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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 16:55:36 GMT -5
Segment: Tomorrow and Tomorrow (Credit: Hunter / Hughes)
As we return from the commercial break, we once again find ourselves admiring the interior of the Senatorial Office. Inside there are only two figures, these being ACW's World Champion, Hunter, and the still-sweaty, still-breathing-with-difficulty Entertainment Champion, Jonny Hughes. Hunter sits behind the Senator's desk with his feet on the desk, and he looks over the ET Champion rather absent-mindedly. Hughes continues to take a few breaths, and eventually he gains enough composure to address Hunter.
Hughes: Look, we---
Hunter: Finally.
Hughes raises an eyebrow.
Hunter: I was wondering when you'd actually do something and not just sweat on me.
Hughes scoffs, shaking his head slowly a few times.
Hughes: I'm getting kind of sick of those two guys.
Hunter: Yeah, well, that makes one of us.
Pause.
Hughes: Oh?
Hunter: Yeah...
He takes his feet off the desk.
Hunter: ...I'm already sick of them.
He takes his championship off of his shoulder and puts it onto the desk, admiring it carefully from many angles. Hughes chuckles a few times, but soon falls back into one of the chairs before the desk.
Hughes: If I were you, I'd watch my back.
Hunter: Why?
Hughes: Well you're putting your title up against some new guy. You don't think they'll want to sabotage you? It'd be pretty embarrassing to lose, don't you think?
Hunter: Well I'm gonna lose anyways.
Pause.
Hughes: What?
Hunter: This is SILENCIO we're talking about! He's the Beast of Nature, the Terror of the Deep, the Mexican Marauder! How will I ever stand a chance against him!?
Hughes: Well, Mexican Marauder or not I'd still keep my wits about me.
Hunter: Look, they're going to attack you because they think you're weak, it's a given. Well, Zero, mostly. He's got that title of his and it's gone to his head. But me? I have the biggest title of them all. He's not dumb enough to challenge me on that. He knows full well that if he gets into the ring with me, I'll all but kill him.
He rubs his title slightly.
Hunter: You think he likes Chinese food?
Hughes: ...why?
Hunter: Because if he comes into that ring, I'm gonna take him down to Chinatown!
Hughes laughs ever so slightly as Hunter takes a sideways glance at the clock.
Hunter: Well, match time.
He kisses his World Title and then motions it towards Hughes.
Hunter: Care to kiss it good bye?
Hughes: ...I'll pass if it’s all the same to you.
Hunter: Oh well. I'll miss this baby.
And with that, Hunter moves away from the desk and exits the area with the Senator's desk. He puts his title back on his shoulder, and once again he puts on his favourite grin. Hughes watches him go for a moment, but then turns away when he hears the door close. He looks at his own title for a bit, and then leans back and takes a deep breath. Something's coming.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 16:56:10 GMT -5
Match 3: Hunter vs. Silencio - ACW World Championship (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, Philip enters the ring, prompting the fans to begin loudly cheering for yet another match.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW World Championship!
The fans instantly begin booing, but Philip continues on with his announcing duties.
Philip: Introducing first, representing the Senatorial Stable, he is the current ACW World Champion...HUNTER!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers without its normal introduction, as Hunter is all business tonight. He walks out onto the stage and raises his title high pointing at it and pretending to cry as he kisses it many a time. He walks down the ramp while the fans yell at him and boo him, but he simply ignores them, rolling into the ring and once again crying over the title.
Philip: ...and his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas, making his ACW debut...this is Silencio!
"Revolution Deathsquad" hits the speakers as Silencio makes his way out to the ring. The fans applaud him, if only for the fact that he is about to face Hunter, who is still cowering in the corner in the ring. Silencio rolls in and sighs, while Hunter rolls out of the ring and continues to cry over his title. The referee takes his title from him and raises it up into the air, and then hands it to the time keeper and forces Hunter inside the ring. Silencio extends his hand forward for a handshake, but Hunter jumps back in faux-fear yet again.
Bell Rings.
Silencio rolls his eyes at Hunter's actions and charges in with a handful of punches, followed by a quick sleeper hold. The moment he locks this in, Hunter drops all of his weight and pretends to fall asleep, much to the amusement of certain members of the crowd. Silencio lets him go and kicks him a few times, and Hunter over-reacts to every single kick. Silencio is clearly getting tired of this, and so he promptly kicks Hunter into a seated position and quickly locks in a Stretch Plum. Hunter's eyes suddenly widen and he begins to struggle in the move, but the fans doubt that he is acting this time around. He quickly rolls into the ropes and jumps out of the ring as Silencio is forced to break the hold. Hunter grabs every part of his body and stretches it, and then looks back into the ring hatefully. But then, he does the thing that most fans love to see and most wrestlers hate to imagine: he smiles.
He's in the ring in a matter of seconds, throwing out kick after kick after elbow strike. He goes for one kick, but Silencio grabs his leg and quickly throws him down with a dragon screw, and then flips him over and tries for an STF. Hunter kicks him back, rolls back, and stands up, throwing his weight into Silencio. Silencio recoils off the nearby ring ropes, but Hunter spins around and quickly nails the Deja Vu Knee. He covers Silencio, but the new guy kicks out. Hunter cracks his neck and poses a few times while waiting for him to rise, and when he does so, he charges in again for a simple lariat...but Silencio promptly ducks and nails him with a Double Knee Facebuster! Hunter fidgets slightly, but Silencio stops him when he locks in a variation of the Indian Deathlock, throwing Hunter into a frenzy. He quickly grabs a nearby rope and hops up to his feet again, and the two men take a small distance away from each other. Then, clearly in an act to rile him up, Silencio poses much in the same way that Hunter had a few moments prior.
