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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:34:32 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown October 11th 2007
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------
The Prince vs Andrew Williams
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Atomic Kitsune vs Jason Freeman
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ACW Entertainment Championship Ricky Falco vs Echo
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Thunderkiss vs Jon Taylor
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Starkweather vs Jay Zero
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:36:28 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Pain is temporary (credit: Jonny Hughes)
Monday 7th October The Medical Room, ACW Arena
The scene fades to a clinically clean room, in the centre of this room is small treatment table and sat on this table is Jonny Hughes. Hughes is having the wounds he received at the hands of the ACW World Champion Starkweather earlier that evening, the nurse who is treating his wounds presses some cotton wool to the cut on his forehead, drawing a painful expression on Hughes’ face. The camera closes in on Hughes as the nurse rubs Vaseline on the wound to stem the blood flow.
Nurse: That should slow down the bleeding for a while.
Hughes: Thank you miss. Now if you could leave me for a moment.
Nurse: Certainly, I’ll be back in a few minutes to finish treating those wounds.
Hughes waits until the nurse leaves before addressing the fans via the camera.
Hughes: I asked that young lady to leave before I spoke about tonight’s proceedings because I didn’t think the language I was about to use was suitable for the ears of a lady.
Hughes checks the door to make sure he is in fact alone in the room before continuing.
Hughes: Earlier tonight I was brutally assaulted in the ring after my victory over Red by ACW’s World Champion. I must also hasten to add that this attack was without any provocation.
At this point blood starts slowly trickling down the large cut on the forehead of Hughes.
Starkweather, I don’t know what the fuck, and I must apologise to viewers for uttering such an obscenity, your true motivation was for this attack. So far all I’ve heard is that you wanted someone’s attention, I sincerely hope you have obtained it. And I hope you get what is coming to you.
Right now, my blood is coating the canvas of that squared circle. And as you can see, I am not happy about that fact. Every action that we as humans take, has a consequence and the consequences of this attack will be violent and I feel for my next opponent.
The nurse who was treating Hughes re-enters the room and notices the bleeding and immediately sees to it. She forces Hughes to lie down on the table to help this process as we fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:37:59 GMT -5
Segment - Transmissions
The scene opens up to a very blurry shot of a white room, which seems to pulsate with energy. Shapes and colors swirl around, looping and interweaving into a fantastic kaleidoscope. The camera pulls back to reveal a monitor screen, displaying this kaleidoscope of color, and two men in medical outfits gazing at it.
Surgeon A: Is it me, or is this thing broken?
Surgeon B: That’s an image of what’s left of his brain.
Surgeon A: Holy hell…what’d he do, overdose on a truckload of Acid?
Surgeon B: No…something far worse than that. Prior to his death he took roughly 10,000 grams of Ex.
Surgeon A: Ex? As in Exodus, the experimental drug, which if I remember correctly is nowhere near available for consumer use?
Surgeon B: Yeah that’s the one. I’m not quite sure how he got near 1 gram let alone 10,000.
Surgeon A: What exactly does it do again?
Surgeon B: Once heralded as the ‘miracle drug’, Exodus is widely known for its use in rapid healing. No matter what part of the body is damaged, or how badly said part is damaged, it will theoretically heal in all of a minute or two. Of course, after healing the person, it does this to their brain. Question is what was the motivation for taking 10,000 grams of it? The guy had to know just a few grams could completely decimate your brain…
Surgeon A: …Leaving the body untouched.
Surgeon B: What?
Surgeon A: Look at his body, no wounds. You said it yourself; taking Exodus left his body as if it had never been damaged at all. Too bad he’s brain-dead now, which defeats the whole…
At that moment the EKG machine next to them started to pulsate, at first rapidly, however gradually slowing down to just above normal levels.
Surgeon A: Impossible…
The surgeon rushes over to the machine and checks the connections at the patient and at the terminal, then looks up completely shocked.
Surgeon B: How in the hell is his heart working without the aid of his brain? Surgeon A: Must be faulty wi—
At that instant the surgeon’s torso partially explodes, thanks to a shotgun shell to the chest. The surgeon flies backwards, and the rest of him flies everywhere, creating a grisly scene. His partner looks up in horror straight into the barrel of the murder weapon.
Click.
??: Son of a bitch!
Seconds later the assailant uses the butt of the gun to dispose of the second surgeon in a rather harsh manner, and a sharp cracking sound can be heard at the point of impact. The man shoves the surgeon aside, and walks up to the figure lying on top of the operating table.
??: Farewell, brother.
The man raises his gun, intending on recreating the monitor image all over the room. Before he can deliver the blow, a dart zips through the air and pierces him in the side of the neck. The man drops to his knees, holding his neck. As he drops yet another figure walks into view and surveys the scene.
??: Abel, you sure do know how to make a mess out of a situation. Not only do you break into my lab and kill my hired help, you’ve attempted to off my most prized creation twice now.
Abel’s eyes flash and using pure adrenaline he shoots to his feet and grabs the other man by the throat.
Abel: I….won’t…let it happen…AGAIN!
Unfortunately for Abel, his grip doesn’t carry as much intensity as his wording as he slowly begins to slump down feeling the effects of the tranquilizer. Before he hits the floor, the other man takes a hold of his weapon and smashes it directly in Abel’s midsection, and then takes the gun across Abel’s face throwing him backwards into the EKG machine causing an array of sparks to fly everywhere. Abel hits the ground and the EKG machine totters violently but does not fall.
??: Foolish actions like these, make me wonder why I gave you a conscience Abel. The best course of action would be to walk over there and end your life at this very moment…however that wouldn’t be any fun. You know what would be really fun? Forcing you to face the very thing you loathe the most…
The man spins in a half circle making a dramatic sweeping motion with his arms towards the figure lying on the table.
??: Atrus.
The man laughs heartily, and then turns to leave. Before doing so, he takes out a small radio and says a few words into it. After doing this, he walks out of the room, and the scene fades to black.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:40:04 GMT -5
Segment: Regrouping (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
With the Senatorial Stable in full force, ACW technicians had no choice but to bring the camera back into their locker room. Of course, Senator Phillips often does let the booth in on his meeting times, so neither ACW, nor the Stable are caught off guard for such occasions. Enough with the talk about technical show aspects and such...
