."
With that said, I stood up from my chair and shut off the camera. Another good video for my YouTube account, I thought to myself. However, there was something about this intensity, this newfound confidence in my abilities and myself. Something must have reawakened within me to make me this kind of man that I am today.
And you know what the scary thing is?
I like it.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:55:21 GMT -5
Match 6: Wyvern vs. Hunter
The show cuts back to find Philip in the ring, ready to announce the main event.
To cut a long story short, both men make impressive entrances, getting the fans immensely hyped up; this is a case of an old grudge served very, very cold…
Bell Rings.
There’s not even a pretence of civility between these two men as the bell echoes around the arena; Hunter and Wyvern both have a burning urge to score a win over one another, and the punches fly thick and fast for a solid 15-20 seconds before Hunter mis-times a blow, and Wyvern is able to sneak in a glancing strike which puts Hunter off-balance. A snap suplex brings Hunter to the mat, and Wyvern targets his opponent’s leg, grabbing the ankle and then stamping on the back of the knee joint. Hunter grimaces and kicks Wyvern away; he leaps up and charges, knocking Wyvern backward over the nearest set of ropes; Wyvern just about hangs on and gets his feet to the apron. The exchange of blows resumes, with Wyvern in a vulnerable position; Hunter gets just a little cocky, however, and Wyvern is able to rake his opponent’s eyes only half-seen by the referee. He hurries to the corner, gets up on the turnbuckle and jumps off into an axe-handle, knocking Hunter down and setting up the first pin of the evening. It gets a 2 count, but Hunter kicks out strongly, and is the first to his feet; he dashes to the ropes and comes storming back to deliver a simple but highly effective clothesline. Wyvern’s head bangs against the mat, and Hunter pivots around and performs a rapid leg drop to his opponent’s throat before making the cover. It too gets a 2 count, and only serves to make Wyvern look even more pissed off than he was coming into the match.
Determined to take the match by the scruff of the neck, Wyvern does something rather similar to Hunter, hurling him into one of the corners and then battering his chest and abdomen with fast, stiff shots. The crowd winces in sympathy, but Hunter refuses to lose his cool; he sucks up the punishment, and then chooses his moment to turn the tables, blocking with his arms and driving a knee forward into Wyvern before grabbing him around the head and ramming said body part into the turnbuckle pad at close range. With a cold sort of fury, Hunter takes advantage of their positioning and turns Wyvern upside down into a tree of woe; the crowd wants something deliciously brutal, and Hunter takes it upon himself to go for a baseball slide to the face of his foe. Wyvern, however, is not yet soft in the head, and pulls himself up at the last second; Hunter slides into the post and the crowd cries out at the nasty-looking impact. Freeing himself from the ropes, Wyvern smirks as he jumps to the outside of the ring; while Hunter is distracted, he carefully takes the ring steps apart and places the top piece centrally in front of the ropes on the outside, facing the ramp. He then taunts Hunter, whose fiery temper makes him vulnerable; the self-declared “Emperor” charges and dives over the ropes, only for Wyvern to catch and twist him around in the air so that he slams on to the “step trap” with a loud bang. The fans yell, covering Hunter’s roar of pain; looking smug, Wyvern bundles his opponent back into the ring and makes the pin for what he thinks will now be an easy victory-
-but Hunter is made of far tougher stuff than your average bloke, and kicks out at 2.5 to the crowd’s vindication and delight. Riding the wave of support, Hunter busts out the Dynamite while Wyvern is getting his act back together, and nearly snatches it there and then; only real tenacity on Wyvern’s part allows him to get his arm up in time. Sensing it’s been, ooooh, minutes without a cliché, Hunter winds up for the Spartan Kick, but Wyvern sees it coming a mile away and ducks before replying with his twisted Fameasser variation, kneeing Hunter viciously in the face on the way down. Perhaps that ought to have ended the affair, but Hunter refuses to capitulate and rises once again after a near-three count; for the next three or four minutes the pair try and fail to scout one another out, the match swinging first one way and then another. It’s the sort of deadlock which could potentially go on almost indefinitely…
…but as so often happens, it’s the smallest of factors on which the world turns. With Wyvern up against the ropes, Hunter has a choice – his foe is open for a Floyd Kick variation, or even a mighty spear. However, such reckless behaviour has got Hunter in trouble before, and he opts for the mature solution, engaging Wyvern at the ropes and bringing him back into the centre. His strategy is sound, and after delivering a sharp elbow to his foe’s temple for good measure, he moves in close for the Red Apple Driver. But unfortunately, on this occasion the planning doesn’t pay off; Wyvern digs deep, and as Hunter gets very close, he knees him low in the gut and instantly puts everything into the Wings of the Fallen; Hunter has no time to react, or to protect himself. Wyvern pins, hooking the leg, and gets the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… Wyvern!
The crowd boos furiously as Wyvern’s theme fills the air; the World Champion stands up and takes back his belt. He casts a throwaway glance at Hunter as he rouses himself, and slides out of the ring; the sad thing is that the match was actually highly competitive, and Wyvern eventually narrowly won it on his own merits. It’s the sort of thing, the fans instinctively feel, that they see far too little of from the Champion these days.
Wyvern leaves Meltdown feeling that no one can truly step forward to challenge him… but unbeknownst to him, just such a person is watching, and waiting, as they have been doing for a long time. For them, the waiting is almost over…
What else will Warfare bring to surprise us? Can the dwindling Senatorial Stable survive in its depleted state? Can the enlarged Entourage fare any better with so many potential personality clashes? And can I get through a two-day course on how to present evidence at a Public Enquiry in a court without shouting “OBJECTION!” at least once?
More on those stories next week. Don’t forget to tune in…
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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