Hunter shakes his head slowly, and then runs in with what appears to be a lariat...but he suddenly ducks under Silencio and hits the ropes, and then uses this adrenaline to launch forward into him, nailing him with the Dragon Hammer! He does not bother with the cover, and instead hops up to the top turnbuckle and signals for the Equinox, leaping off instantly...only to find nobody home. Silencio waits behind Hunter, and when Hunter turns around, he grabs him for the Silent Shift...but Hunter pushes him back into the ropes. When Silencio turns around, Hunter charges into him and promptly nails his beloved Killer Spear! The fans boo loudly as Hunter smiles, knowing full well that this could be the end of the match. He is just about to cover...when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the last two people he would have liked to see.
Jay Zero isn't so much smiling as he is grinning, and there is a vast difference. Andrew Starr walks behind him rather neutrally, but he too seems to be excited about his presence. They are barely half way down the ramp when Hunter starts pointing and yelling at them, and the referee instantly walks over to the side of the ring and calls at them, pointing backstage. Starr and Zero both raise their arms innocently, calling back at the referee as Hunter puts his arms on his hips and takes a few moments to breathe. The fans start cheering, and clearly this is odd to Hunter...but unfortunately for him, he turns around a fraction of a second too late, as Silencio is able to quickly kick him in the gut and nail him with the Silence of the Lambs! The fans are on their feet as Silencio covers Hunter, and both Zero and Starr point back into the ring. The referee's reaction, albeit slightly delayed, is instant. He drops down and counts the pin:
One!
Two!
THR---
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 16:57:33 GMT -5
Hunter JUST kicks out. The fans boo loudly, and Zero and Starr both curse. Zero motions to the ring and he and Starr both approach it on either side. Silencio gets up and looks at the two of them, but they ignore him, instead choosing to pay close attention to Hunter. When the champion rises, he sees their presence and quickly calls for the actions of the referee, who is once again forced to turn around and begin yelling at the two men. Hunter takes this opportunity to exchange a few strikes with Silencio. After nailing a rather powerful punch, Hunter quickly turns, and when he sees that the referee still has his backed turn, he promptly kicks Silencio in the holiest of regions, lifts him up for the Shotgun, and nails it perfectly, much to the crowd's chagrin! Zero and Starr curse again, and both of the men try to keep the referee's attention on them, but the impact is too great; the referee turns and begins the count.
One!
Two!
THREE!
Philip: Here is your winner...and STILL ACW World Champion...HUNTER!
The fans are livid as "No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers yet again. The referee hands Hunter his title, and the champion raises it proudly above his head, pointing at it and yelling at Zero. The Light-Heavyweight Champion waves his arm lazily at him and motions to Starr. Both men turn around and begin to head up the ramp. One for two is still a good record for one evening. At least, that's what they tell themselves. But they are not too worried. There will be many an opportunity in the future for them to take advantage of whatever situation they may have. Hunter is still the champion, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, almost...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 16:58:25 GMT -5
Segment: Makeshift Patriot (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras opened up, Adrian Flamingo stared coolly into the camera with little to no emotion on his face. Wearing his solid black tights and boots and white muzzle over his mouth, Adrian was calm, clear, and collected. In his hand, he held the Death mask of his former partner, Alexander Starkweather who had gone missing in recent weeks. Flamingo knew Stark had his reasons for leaving ACW behind, as did his other former partner Yoko Satoshi and his oldest partner of all, Geoffrey Jones. It was amusing, Adrian was always seen as the weak-link to these teams, yet he was the one that was always left standing.
Jonesy was a beast in the ring. His brute strength and intimidating size made him the likely candidate of Machismo International to break out into the title ranks after his tenure with Flamingo was over. However, Jonesy decided that returning home to Europe was better for him than climbing the ACW ranks. In the nameless stable that was poised to conquer the world, Alexander Starkweather was a tactical genius; Yoko Satoshi was his fearless, indestructible soldier, and Adrian was the reckless private that no one saw coming. Now, where were they?
Adrian finally broke his silence by lifting up the mask he wore to help the stable overthrow Wyvern and end his reign of terror in order to start Starkweather’s. Adrian had never been prouder of himself than he had been that night. He was a revolutionary. He was part of something big.
Adrian Flamingo: So, if you complain to the right people, you get things accomplished. Tonight, I have a light-heavyweight title shot against Jay Zero… thing is, I don’t want it. No, I want the International title… World Heavyweight title… hell; I’d like the Entertainment title over the light-heavyweight title. Do not mistake my grievances as an insult to Jay Zero. No, Jay Zero is not someone you can simply look over these days. He has the moves, the swagger, and the mouth to accomplish great things in this business. Hell, I have to give props to a fellow hell raiser making Senatorial members pull their hair in frustration. No, this is an insult to the degrading notion of a “light-heavyweight” title. What a back-handed compliment it must be to refer to yourself as the “light-heavyweight” champion. How demeaning it must be to openly admit that you’re inferior to the other champions on the roster. “Oh yes, I’m the LIGHT-heavyweight champion of the world.” It’s like saying that, like Diet Dr. Pepper, you taste like the original but contain half the fat… and we all know Diet Dr. Pepper tastes nothing like the original.