FSX: YAWN, this is booooring...
Hunter: Christ, man, you're like the equivalent of Gooey. Or, fuck, the Lost Boys. Patience, young grasshopper.
The Senator: Okay, I think this is good a time as any to get things started. See, I think we might have a little problem on our hands. Not an uncontrollable one, but as I see it, since Wyvern has departed from that group that has no name, they have finally found their form. Mind you, a depraved, needlessly violent one, as Mr. Hughes can attest to.
Jonny Hughes, still taped up from Stark's assault from last week, nods his head slowly, a matter-of-fact expression on his face.
Hughes: Damn right, the son of a bitch made me bleed. No-one makes me bleed. If it wasn’t for that chair shot I’d be in that ring tonight getting my third consecutive victory.
Falcon: And we're not gonna take it anymore, right?
FSX: Damn right!
Fitsharris: Um, didn't Hughes just say that?
FSX: Shut up!
Kalb: And I just said that...
Silence from the Fallen One.
Falcon: ...nah...I'll not go there.
Senator: Can we please try to stay on track here? Good! So then, as I was saying before, we have a problem on our hands.
Hunter: Problem? We're the fucking Senatorial Stable, and some movie of the week World Champion isn't going to make us any weaker. Sure he attacked Hughes. The only reason he got him was because it was after the match, and Hughes was tired. He would've kicked his ass otherwise.
Senator: Well the Stable survived, and not by taking our opposition lightly, but by enduring, and fighting back with intelligence.
Hunter: Yeah, but we had real opponents before. Now we've got some sadomasochist with a PhD. Man, I'll take that belt off of him before you can even blink. I should, too, but Lord knows he's too much of a coward to even begin considering facing me. And his flamboyant buddies? They're more of a joke than he is. Hell, the Corporate Alliance posed more of a threat, and all they did was steal titles.
Senator: And I might say here, with the amount of experience that I have under my belt, that we need to take them very seriously. Sure, they might not be organized very well, fine, I will grant you the point that they have only inflicted minor wounds as of yet, but if we grow complacent, if we lose what has kept us along, if we decide that the fight has already been won, then we become relegated to the scrapheap, the ash bin of history, along with every failed group ACW has seen over the years, the Nation of Awesomation, the New Breed, the Upper Echelon, the many Corporate Alliance variations, Pain Inc, all have arrived here, all have had their day in the sun, and all, for their specific reasons, fell! We will not see that day, if I am still standing here in ACW, and that is why I do not stop fighting, that is why I do not get the rest that I so dearly need, that is why I have been the glue that has kept us here!
Hunter: Does that make me the scotch tape? Or are you forgetting that, without me, your “re-imagining” of this stable would have failed? Last I checked, I got us the majority of our members---
FSX: Most of whom left---
Hunter: Shut up. The point is, I've done a hell of a lot more work than you have in that regard. You just give the speeches.
Senator: Well, by no means did I mean to demean your contributions. Perhaps I was a bit bombastic, you know well just how I can be right now, and I apologize if I went overboard. But my general points still stand. We need to be watchful and vigilant against our foes.
Hunter: And while I think you're as paranoid as the Unabomber, I suppose I'll accept your apology.
FSX: Awww, what a nice happy scene!
Hunter and Phillips shake hands, while Kalb punches Fallen Souls in the arm, a perfect time for the camera to lead to the...
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:40:27 GMT -5
Credit: Jay Zero and Jason Freeman Segment: Inspiration to Insanity OFF-AIR [/b][/center] In the Entourage locker room, Jay Zero is on the phone, conversing with the high power-God. He has a smile on his face. [/center] “Yes, I’ve heard about it. Is it the main event?” Zero: Yeah! Haha! This is like, the first time I haven’t been ashamed in the booking committees decisions! Seriously, Starkweather is going to be a horrible champion, if I expose him of that now, maybe it won’t even last long! [/color] “Well you seem rather excited for this.” Zero: Of course I do! Tonight’s going to be my night, I can feel it! [/color] “Just don’t get too cocky about it. You could end up taking a turn for the worst.” Zero: Ah please! Tonight I’m---[/color] ON-AIR [/b][/center] We find Jason Freeman strutting down the hallway, his hair swaying in the wind. He uses his hand to fix it a bit and he continues down the hallway. With each stride, Freeman gets closer and closer to where he’s going until he finally arrives at the Entourage locker room door. He turns the handle and opens the door.
He walks into the room, finding Jay Zero leaning against the wall talking on his cell phone. Jay glares right back at him as he walks in. [/center] Zero: --And um…hold on a second. [/color] He turns his head from his phone. [/center] Zero: What are you doing, Freeman? Don’t you have another match to go and screw up? [/color] Freeman:Oh, haha! That's so funny!! And who are you on the phone with? Jesus again? Haha. Zero: Screw off. [/color] He pulls the phone back up to his ear. [/center] Zero: Yeah, it’s just Freeman. Mmhmm, yeah I thought he’d be gone by now too. Haha! I just said that about him! Oh man, that was great! [/color] Freeman: What the hell are you talking about?! Zero: Yeah, he really does look stupid with that haircut, you’re right! [/color] Jay laughs as he converses with the now unknown person. Freeman however is getting agitated. [/center] Freeman: Who the hell are you talking to, anyways?! Zero: Mhmm, yeah. [/color] Freeman: Who is it?! Zero: Hahaha! Ho-Hold on a second! Freeman’s shouting into my ear! Yeah, yeah it won’t take long!