Adrian paused to reach out off camera and grab a can of Dr. Pepper. After popping the top and taking a sip, Adrian smiled at the camera and offered a thumb up. Adrian handed the can of pop back off camera and rubbed his hands in anticipation.
Adrian Flamingo: Now, the international title… that’s a belt I can really sink my teeth in. You see, ACW fans, you could say that I’m a bit of a journeyman. I travel the world on my days off from this company and learn from some of the best this business has to offer around the world. Hell, as we speak, I’ve got Blue Panther, Cibernetico, Lance Storm, “Playboy” Buddy Rose, Honky Tonk Man, Doug Williams, Yoshiaki Yago, and Ultimo Dragon all on speed dial. Now, tell me ACW fans, what better person to hold the International title than the man on the roster who can wrestle a truly international style? Certainly not a man who should be more concerned with running this country than wrestling. So, Senator Phillips, I’m going to do you a favor. The next time we meet up in the ring, I’m going to help you better concentrate on your elected obligations by putting you OUT of ACW!
Adrian smiled at the camera and began to blow a kiss at the camera, but was interrupted by clapping and a deep, heavy clapping. As Adrian glared into the direction of the applauding, a very “marvelous” looking man walked on camera from that direction. Sporting a glittering silver robe, a black and pink feathered boa, and a pair of white-rimmed shades, “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo was about to make his on-camera debut. After making sure he was facing the camera and wrapping an arm around the very irritated Adrian Flamingo, Mickey opened his mouth and let the southern hospitality drip from his every word.
Mickey Flamingo: Woo! The pride of tha Flamingo Clan everybody! Adrian Flamingo is gunna whoop ya, Steve Phillips!
Adrian Flamingo: Dammit, Mick, I can do this by myself!
Mickey Flamingo: Well I know ya can do it all by yerself, Addie, but family gotta stick togetha, son. Yew know and I know that yew can whoop that sorry excuse of a Senator up and down the border of this great nation from Portland, Oregon all the way down to Miami, Florida! Thing is, boy, that disgusting demopublican Steve Phillips got himself a posse and I can’t allow my favorite nephew to go at it alone.
Adrian Flamingo: Mickey… you haven’t been watching too many of my matches in ACW, have you?
Mickey Flamingo: Now c’mon on, Addie, don’cha trust yer Uncle Mickey? Have I ever let yew down, son?
Adrian grunted and pushed Mickey’s arm off of his shoulder and walked off camera. One would take such a response as a negative one, but Mickey was simply too star-struck to care. Realizing that he now had the camera to himself, he cackled slowly and slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, revealing his piercing blue eyes.
Mickey Flamingo: Jay Zero! Addie might not want yer title belt, but he’s coming after ya, son! Now yew might be a little too busy puttin’ on yer momma’s makeup to notice this, but tha Flamingos are a family of winners, and we love winnin’. In fact, let me take yew back to November 29th, 1977 to a little city called Wheeling in tha northern panhandle of tha greatest state in tha nation, West Virginia. It was 15 degrees outside with a windchill of 4 and tha Bluefield Beavers were down by 6 points in tha biggest game of the year. Tha James Monroe Stallions had possession of tha ball ten yards from their endzone and there was only 1 minute and 26 seconds left in tha game. Now, boy, I’m sure yew were too busy playing with yer sisters Barbies to learn anything about tha great game of football, but basically it didn’t look good for tha Beavers. Well boy, it was first down and tha quarterback decided to get a little sloppy. He went to pass off the ball to numba 25 and tha sonuvabitch was nowhere near to catch it, but I’ll tell you who was – Mickey Flamingo! I grabbed that ball from out tha air and ran it down tha field, slamming past some of tha biggest damn good ol’ boys dat James Monroe could send. I’ll tell yew what, Zero, I made it all the way down at that endzone and tied the game for the Beavers. We made the field goal and that was all she wrote and that’s why they call me “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo. Now, Addie might not be as dazzling as he usta be, but that don’t change the fact that he’s one of the best young lions in this business and I can damn well guarantee that Addie is just as much as a winner as the Miraculous One is. So, Zero, Addie might not want to admit to wanting that belt that lays around yer pansy waist, but in the heat of battle, I betcha anything that Addie’s gonna get it. Senator Phillips! Learn from this match with Jay Zero, cause the Fabulous Flamingos are coming for yew next you lousy piece of filth!
Mickey cackled out loud in an eerily familiar way as the camera faded out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 16:59:39 GMT -5
Segment: Drone On (Credit: Hunter / Hughes)
As we return from the commercial break, the scene quickly fades in, this time yet again putting us in the center of the Senatorial Office. The camera is pointed at the door, and it slowly begins to zoom out, until we find that it is placed behind the Senator's desk. As it completes this zooming out, the fans see Jonny Hughes sitting in the exact same position as he was just twenty or so minutes ago, his title still resting on his shoulder. The only visibly different thing about him is that he is smirking rather widely, and this seems to have been triggered by the sudden appearance of a loud, obnoxious crashing coming from behind the door to the office. After a few moments, the door bursts open, and the World Champion reveals himself in the door way, tired and very pissed off. But Hughes has only one thing to say.