Excuse me Jason, but I am trying to have an intelligent conversation with my good pal from up above! So uh, try and keep it down! Oh, haha, and nice job losing to ANOTHER Senatorial Stable person on Warfare. How sad. [/color] Freeman: What the...? You’re talking to God again, aren’t you?! Give me that! Jason quickly rips the phone out of Jays hands and pushes him back. [/center] Zero: HEY! THAT’S MINE! [/color] Jason fends Jay off and pulls the phone to his ear. [/center] Freeman: Hello? Hey...anybody there? However, at the other end of the phone, there’s nothing there. [/center] Freeman: Heellooooo? ...Hey God, you here? Freeman pulls the phone back and looks at the screen….it’s blank. The phone isn’t even on. [/center] Freeman: …Jay? Slowly, Freeman looks up at Jay who stares on back at him. Freeman then drops the phone on the couch and backs up. [/center] Freeman: Are…are you okay? Zero: Yes, what the hell is that supposed to mean? [/color] Freeman: On your phone…no—nobodies there... The phone...The phone’s not even on! Zero: What? That’s crazy! [/color] He grabs the phone and looks at it. Freeman’s right. Suddenly his eyes bulge out and he scrambles to turn it on. [/center] Zero: The-the battery probably just died! [/color] Freeman: Um… Zero: I was just talking to him, I swear! [/color] A light then flashes up from the phone as it turns on. Jay starts shaking his head to find a full battery. [/center] Zero: No…No No No! [/color] Freeman: Look—I uh, got a match with Atomic tonight...it's coming up soon, so...I’m gonna go. As Freeman reels back he pats around trying to find something to grab on to. He’s afraid that Jay has lost it. [/center] Zero: Here! Look through the calls! There should be a 816 number in there several times! [/color] Freeman just looks at him blankly. Slowly he grabs the phone and looks through it. He shakes his head and drops the phone again. [/center] Freeman: Yeah, I’m out of here. Zero: What?! It’s there, isn’t it?! HAH! I TOLD YOU! [/color] Freeman: No, actually the last call on the phone is yesterday from some Stefanie girl. Zero: --You’re kidding me! [/color] Freeman: Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but…come on, this is SO MUCH better than whatever you make fun of me for! I mean...seriously, have you gone completely insane? Jay grabs the phone and desperately looks through it. [/center] Zero: Wha---No, he was…just! [/color] Freeman shakes his head and heads for the door. [/center] Freeman: Whatever, man! You've COMPLETELY lost it! Freeman leaves the room and the scene begins to fade out, leaving us with the shot of a puzzled Jay Zero. Has he lost his mind? [/center] OFF-AIR [/b][/center] Jay looks so troubled at the moment, but everything is put to rest when his cell phone begins to ring and that familiar number pops up. He shakes his head and keeps saying the same word over and over again. [/center] Zero: No…No…No…No.. [/color] It keeps ringing and a confused Jay Zero finally picks up the phone. [/center] Zero: Why are you doing this to me?! I look like a mad man! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! [/color] “Jay, please…..even I’m not perfect. I make mistakes too—I made Jason Freeman. Now I must protect myself from my own mistakes……Good luck tonight.” Zero: Wait.. [/color] ‘God’ then hangs up the phone on the other end, leaving Jay Zero alone on the line. One question may have been answered, but Jay still looks a bit confused………
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:42:41 GMT -5
Match 1: The Prince vs Andrew Williams (Credit: Andrew Williams) As the thumping beat to “Shakespeare” by Akala blares our from the speakers the ACW faithful rise to their feet, ready to welcome ACW’s newest prospect…The Prince. He strides through the curtain as Philip finishes announcing his name, hood up and a look of sheer concentration etched on his handsome features. He takes his time coming to the ring; largely ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans…he looks like he is completely in the zone.
The lights dim as the synth pad kicks in, plunging the arena into darkness. Green laser lights circle the audience slowly in time with the noise of the synth, slowly picking up speed as the instrumental builds. Then as the guitar kicks in the lights flash in time, then flash red and green simultaneously as the clapping occurs. Immediately after, as the lead singer screams the opening words, the arena light come back on to reveal Andrew Williams, complete with Golden Tiger mask, with his arms spread. Mr. Kaito slowly walks out behind him.
As Williams makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with nearby fans as Kaito gives him a motivational speech. He sprints quickly up the steps and vaults over the top rope, landing on the middle ropes in the corner. Williams raises his arms above his head before slowly removing his mask and handing it to Mr. Kaito. He then steps through the ropes, which he repeatedly runs between before rolling his shoulders in preparation of the start of the match.Bell Rings As the bell rings Williams walks to the centre of the ring, his right arm outstretched in a display of respect to his opponent. The Prince accepts the gesture and both men’s eyes lock on the others before they nod and retreat to opposite corners, ready to begin the match. Both men circle cautiously before locking up in the centre of the ring. With a powerful flick of his left arm and lightning quick movement, Williams is able to drop The Prince to the mat in an Armbar. The Prince quickly scrambles to the ropes and Williams breaks instantly, retreating to the centre of the ring poised to attack again. The Prince’s rush catches Williams off guard, allowing him to hit a Running Leg Lariat which takes him off his feet. He follows it up with a Standing Moonsault which Williams is able to avoid. Both men roll simultaneously to their feet, poised to attack, and stare at each other as the crowd cheer both men’s athleticism. They share a small smile before circling each other again; The Prince attempts to charge at Williams again but he is ready for it and sends him crashing to the mat using a Drop Toe Hold. Williams comes flying off the ropes and aims a Basement Dropkick at The Prince’s head but ends up hitting nothing but air as The Prince springs to his feet. The Prince comes flying off the ropes, as Williams gets to a vertical base, and connects with a rapid Spinning Headscissors which sends Williams tumbling out of the ring. The Prince, in the centre of the squared circle, points towards Williams as the crowd cheer before running off the opposite ropes to gain momentum before leaping over the ropes with a Running Flip Senton. Unfortunately for The Prince, Andrew Williams had the move scouted and moved out of the way, leaving The Prince to crash and burn into the guard rail. Williams quickly drags The Prince to his feet, rolling him into the ring and going for the cover. The Prince kicks out marginally after two. Williams hauls The Prince to his feet, driving his knee into his midsection and instantaneously hitting a Snap Suplex at frightening speed. He covers but The Prince once again