Hughes: You were saying?
Hunter slams the door shut behind him and stumbles lazily into the room, returning to the Senator's chair and leaning back with his legs raised onto the table.
Hunter: Fuck off.
He lightly tosses the World Championship onto the table and stretches, taking a few deep breaths in between.
Hughes: I take it you have a plan to get back at them?
Hunter: Naturally. Not that it matters, really. I still won.
Hughes: I know.
Hunter: You didn't.
Hughes: I know that too.
Hunter: So shouldn't the prospect of getting back at them be better for you than me?
Hughes: It is.
Hunter: ...could you be a bit more specific?
Hughes takes a breath.
Hughes: Yes.
Hunter snorts slightly, and then shakes his head.
Hunter: Did you like the match?
Hughes: I didn't watch it.
Hunter: ...then how'd you know what happened?
Hughes: I'm smart like that.
Hunter: Yeah, probably...hell, you even knew that they wouldn't come into the ring, didn't you?
Hughes: Yeah.
Hunter: How'd you figure that?
Hughes: You told me. And your logic seemed as good as any.
Hunter: Right. Well, either way, I've got my plan.
Hughes: Need any assistance?
Hunter: Depends.
Hughes: On?
Hunter: Which of the plans I prefer.
Hughes: And which one is that?
Hunter: You keep treating this like a Clint Eastwood movie and it'll be the one that lacks you.
Hughes laughs and then proceeds to sigh.
Hughes: When are you doing it?
Hunter: Tonight. Zero's still defending that precious little title of his. He dared to try taking mine away from me. Let's just say that we're about to get even...
Ambiguity is not Hunter's forte, but he nonetheless leans back and closes his eyes, resting himself for a moment. Hughes simply shrugs, throwing his eyebrows up slightly, and proceeds to slide into a relaxing position of his own. It's depressing to him that they're already so beat, and yet their night is just beginning. How much can one manage to do in the span of three hours?
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:00:58 GMT -5
Segment: The plan (Credit: Freeman, XS3)
Outside the ACW arena it is very dark, though it is not yet time for the show. A lone car begins to pull up to the arena, slowly pulling into a parking spot. As it stops, out comes XS3. He closes the car door, and he begins to walk towards the arena. He looks around, getting the strange feeling that he's being watched, as he walks forward...Indeed he is being watched, by one Jason Freeman, waiting in the shadows. He is not hiding from X, but actually from anybody else that might notice him. Certain that the coast is clear, he slowly approaches. XS3, hearing the footsteps, turns, and as soon as he sees Freeman creeping up on him from out of the shadows, puts up his fists, ready to attack, obviously thinking Thunderkiss has sent a crony to attack.
Freeman: Hey, whoa, wait...stop...stop...I'm not attacking you. Calm down...
Despite Freeman's reassurances, XS3 does not feel very reassured. He continues to hold his fists up ready to fight as soon as Freeman goes for a sudden move.
XS3: "If you aren't about to attack me, why are you here? And why were you sneaking up on me as if you were hiding something?"
Freeman: I snuck up because if anybody sees me talking to you, and Thunderkiss finds out...everything is ruined.
XS3 slowly cocks his head to one side.
XS3: "Beg your pardon?"
Freeman realizes that of course XS3 has no idea about what he plans to do, for the obvious reason that Senator is the only person who was told that he is quitting Entourage. He decides to give a quick explanation, though his paranoia at being seen conspiring stops him from adding too much detail.
Freeman: I'm leaving Entourage. Tonight.
XS3: "Well sorry Jason, but I don't plan on attending your funeral after Thunderkiss wraps his hands around your throat."
Freeman: Except he won't get the chance.
XS3: "Heh, I don't know if you're courageous or insane. Each to their own, I suppose. But that only explains why you hid yourself. Why did you call for me?"
Freeman: You were always the only Entourage member that was actually decent. I never had anything against you or anything...and...I need some help for my plan.
XS3: "I'm flattered that you've held me in that kind of regard... But are you sure you're willing to trust someone who duped the entire Entourage into thinking he was their friend?"
Freeman: Regardless of what you've done, the plan depends directly on you...sure...maybe that was a bad decision on my part, before I even talked to you...but there you have it.
XS3: "Yes, but how will I know that you aren't lulling me into a false sense of security only to watch me get picked apart by my former stablemates? I mean... That would definitely need just me there... And it would make much more sense than some big plan that you need me for specifically."
Freeman: Yeah, I'd figured you'd give that reaction...and really I guess there isn't anything that I can really do to make you trust me...except...this is a chance for you to get some real revenge...and sure, maybe you're risking a beatdown, but...you're also risking giving up the chance of a lifetime.
This is what Freeman had been leading to...trying to get XS3 to this point...he knew X would question him, but he was sure this next part would have some effect.
Freeman: I mean, I figured...that you, more than possibly anybody else, might love to have a weak and defenseless Thunderkiss at your feet and at your mercy. But...it's up to you I guess...
Freeman deliberately pauses, and turns away, not looking at XS3's eyes, but guessing that right about now, he is considering the offer.
XS3: "Weak and defenseless?"
Freeman: Leave that part to me.
Freeman stays with his back to XS3, to let X feel like Freeman isn't trying to force him into it...he says nothing until X finally speaks again.
XS3: "Okay, reveal this plan to me."
Freeman: Are you in?
XS3: "You do make good points... And you thirst for retribution like I have these past couple of weeks. I guess you could say the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Freeman: Good. Here, follow me...
With that Freeman turns and walks back to the shadows where he was previously standing...X following behind...with his back to XS3, Freeman couldn't help but smirk...everything was going completely as planned...and if XS3 came through for him...tonight Freeman would finally get some long waited for revenge.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:02:27 GMT -5
Match 4: Thunderkiss vs. Latino (Credit: AK)
Caution, reserve, tactical nuance…. None of these are in evidence as Thunderkiss and Latino collide in the centre of the ring, the co-incidence of this with the ring bell being a thing more of luck than judgement. Kiss gets the better of the early going, his brute power allowing him to knock Latino back and forth like an inebriated piñata. Latino, however, is as tough as the leather boots he wears, and having shed a few pounds for his recent ladder match with Zero, he is able to call upon a turn of speed which negates the progress Kiss has made in dealing with his mono-ocular situation. For about three minutes the action pivots back and forth; Kiss shows off his mastery of the side slam, and pleases the crowd with a rendition of the Fall from Glory (Atomic Leg Drop). Latino, though, hangs in there, slipping in a lightning-fast Tornado DDT when the match wanders near the ropes. Shortly after this comes a key event - one, two, three punches from TK miss their mark, and Latino responds with the Shake, Rattle, and Roll! of three punches and a discus lariat. Kiss is stunned by the blow, and Latino is finally able to bring down his foe with a Russian legsweep whilst Kiss is disorientated.
Although Latino’s first instinct is simply to keep hitting Kiss until he stops moving, fortunately his wrestling skills take over, and he applies a simple yet effective Boston Crab. This evidently takes the Worldbreaker by surprise, but Kiss also keeps his cool, and over the course of about a minute he is able to steadily pull himself toward the ropes. Realising that it’s costing him a lot of energy to try and maintain the hold, Latino finally lets go just before Kiss forces the break; he rushes at the opposite set of ropes, and the crowd roars as the Latin King charges, jumping into a face-erasing flying dropkick. Kiss, though, reads it – and ducks at just the right moment so that Latino misses and ends up rolling across Kiss’ back – or at least he tries to. What actually happens is that, at the precise moment Latino rolls over him, Kiss thrusts his arms up, and hooks up with his opponent – literally stretching him over his massively muscled back. The Kiss Army yells its approval, and even the non-TK fans are impressed at his quick thinking.
With a lesser opponent, this one would have been over; Kiss’ strength is so great that the referee looks deeply concerned as he questions Latino over whether he submits. Showing the tenacity for which he is famed, Latino shakes his head and begins to fight; he yells in Spanish, psyching both himself and the crowd up, and with a massive effort is able to kick off of Kiss’ back and flip himself over to land in front of his foe. At once Kiss elevates him again, looking for a rapid powerbomb – but Latino uses the motion to again flip himself right way up, and punches Kiss straight in the face, gripping him around the waist with his legs.
Kiss reels back, and everything teeters on a knife edge; Latino’s punches mount, but Kiss refuses to fall, and tries again and again to lift Latino up to throw him.. Just when it seems the situation will never be resolved, though, Latino delivers one more gargantuan blow – and Kiss collapses flat on to his back. The crowd goes bonkers as Latino races to the corner; he climbs up, signals, and takes off into the fabled Frog Splash…
…but alas for him, Kiss has one ace too many in his hand, and having fooled Latino by voluntarily dropping to the mat, he is easily able to move aside. Latino hits the unforgiving canvas hard, and Kiss executes the Heaven’s door to wipe out his opponent’s remaining ability to assist. He secures the 1,2,3, and the crowd’s adulation along with it.