kicks out after two. This time, Williams allows The Prince to find his feet himself yet stays poised in attack position, drilling the left knee of The Prince with a flurry of vicious kicks as he turns to face him. This combo drops The Prince to one knee and Williams wastes no time in coming off the ropes to connect with a huge Shining Yakuza kick. He hooks the leg as the crowd count along with the referee yet, somehow, The Prince is able to kick out once more. A look of gritty determination on his face, Andrew Williams hauls his resilient opponent to his feet before sending him off the ropes; Williams hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and throws out his right arm as they meet in the middle of the ring, turning The Prince inside out with a Golden Sunrise as the crowd gasp at the ferociousness of the connection. Williams smiles inwardly, believing the match to be over, yet before he can turn to cover The Prince and gain victory something, or someone, in the crowd catches his eye and he freezes. As the camera pans around into the audience it becomes apparent what Williams is looking at. Sat in around Row 10 is Francis Williams, Andrew’s father, flanked by two massive security guards and wearing a warm smile. Andrew simply stares at his father as if he’s just witnessed lightning strike that very spot before shaking himself and mouthing something along the lines of “What’re you doing here?!”. There is anger in his eyes and it is clear that Andrew is less than happy with him being here. Meanwhile The Prince stirs, slowly finding his feet with the help of the ropes. He looks momentarily confused, before spotting Williams staring directly at his perplexed father. Not a man to waste an opportunity to claim victory The Prince takes a deep breath and sprints forward, leaping to flip Andrew Williams over and onto his head with a spectacular Reverse Hurricanrana. The Prince quickly covers but Williams is able to kick out after 2. He doesn’t allow Williams any breathing space, instead preferring to drag him to his feet so he can take him straight back down with a Tiger Suplex resulting in, once again, Williams landing on his head. The Prince then hurriedly scales the turnbuckle, pausing for a second on the top before leaping into the air and spinning at an unbelievable rate as he connects with The Philosophy. He covers and the crowd mirror the ref’s count… … “ONE” … “TWO” … “THREE!!” The Prince rolls backwards and onto his knees, his arms raised and a satisfied smile on his face as Philip announces him as the winner and the fans chant his name. On the opposite side of the ring, Andrew Williams rises to his feet clutching the back of his head. He slowly walks across to The Prince and puts out his right hand. The Prince accepts the handshake and Williams raises his hand, much to the delight of the fans who rise to their feet, cheering. Williams shakes The Prince’s hand once more before dropping to the mat and rolling out, quickly making his way up the ramp, followed by a disappointed looking Mr. Kaito.
Before he leaves through the curtain Williams raises his hand and the crowd cheer him. Back inside the ring, The Prince makes his way over to the turnbuckle, climbing up and raising his hands. Unseen by The Prince, Josh the Jersey Boy leaps over the guard rail from within the crowd, a chair in his hands. He slides into the ring and the crowd shout, trying to warn The Prince but it is too late. As he turns around Josh nails him in the head with the chair, opening up a wound on his forehead from which a stream of blood springs. The Prince crumbles and Josh begins to stomp on him before diving out of the ring and running off through the crowd as security come rushing down the ramp.
Fade to Black.(OOC: Post-Match Credits to The Prince/Josh the Jersey Boy)
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:44:27 GMT -5
Segment: Challenges (credit: Jonny Hughes, Jason Freeman)
Meltdown fades from its last piece to the interviewing area backstage. Stood by is ACW Interviewer Charlotte King who is being joined at this time by Jonny Hughes. Hughes is dressed in his normal clothing and is still showing the effects of the beatdown he received from Starkweather on Monday, his forehead has a rather large plaster on it, covering the cut, and his posture is not as good as usual which leads us to believe that Hughes is suffering some muscle pain.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here and I am joined at this time by Jonny Hughes.
Hughes: Indeed you are Miss King. Tell me, how long is it since we last spoke?
Charlotte: Ummm… A couple of hours? We were sat at the same table for lunch.
Hughes: Ah yes, right you are Miss King.
Charlotte: Now back to the interview, earlier this week you were attacked by the World Champion and suffered some injuries at his hands. How are you feeling physically?
Hughes: To be honest Miss King I’m not great. I’ve got a pretty bad cut on my head and my back is aching as we speak. I’m not cleared to wrestle tonight but if the chance arose I’d take it because even in this physical condition I know I would be more than a match for the majority of this rost-
All of a sudden however, Hughes stops mid=sentence, and looks at something, or perhaps someone who is stood behind Charltte. Standing before him, as the camera zooms out, is Jason Freeman, looking none too pleased.
Freeman: Okay, okay, look, let's get this over with quickly. Emperor of the Ring. I'm sure you remember what happened. I was facing Hunter...
Hughes: And then you lost. Yes, I remember.
Freeman: No. And then I was attacked from behind by two men. Two men who knocked me out, and got me pinned. I would've won that match...
Hughes: No, you wouldn't have. If anything, you should thank me. I gave you an excuse to hide behind, so you wouldn't have had to lose cleanly. Look, if you want to-
Freeman cuts him off, and Hughes looks pretty annoyed.
Freeman: And you know what? I've had a problem with you for a while. Because if you remember, when we were teamed together in the Lethal Lottery, it was YOU who took the fall. It was YOU who kept ME from getting the title shot that I deserved!
Hughes obviously doesn't see the situation this way, but Freeman seems enraged. He hasn't ever really gotten a chance to confront Hughes about this, and now that he has, he lets loose.
Freeman: You were some mystery partner. I could've ended up with anybody. And it just HAD to be you.
Hughes: Well, if we HAD won that match, I would have defeated you in the finals anyways, so I don't see what difference this argument makes.
Freeman: Okay, fine, you know what? Let's find out what would have happened.
Hughes: Fine. Tonight. You and me in that ring.
The fans cheer at the idea of this match, wanting to see the score settled, and to find out who would come out on top. Freeman looks to be considering it, but then all of a sudden he stops and shakes his head.
Freeman: Well that's a great idea! But...unfortunately...I'm busy tonight.
The fans boo...
Freeman: I've got a match against AK tonight.
Hughes: Which I have no doubt that you’ll lose. Next Monday, then?
Freeman: Make it a week from today.
The fans seem a bit annoyed again, not really wanting to wait this long, but from the look on Hughes's face, he doesn't seem to care exactly when the match is, as long as it happens. He does seem curious however.
Hughes: Why not Monday?
Freeman: Because I want time to prepare myself to finally get revenge on you. I think I'll wait a week.
Hughes: Well, you can continue to think that you're going to get revenge if you want, Freeman, but unlike you, I actually WILL be respected in the Senatorial Stable, because unlike you, I'm not worthless.
Freeman: Well, we'll just have to see about that, I guess. And in any case, I've got a match to get ready for. I'll see you next week.
Freeman walks away, leaving Hughes to stare at him as he walks out of sight. Hughes promptly leaves, leaving Charlotte on her own and without an interview. She looks into the camera with a confused expression on her face as we fade
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:45:23 GMT -5
Segment: Post-Match Thoughts (Credit: Andrew Williams)
Andrew Williams is clearly unhappy with the result of his match as he enters the backstage area through the black curtain, followed shortly after by mentor, Mr. Kaito. He snatches a bottle of water from a random member of ACW’s vast backstage crew and leans against a whitewashed wall taking large gulps between deep, panting breaths. When the contents of the bottle have been drained he discards it with a stony look on his face, his emotions betrayed by his eyes – ablaze with fury.
He turns to Kaito who shoots him a stern look and the pair share an unheard conversation at the end of which Kaito nods solemnly, takes Williams’ mask and departs, leaving Williams alone with his thoughts. He paces back and forth, his forehead wrinkled as he is clearly in deep thought. The ever-elegant Charlotte King approaches, microphone in hand, and upon noticing her Williams shoots her a warm smile and stops his pacing.
Charlotte: Bad time?
Williams: Not at all, go ahead.
Charlotte: Well firstly, I’ve got to say…commiserations Andrew, we saw you put on quite a display out there but ultimately, as seems to be the pattern for you here in ACW, you ended up on the wrong end of a 3-Count. Do you put this down to bad luck or is it fault in your personal performance?
Williams: Well Charlotte, I’m not a man who believes in luck – we are the masters of our own destiny. I thought I did well out there but I wasn’t 100% focused and when you’re not focused you lose – it’s as simple as that. You can’t rest on your laurels against anyone in ACW or you’ll be punished.
Charlotte: Speaking of being punished…what is the current status of your relationship with your father? Is--
Williams: I mean no disrespect Charlotte but that isn’t a subject I’m willing to discuss right now.
The fire can be seen burning in his eyes again, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Charlotte and she chooses not to press the matter.
Charlotte: So, where do you feel you need to go from here?
Williams: Well I think I need to get back into the gym, train harder with Mr. Kaito, and generally refocus myself. Once I get that first victory I feel that a big psychological barrier will have been breached and it’ll be up to me to build from there to establish myself here.
Charlotte: Well, it certainly sounds like you’ve got everything figured out. What about in the long term? Is there a specific belt you’ve got your sights on?
Williams: Well, I’d love to hold gold at any level within this promotion and, naturally, the World Title is always an ambition. However, for me I’ll have to say that holding the LightHeavyweight Title is a big ambition of mine. Now, unfortunately I’ve got things to deal with so I’m going to have to leave you at this point.
Charlotte: Ok, well thanks for talking to me.
Williams: It’s always a pleasure.
On that note Williams walks off, at quite a pace, in the general direction of his locker room. His face is set, determined and it is clear he has something important on his mind.
Fade to Black.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:46:26 GMT -5
Segment: “Rewind Segment #2” Credit: T-Kiss OH ITS TIME TO GO BACK IN TIME ...
WITH A THUNDERKISS REWIND!
October 17th, 1997 Springwood, Ohio [It was almost a decade ago. My how time flies. In one of the few occasions where he left the barren confines of Las Vegas, Aj ventured out on this particular year to celebrate his new found freedom. Just having graduated high school, he felt his whole life was in front of him and that life certainly didn’t involve Sin City. Wanting to know just who he was as a person, he decided to get into his rusty, old Chevy and take to the highways in an effort to find his father. Though he wasn’t sure the exact address, he knew the town and it was just a matter of getting there. For days he drove and with each passing hour he felt as if he and his seat were melting together as one. On this particular day it was worse than usual and he desperately needed a break. Waiting for the next town to stop in, his eyes finally spotted it and to Aiden it couldn’t have been soon enough. Pulling off the interstate, he comes to a stop at the local gas station so he’ll be ready in the morning to take off. As he drives up to the pump, an old fashioned bell rings and out comes an elderly man in work overalls covered with oil stains.] Gas Station Attendant: Top it off mister? Aiden Joseph: Top it off? Gas Station Attendant: You know ... fill it up? Aiden: Oh... yeah, please! Sorry, we don’t have full service gas stations where I come from. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Aiden leans back in his seat and surveys the landscape. It seems like a nice Midwestern town, with small houses with white picket fences everywhere the eye can see. It is as if Norman Rockwell painted this town to life ... that is until Aiden’s eyes fall upon what appears to be a school. Boarded up and falling down, it looks as if hell spewed it out of its bowels right here in the middle of serenity. Curious, Aiden pokes his head out of his window in the direction of the gas attendant.] Aiden: Say, what’s up with school over there? Attendant: Been closed for years. Aiden: Well where do the children go to school then? Gas Station Attendant: There are no children in this town. [Aiden does a double take at the attendant.] Aiden: Are you kidding? Gas Station Attendant: Nope. Aiden: You’re honestly telling me that no family in this town has any children? [The attendant says no more and does his best to change the subject.] Gas Station Attendant: That will be eighteen fifty. [Finding this very strange and very odd, Aiden wants to press the matter further but decides to just let it go. Its been a long day and right now the last thing he wants to do is press his luck with some old gasman here in the sticks. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty and hands it to the old man.] Aiden: Hey, do you know any good motels around here? Its kinda getting late and another eight hours on the road doesn’t sound all that great right now. Gas Station Attendant: There’s one in the next town, you can find it just down the road 15 miles from here. Aiden: There’s none around here? Gas Station Attendant: There is, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I think you’d find the one down the road better suited for you.