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:04:11 GMT -5
Segment: News Flash! Credit: Jay Zero and Andrew Starr [/b][/right] center] Andrew Starr is the focus of our shot as the scene fades in. He is tearing some wrist tape off of his wrist, while also trying to relax after that hard fought match with Jonny Hughes. He throws the tape away and then turns to walk towards his bag. As he bends over, he groans in pain a bit, reaching for his back, the target of a Texas Cloverleaf. Just then, the locker room door swings open, and in comes Jay Zero, the man that helped Starr pull the win over Hughes. [/center] Zero: Thank God! There you are! [/color] Starr: Hey man, what’s going on? Jay slams the door shut and walks up to Starr. [/center] Zero: Okay, that plan went— PERFECTLY! [/color] Starr: Yeah I know! I can’t believe we pulled it off, without a hitch even!Zero: Yeah, and now that you got your Entertainment title shot, it’s time to focus on the bigger picture tonight! [/color] Starr: What? Your match? Jay shakes his head, signifying “no.” [/center] Zero: No-no-no. Didn’t you hear? [/color] Starr: I—don’t believe so? Go on.Zero: Since I told Ginger about defending titles, Hunter got the idea to get his defense out of the way----tonight. [/color] Starr: Tonight? But doesn't he have a match already?Zero: Yeah. He does! [/color] Starr: Then that means he’s defending against--- Starr stops to think for a moment, and then when the answer hits him, his eyes bulge and his jaw slowly drops in disbelief. [/center] Starr: …No. Fuckin'. Way.Zero: Uhhh, yeah! [/color] Starr: He’s defending against that new guy? What the hell kinda bullshit is that?!Zero: That’s being a coward! That’s what it is! He’s afraid to defend it against me at Winters Discontent, so you know what, that’s fine with me! [/color] Starr: So wait, why did you come barging in here looking for me again?Zero: Well here’s the thing. If he’s too much of a pussy to defend against me, then we’re not going to even give him the option. [/color] Jay smirks, but Starr doesn’t quite comprehend what his partner is talking about. [/center] Starr: I---don’t follow.Zero: Starr, we already made one match go in our favor tonight. So why couldn’t we do it again? [/color] Starr: You talkin' about costing Hunter his match too?Zero: Heh, of course! Imagine it! Silencio! The ACW World Heavyweight Champion! If Hunter doesn’t want to defend against me, then fine! I’ll just get us a NEW champion that will! [/color] Jay chuckles and now with his plan out on the table for discussion, he turns his back to Andrew and walks over to the mini-fridge, seeking sustenance. After a few moments of silence, Starr laughs out and starts shaking his head. [/center] Starr: Jay, this is crazy!Zero: Crazy? Yeah, sure, maybe. Brilliant? You bet! [/color] Jay puts his Light Heavyweight Title up on the counter and he bends over and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge. He closes the door and stands back up. He twists the cap off the bottom and takes a quick swig. [/center] Starr: Now don’t think I’m against this or anything—but don’t you see this coming back around to bite us in the ass?Zero: Whatcha mean? [/color] Starr: Jay, you still got to defend your title later. If we totally piss these two off, whats saying that they wont return the favor later on.Zero: Well that’s why I got you. [/color] Starr: Oh right, of course. Heh, wait... What?Zero: I got you! If those two try anything funny, I have you there to stop them from coming out and even lying a single finger on me. [/color] Starr: Jay maybe we should jus— Jay quickly snaps back at Starr. [/center] Zero: Just what? Just sit back and get walked on? Nu-uh! Not me, not now, not ever! And as long as you’re teaming up with me Starr, neither will you. Last week Stefanie told me to get my ass on the offense and that’s exactly what I’m doing! Right now, Entourage is in a slump—a slump that only you and I can get us out of! Kiss is off doing his own thing, and right now, you and I have the chance to secure a big win against not only the World champion and the Entertainment champion—but the Senatorial Stable too!
If we want Entourage to be the lively, ass-kicking force that we used to be, we need to start by taking down the goody-too-shoe group that stands in our way. So don’t worry about my title, that’s my business—tonight I’m not trying to entertain anybody. Tonight I’m trying to make an impact. What better way to do that then to sabotage a match, indirectly help somebody become World Champion, and then defend my own title by snapping Adrian Flamingo’s neck?
So Starr—are you with me or not? Cause I have a match that I need to go and swing towards the underdogs direction. And I could sure use a helping hand or two. [/color] There’s a moment of silence. But in a few seconds, a smile is seen on Starr’s face and he nods his head. [/center] Starr: Alright. Fine. You want an impact? Let’s make one hell of an impact.Zero: Heh---nice. [/color] Starr: So which do you prefer? Rampway entrance? Ooor through the crowd?Zero: Hmmm, not sure. I’m not too keen on the rampway that much, it takes away from the shock value. But then again, it--- [/color] The two keep talking as they both walk towards the door of the locker room, but their voices fade out while the scene does as well. We quickly fade out to a black screen, cutting to commercial. [/center] ======= Segment: Personal Notice (Credit: Taylor, Senator) As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen standing outside Jon Taylor's locker room, knocking on the door. After a few moments, Taylor opens, his eyes immediatly shifting to the International Title hanging over Phillips's shoulder. The Senator: Thought you would never answer... Taylor: Umm, I only took a few seconds. Senator: When time is at a premium, every second counts. In any case, I came by here to both congratulate you on a match well fought. Taylor: Yeah, you beat me, but I made sure it wasn't easy! Heck, next time, who knows, you might just have to tap out before the ref calls for the three count! Senator: And that brings me to the second reason I wanted to talk. Earlier today, I stopped by Chairman Gingerdude's office. Our maganimous chairman heard my case, and after some wrangling, I managed to prod Mr. Gingerdude into giving me a rematch against you. Taylor: Say what? Senator: Next Monday, you will face me for the International Title. I wish to defend this belt against the best opponents possible, and I want to have the best matches avaliable, and after you nearly defeated me, I think this will be a worthy contest for the glory of the International Title. Taylor: Thanks, then, I'll be ready then. Senator: I respect the way you have handled yourself around here to this point, you have a long way to go, but I think a match like this will speed up that process quite a bit. I will expect nothing short of your best effort, so be prepared, come Monday. Taylor: Of course. The Senator shakes his future opponent's hand, with a deadly serious look on his face. Taylor, a bit shaken up by the announcement, nevertheless still manages to keep his composure, and returns the handshake with vigor, and as Phillips walks off, immediatly starts planning for the most important match yet in his ACW tenure. Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:04:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Assassin’s Challenge (Credit: Shikari)
Empire hits and "The Silent Assassin" Jin makes his way to the ring with a microphone. He rolls in and poses for the Meltdown fans, flexing his muscles.
Jin: Now, as you saw last week I won the Assassins challenge, and will again this week! So, anybody want to step up?
A fan raises his hand and jumps over the barricade, getting lot's of cheers. Jin passes him a microphone and paces around him.