Aiden: Honestly, I don’t care if the place is littered in cockroaches at this point. I just need a place to crash.
[There is no response. Bewildered, Aj watches the old man turn from him and walk away back into the gas station.]
Aiden *shouting*: NICE TALKING TO YA! ...damn, what a freak....
[Aj drives away in the direction of the next town. He curses underneath this breath at it now appears his journey must continue on - and then he sees it, the motel the gas clerk spoke of. The “Springwood Motel” doesn’t look to bad on the outside, though it certainly isn’t the Ritz. “What the hell” are the words that spring into Aiden’s mind shortly before he does a left hand turn into the motel’s parking lot. Exhausted, he opens his doors and plods out of the drivers seat. Bags in hand, he heads towards the front doors.]
Aiden: Finally .... SLEEP!
[As Aiden walks inside the billboard light suddenly crackles on. It reads: NO VACANCY.]
[END]
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:47:03 GMT -5
Segment: But how do we know when irrational exuberance has unduly escalated asset values…(Credit: Echo)
Tonight, I resolved, I was not going to spaz over existential angst. I was not going to beat my head against the wall worrying what to do about Alicia and Joachim. The word “memory” would not even cross my lips. I would not see anything I was not supposed to see, hear anything the cosmic order had not intended me to hear, or stretch out lethargically on the couch, devoid of motivation or any sort of joi d’vivre, and wake up screaming an hour later.
Because tonight I had a title shot. Not a big one, but one nonetheless.
Last week, they hadn’t actually told me I was beating those other two senseless for a chance to set aim on one of the belts until right before I’d gone on, but that hadn’t exactly stopped me from taking what I’d had coming to me. And so tonight, I had my opportunity, against a man who’d gotten his ass kicked the week before, with the benefit of physical freshness and, for once, a clear, focused mindset.
The math added up, but as I’d found over and over again, life didn’t always conform to the math. This wasn’t something I’d have to go into dragging a ton of psychological baggage with me, but it wasn’t something I could afford to halfass like it was nothing. Far from it; while Captain Falcon wasn’t exactly Hannibal at the gates, I was not going out there looking like I’d just woken up not even knowing I had a match. So it was that I showed up at the arena that night in full ring gear and more importantly, in full “killing” mode, niqab and all, ready to go knee some teeth out of whoever I had to.
That scrawny interviewer had the audacity to be waiting outside my locker room when I got there. “Echo!” he shouted as if I’d assume he was talking to someone else, flailing his arms around like a spastic windmill. “Hey, Echo!”
I managed to get by him, but he was now standing in the doorway, so I couldn‘t slam the door unless I wanted to relieve him of some limbs, and I wasn‘t that psyched up yet. “What?” There wasn’t any getting away when he was in the doorway, so I stopped and gave him the most absolutely withering glare I could manage.
“Do you have any comments on your entertainment title shot ton--”
“No.”
“But don’t you want to--”
“No.”
“What about Ric--”
“No.”
“Don’t you even--”
“No.”
“But wha--”
“No.”
He finally got a word in edgewise. “Can you say anything other than ‘no’?”
“Yes.”
With that, I slammed the door, figuring if he wanted to survive intact he’d get out of its way. True to form, he did, and I was about to go through a couple last-minute preparations when somebody, probably him again, pounded on the door. I turned and opened it.
Sure enough, him again. “Look, I’m sorry if you’re in a mood or something, but can you at least give me something to take back to the fans?”
Very briefly, I contemplated kneeing him in the gut and leaving him to take that back for posterity. The temptation was immense, but I really didn’t need to be sued to cover the cost of his ruptured spleen. I settled for lifting the aforementioned knee, tapping it to produce the disconcerting “thud“ the kneepads tended to produce when they hit something. “See this?”
“Yeah…” He looked wary, as if he knew what was going through my mind.
“This does my talking for me. You’ll hear enough of it in the ring tonight.”
I shut the door back, and this time he did not try again, which was good because it probably would’ve resulted in me giving in to temptation.
Ten minutes to go time. Just enough time left to spray on some cinnamon and get focused. And I’d get focused, all right. If all went well they’d be seeing some serious violence out there tonight, and I’d come back with a shiny gold belt that didn’t really pay the rent any better than my current status…but it’d look good, and with the frazzled wreck I was becoming lately I could use all of that I could get.
So this was it. The champ was about to have a thousand maledictions rain down on him, his children, and his children’s children, and they’d start right about the time I hit the ring.
End.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:47:39 GMT -5
Match 2: Atomic Kitsune vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Hunter) I should get paid for this, for the record. No need to go into details as to why, but I should. Either way, let's do this thing: -CHICKAPOWZAM!- That's a lariat coming from everyone's favorite Kitsune (or Laureano, or whoever the hell she's boning now...I mean...uh...don't hurt me AK ) to everyone's least favorite free man (LOLZ SEE MY CLEVER WORDPLAY!?!) Anywho, Freeman to the majority of the strike (clearly), but recovered quickly and charged at AK for an attack of his own. This attack became the ever deadly slap to the face. AK's eyes lit up with the hope of yelling "RAPE!" but she thought better of it, instead teaching Freeman the wrong of his woman-abusing ways by nailing him with an enziguri, followed directly by a hurracanrana. Freeman quickly kicks out of the pin and attempts another slap (just to be misogynistic), but AK blocks it and takes him down with a DDT. Okay, here's the paragraph that nobody reads. Nobody reads it. Nobody reads it. No one. At all. Well...maybe the mods. And Freeman. And since I don't want him to annoy me about it...uh...five minutes after the initial DDT, he received another. This time, however, AK covered...but alas, only for a two count. Freeman piled on the offense, rushing at AK for a barrage of strikes, all of which culminated in his usage of an inverted suplex, which he turned into a gouging camel clutch. He kept the hold locked in, but eventually AK was able to elbow him in the face, kip up, and nail him with a flying head scissors. Freeman scrambled to his feet...only to have AK run into him via lionsault, taking him back down again. She rose and signaled for the Fox Flip, and then lifted Freeman and ran at the ropes...but the ever crafty former International Champion pushed her out of the ring when she leaped onto the turnbuckle! Freeman, knowing full well this could be potential victory, did not bother leaving the ring, and instead waited for AK to be counted out. Unfortunately for him, however, AK was able to will herself up to the apron by the count of seven. Freeman charged at her while she was still in this prone position, but AK ducked his attack, rammed into his gut, and then jumped onto the top rope, leaping off for a dragonrana! The fans' cheers are pretty much the only things heard at the moment...but these cheers are quickly replaced by boos when Freeman kicks out. AK threw Freeman at the ropes, and on the way back grabbed him for the Spin the Bottle...but mid-spin, Freeman was able to get a tight hold on AK, and was thereby able to nail her with the Glory Driver. He did not attempt the pinfall, and instead grabbed her from behind for the No Freedom...but AK threw him back, spun around, and nailed a vicious EMP, much to the crowd's delight! She covered, and finally got the pinfall.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:49:13 GMT -5
Segment: BE READY OR BE DEAD (??)
A shadowy figure shows up on the giant screen. Nobody can tell who it is, because of the static covering the screen. The voice of the mystery person is disguised with a filter.
??: YoU ThOuGhT ThAT We WeRe DeAd.
A big blast of static flashes on the screen, and the voice seems a bit easier to understand, but not recognizable for anyone in ACW or the crowd.
??: You thought we would never return. But you were wrong, and now you will have to pay a price. You might just not live to regret having to pay the price, and now, you are doomed. Doomed. When we arrive, you will not be ready, and if you are not ready, you will suffer.
Another flash on the screen, and the mystery person diappears, leaving only a blank, static filled screen, and the crowd wonders what just happened.
End
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:49:52 GMT -5
NETWORK CENSORS HAVE CUT THIS SCENE.
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:50:47 GMT -5
Segment: “Thou Shall Not Covent Thy Neighbors Wife” Credit: T-Kiss & Dalton
[Obsessed. That is the word that best describes TK’s state of mind ever since he read AK’s diary passage where she proclaimed her love for “him”. At the present time, he believes she is playing hard to get. REALLY hard to get. Eventually she’ll come around - that’s the way he sees it anyway. Until then, he has needs to satisfy and if he cannot have the real thing, he’ll make use with the next best. Standing in front of him is the best call girl money can buy. Clean, fresh ... a rarity. Per his request, he has a woman that slightly resembles AK in both frame and face. To a drunken man, she could almost pass for the real thing. Be this as it may, there is just one thing missing in order to complete the fantasy...]
Thunderkiss: Put these on.
[TK hands the hooker a pair of panties, the very same one’s he stole from AK’s locker room over a month ago when she was dealing with her “intruder” problem. As soon as the call girl has the panties placed in her hands, she looks down upon them and comes to the realization that someone has already worn this garment before.]
Hooker: Are these used?
Thunderkiss *shouting*: PUT THEM ON! I didn’t pay you to question me bitch!
Hooker: Ok! Ok! Geesh.
[The hooker puts on Alicia’s old panties and stands in front of Thunderkiss. She spins her body around in a 360 motion.]
Thunderkiss: Yes, oh yes ... that’s right.
[Jubilant, he reaches out for the girl and grabs her around her waist with both hands and lifts her up into the air. Together they twirl around the room in a dance of longing and desire construed by the mind of a madman. Returning to the middle of the room, Thunderkiss drops the girl into an embrace. Using his forehead to remove the hair from her face, he then gazes deep into the girl’s eyes as if she truly was Alicia.]
Thunderkiss: I know you love me. I read your journal. It was right there.
Hooker: Um, what am I supposed to say here?
Thunderkiss: WHY - WON’T - YOU - SHOW - ME?!
[Thunderkiss’ embrace grows tighter ... stronger. Out of control.]
Hooker: Hey! Not so rough!
Thunderkiss: I SAID LOVE ME!
[Rage. Pure rage has taken over. The air is being squeezed directly out of the young girl’s body as she struggles to release a plea of help from her lips.]
Hooker *gasping*: Ga-ck... plea-se ... st-o..op.
[There is a dead look in his eyes. He hears not her words. He sees not her image. The only thing in front of him right now is Alicia in her arms and she has been a very naughty girl. She’ll listen. He’ll make her listen.]
Thunderkiss: Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to do this Alicia.
[She passes out. Dangling from his arms, her ribs begin to crush under the impact. Before the first sickening snap can be heard, there comes an interruption.]
Andrew Starr: TK, you in here man?
[Starr breaks TK’s concentration and brings him back to reality. Thunderkiss turns his head to the door to see Starr, then back to the girl in front of him. Instantly he lets go of the woman and her body falls to the floor like a deck of cards.]
Andrew Starr: Holy fuck Teeks, what have you done?!?!
[Starr continues to gaze on, eyes wide open with complete disbelief. Not answering his question, TK collapses onto his knees and simply responds.]
Thunderkiss: My medication ... please.
[At first, Starr has no idea what Thunderkiss is trying to imply. It isn’t until TK points to a nearby counter that he finally catches on.]
Thunderkiss: Counter.
[Starr scurries over to the counter where he grabs a prescription medication bottle and hurriedly hands it back to Thunderkiss. His hands shaking uncontrollably, Thunderkiss barely manages to open the pill bottle. As soon as the lid is off, he throws a few small white pills back and then drops the rest of the bottle onto the floor along with himself. Startled, Starr still doesn’t know what the hell is going on and wishes he could be anywhere else but here at the moment.]
Andrew Starr: Dude, bro, you cool? What the fuck is going on here? Whats with the hooker? Why is she dressed like AK?!?
[TK continues not to answer Starr directly. Instead he begins to plan “clean up”.]
Thunderkiss: She’ll be alright. We’ll give her a couple thousand and get her the fuck out of here. Don’t worry.
Andrew Starr: Give her a couple thousand and get her the fuck out of here?!? Are you fucking crazy?!?
Thunderkiss: Apparently so. Come on, help me.