Jin: So, you want to step up?
Fan: Yes, I do!
Jin: Well as you seem so confident how about we raise the stakes! Ten thousand dollars if you win, and this is not a one off. No, every time I host the challenge the prize will be up for grabs! Now, last week I left out a stipulation, the ten foot chain attaching us together. Now as that is being prepared, what fighting experience do you have...what is your name?
Fan: John, John Murphy. I have taken wrestling classes, and am prepared to fight.
Jin: And what do you think of me?
As Jin says this the chain is being attached.
John: You suck man, I will destroy you.
Jin laughs at John and paces around him, before firing rainbow mist in his face!
Referee: Due to a prematch encounter, this match is declared a no contest.
Jin simply paces round the fallen John and smirks.
Jin: See, he disrespected me. And he paid the price! He took the fall, he felt my wrath. He is not a one off, everybody who disrespects me will end up like him. You can fight me, but you can't survive me!
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:05:55 GMT -5
Segment: The Surprise Party (Credit: XS3, Jason Freeman & T-Kiss) [Another hard fought battle in the book, Thunderkiss returns to his locker room to recharge himself. As he steps through the curtain, he is taken aback by an uncharacteristically friendly Jason Freeman who almost attacks him upon first sight. He hands Thunderkiss a water bottle and a thirsty Worldbreaker gladly accepts.] Freeman: Hey man! That was a great match! Thunderkiss: Uh, yeah ... thanks Free.[Freeman nods his head back and forth as if he was just voted president of the Kiss Army as he watches TK take a few swigs of water. Placing his hand on Kiss’ right shoulder, he pats him a few times as if he was trying to say “good job” with his hands. Continuing on with his charade, Freeman leaps in front of Thunderkiss to block his path and quickly blurts out the following so no questions can be asked of him.] Freeman: Hey Kiss, Come on, there's something I want to show you! Thunderkiss: What the - ? What the hell has gotten into you Freeman?! [Become aggravated by Freeman’s actions, Thunderkiss “puts on the breaks” until he can figure out what’s going on with Jason. He reaches out and grabs Freeman’s hand and forcefully removes it from his person.] Thunderkiss: Alright first, back up here. I just got done wrestling a hard, long match and the only thing I really want to do now is to relax. So whatever it is you want to show me is going to have to wait. Second, though I appreciate your enthusiasm - and I really do - your kinda freaking me out because this just isn’t like you. [Freeman panics. Knowing full well that Thunderkiss’ giant ego likes to be fed, he realizes that he has gone a bit “overboard” on doing just that. However, he cannot allow TK to ignore him and make it to his locker room no matter what. He needs to come up with something and he needs to do it immediately. He needs a plan. He needs direction. He needs the perfect bait.] Freeman: Alright TK, I guess I've got no choice...I'm going to come clean. The rest of the guys and myself are throwing a huge surprise party for you big guy! We know that you've been down lately, and we figured this would really lift your spirits! I tried to keep it a secret but - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Ahhh! You guys! You’re just too much! Alright, where is it?[“JACKPOT,” Freeman thinks to himself. He now has the Worldbreaker in the palm of his hand and all he has to do is deliver him right into the hands of his coconspirator. As he leads Thunderkiss towards his final destination a part of him almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.] Thunderkiss: I sure hope you can throw a party better than you can wrestle Freeman![“Well, so much for that feeling,” Freeman thinks to himself. He bats his eyes back at Thunderkiss to check on his condition for the drugs certainly should be kicking in; he put a large enough dose in after all. He is satisfied at what he sees. Thunderkiss is looking very pale and is now stumbling over his own feet as his vision begins to spin.] Freeman: Hey, are you okay? You don’t look so good? Thunderkiss: Meh, its probably just Latino’s punches talking to me right now. I’ll shake them off, don’t worry.[Freeman now salivates at the chance of shutting Thunderkiss up and they have finally arrived at that moment. Standing outside a unused locker room in a section of the backstage arena known as “no man’s land” based on its emptiness, Freeman steps between the door and TK. Facing him, he brings his index finger to his lips.] Freeman: Shhhhh, we’re here. Alright Kiss, everyone is waiting for you inside. As soon as you flick the lights they will - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: I know! I know! GEESH Freeman, you act like I’ve never been to a surprise party before! [Thunderkiss reaches around Freeman and grabs the door handle. He twists it and thrusts the door open so it slams against the connecting wall. Stepping inside he reaches for the light switch and lets out a big - ] Thunderkiss: HEY HEY HEY! ...... [There is no response, only darkness. He reaches out for the light switch and flips it upwards yet the room remains black. His head is now spinning even more drastically than before causing him to become weak in the knees. He props himself up against the door and turns back to Freeman, sensing something isn’t quite “right.”] Thunderkiss: ? Freeman I don’t - [And then ...] Exemplar: "Surprise." Thunderkiss: WHAT THE - [Out of the blackness comes the arm of XS3, dressed in full Exemplar gear. It wraps around the neck of Thunderkiss, and in his weakened condition he is easily dragged into the room and thrown on the floor. Reaching up and screwing the lightbulb back in, the room illuminates causing TK to see the face of his attacker. Instantly feelings of dread flood his body as he sees that damned mask yet again.] ~!~CRACK~!