[TK grabs the woman by her arms and catapults her up into his arms.]
Thunderkiss: Blanket.
[The woman is covered with the Entourage’s sofa throw cover. In a panic, Starr opens the door and nervously peeks his head out and gives the hallway a good look over.]
Andrew Starr: All clear TK.
Thunderkiss: Thanks. OH and Andrew ...
[Starr’s eyes painfully twist into TK’s direction, afraid of what they may see next.]
Thunderkiss: Welcome to the Entourage.
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Oct 11, 2007 15:51:31 GMT -5
Match 3: Ricky Falco vs Echo – Entertainment Championship (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. ET TITLE MATCH: RICKY FALCON VS. ECHO ..::MELTDOWN::..
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Echo Age: Unknown Height: 5'11" Weight: 115 lbs. Hometown: Mogadishu, Somalia
Ricky Falcon (c) Age: 22 Height: 6'2" Weight: 235 lbs. Hometown: Chicago, Illinois The lights dim, and the grinding intro of “Perish” starts up, followed shortly by a wave of blue light and the actual music. Echo makes her way out and heads straight down the ramp, taking her time. After reaching the ring, she languidly climbs up to the apron, turns with her back to the ropes, and leans back, looking up at the ceiling. The moment of reflection passes quickly and she slides through the ropes, heading to a corner and removing her niqab. From the moment the lights come up, she’s all business.
“Animal” by Mudmen hits the sound system and out comes the Entertainment Champion of the WORLD - Ricky Falcon! He comes down to the ring with the ET strap on his shoulder, patting it with each step. As he approaches the ring, he shows little worry nor care to the challenger in front of him, and in a rather disrespectful way, pats her on the ass as he makes his way to the top turnbuckle to showboat. Having none of it, Echo takes Falcon by the arm and yanks him directly into a short arm clothesline, knocking him to the canvas and the belt right off his shoulder. The referee quickly grabs the title and raises it over his head to signal that this match is a championship match! As Falcon pulls himself up, the bell sounds and this match if officially underway!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Echo and Falcon lock up and Falcon pulls out the cheap tricks early. He rakes his thumb into Echo’s eye, and though he admonished by the referee, he ignores it and wails away on the challenger. After a few good solid strikes, Falcon takes Echo and whips her into the ropes. She bounces back straight into a BARREL ROLL! Fans *screaming*: Press Z OR R TWICE! Falcon squares it right into her perfectly and then quickly picks her up and tosses her over the top rope! She lands hard on the outside and Falcon heads to the top! He perches himself high above her and launches off with a missile dropkick as soon as the opportunity arises! Both his feet nail her in the chest causing her to shoot back into the nearby guardrail. The ref warns Falcon to take the match back into the ring but he once again shows no respect towards authority as he instead makes an attempt to whip Echo into the steel ring post. Unfortunately for Falcon, Echo doesn’t plan on playing along! She puts on the breaks and reverses and it’s him who gets up close and personal with immoveable steel! Echo leaps into the ring to break the standing 10 count so that she can keep her title chances alive. Once inside, she smartly decides to remain there and bring the action back into the ring. Maxwell McNally: Terrific thinking by Echo to bring the match back inside the ring. All those outside dangers plus Ricky’s strength only equal trouble for her! Ticked off, Falcon rolls back into the ring but cannot get to his feet before Echo begins attacking him! She leaps onto Falcon’s upper body and puts a rear choke hold on him which is quickly broken up by the referee! Falcon is then picked up and Echo manuvers herself into position for another move. However, before she can lock it in, Falcon fires off with a hard striking right hand that leaves Echo open for a jawbreaker combo! Echo reaches up to her mouth with her hands and that leaves her wide open for a PANCAKE DRIVER! The Pure Athlete nails it textbook style and makes the cover! ONE!
TW ... KICK OUT!! Echo kicks out and Falcon continues his momentum. He whips Echo into the ropes and ducks down for a big back body drop. The ET Champ ends up telegraphing it and Echo makes good on his mistake! She baseball slides right underneath him and UNLOADS with a knee to his jaw! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Does ACW offer dental insurance Max? Maxwell McNally: For Ricky’s sake, I hope they do! Stunned, Falcon can only try to shake off the pain as Echo rises. She hits the back ropes and runs full blast at Falcon. Just feet away, she launches up off the canvas with a PERDITION’S EDGE! Falcon’s eyes see the attack coming and his body defensively reacts! He puts his hands up for the block and successfully escapes and manages to counter with a strong headbutt directly to Echo’s face! The pain takes over and she blanks out for just a second. Echo manages to find herself on the canvas just seconds away from an elbow drop by the time she comes to. She tries to roll out of the way but is too late as the elbow drop lands right across her upper body! Ricky continues his onslaught with another pick up into a FALCON BUSTER! He sizes the moment and makes a cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THR... KICK OUT!!! Echo kicks out at two and the match continues. Ricky digs deep as he puts Echo in a series of vertical suplexes, taking her down not once, not twice ..but three times! Unfortunately for Falcon, he goes to the well far too many times! On the fourth suplex attempt, Echo knees him in the gut causing him to bend over. This sets up the perfect GLEAMING MAGUS! Ricky gets BLASTED and just like the match turns around back into Echo’s favor. Seizing the moment, Echo leaps on top of the Champion and begins to blast him with various elbow strikes. Dazed, Falcon ends up stumbling directly into a TAKE 2 NAP seconds later! His teeth barely hold on as they are almost driven straight from his mouth by the vicious kick! He falls straight down and Echo wastes no time! She reaches from behind him and locks in the .... MONOPHOBIA! “Fast” Eddie Edison: She has it locked on GOOD! Could this be it?! As she flips her body up and over, the pain becomes too overwhelming from the kid from Chicago. His hands reach out and make the only choice they can: they tap. TAP,TAP,TAP!!! METLDOWN WINNER & NEW ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION: ECHO! Collapsing from both joy and tiredness, Echo barely manages to clutch the ET title as soon as its placed in her hand. Outside the ring, the fans are all on their feet applauding her efforts not only in this match tonight, but during the last few months since her debut last spring.
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