~ [Irvine lays in a stiff kick into the Worldbreaker’s ribs, cracking one and bruising the others. Standing above him now is not XS3 but rather Exemplar and therefore all hesitation for what he is about to do leaves Irvine’s mind. Paniced, Thunderkiss looks toward the doorway where Freeman still stands and calls out to him as the savior he proclaims himself to be.] Thunderkiss: FREEMAN! FREEMAN HELP!Freeman: I’m Sorry Thunderkiss.... [At that moment it hits Thunderkiss. His weakened condition. The water bottle. There can only be ONE explination.] Freeman: ...I’m all out of help... Thunderkiss: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- ~!~SLAM~!~ Freeman: ...And you are all out of time... [Freeman slams the door behind him and leaves TK’s fate in the hands of XS3, or rather Exemplar.] Exemplar: "Silly bitch, you should've known that I wouldn't have just let you walk away untested." [With that, Exemplar swiftly kicks Thunderkiss in the midsection and causes him to writhe about in pain. Exemplar then grabs Thunderkiss by the hair and rears back.] Exemplar: "Remember, you brought this upon yourself... Now you must deal with it." [Before anythign else, we then cut to Freeman, who is seen walking down the hallway with a big smile. Not only is he back home with the Stable, he just perhaps eliminated one of its’ biggest threats. Oh yes, life is looking very good for Jason Freeman. And what about XS3 and Thunderkiss? Well, next moments both men experienced are known only to them. However, as we all know, rumors run rampant throughout ACW. It is said when Kiss was finally found, he was beaten from head to toe unlike ever before. Tied over his face was the Exemplar mask as if XS3 was trying to make the statement that the face of evil should be placed upon evil itself. If these rumors hold true, there is no doubt that Thunderkiss will see that Winter will certainly not only be discontent for himself, but for his betrayers as well.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:06:28 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs. Adrian Flamingo – ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship (Credit: Freeman) In a moment that would make it seem as if BK London was writing this match (>_> ) both of the men are in the ring as the show fades back in. The referee is holding up the title belt for all to see before it is put on the line, and the bell rings.
It’s definitely an interesting matchup. In many ways, Jay Zero and Adrian Flamingo are very similar. Both are quick, with a lucha libre style, and both have a nice tendency to mock the opponent. This starts off as the two men stare each other down, and Jay Zero slaps his challenger right in the face. Adrian smirks, and then slaps back. The two men continue this little slap-fest, though it is obvious that both are getting mad…but the first person to throw a punch is Flamingo, nailing the champ right in the jaw. Jay Zero backs up, and Flamingo charges forward, but Zero sidesteps and locks him in a headlock. Flamingo backs Zero into the ropes, and shoots him forward, and as Zero rebounds, Flamingo hits a snapmare. He goes for a stomp to the head, but Zero rolls out of the way, and then comes forward again. This time Zero forward rolls under a shot thrown by Flamingo, and as Flamingo turns, he is quickly dropkicked by Zero. Flamingo falls to the ground, and Zero goes over to him, hitting a couple of stomps, though a quick punch to the midsection by Flamingo, stops this new offense. Flamingo then, while getting up, hits a drop toehold which now takes Zero to the ground. Flamingo attempts to grab his head, though Zero wriggles out and gets to his feet. Flamingo goes forward, right into a hiptoss into the turnbuckle by Zero, but the impact causes Flamingo to flip backwards, and land on his feet…and though stunned, he manages to shoot off an armdrag on Zero, before leaning against the turnbuckle in pain, as Zero gets off of the ground.
The two men go towards each other…a little slowly now after that very quick start to the match. Neither man got a clear advantage in the opening seconds, and both are obviously ready to do so. Both of them have shaken off whatever offense has affected them so far, and are ready to start over. They go towards each other, and Flamingo motions to lock up, but this time it’s Zero who attacks first, with an eyepoke…and as Flamingo turns out of a natural reaction, Zero tries for a schoolboy rollup. Flamingo kicks out on time, but obviously this was not for an attempt at victory, but merely for a psychological advantage, as Zero backs up and laughs at his opponent. Flamingo gives a huge glare and charges at Zero, who naturally backs up and puts his hands up, flinching, expecting a huge shot…however it doesn’t come, as Flamingo stops right before him…and as Zero freezes for a second, a bit shocked, Flamingo quickly backhand slaps him. Flamingo now walks backwards, and now it’s his time to taunt Jay Zero. But both know that these head games have to end eventually, and now it’s time to focus on a win. There is a lot at stake here, as Zero goes forward, hitting some quick middle kicks to Flamingo’s ribs, followed by an attempt at a DDT, which Flamingo is quickly able to dodge, by spinning out of it and grabbing Zero’s arm. Flamingo pulls Zero into a clothesline, and then begins to drop some knees on him, as he lies on the ground. Zero gets up to his feet, and as Flamingo grabs him for another clothesline, Zero ducks again, springboards off of the ropes, and hits a beautiful armdrag, showcasing why he is the light heavyweight champion. He isn’t the only one who can fly though. As he runs back at a now standing Adrian Flamingo, he falls victim to the raised foot of Flamingo, kicking him right in the face. Flamingo then runs towards the ropes, and springboards off the second one, hitting the Flamingo Splash…1…..2….Kick out by Zero.
Flamingo stands to his feet, as does Zero, a little slowed down by the move he had just taken. Flamingo goes forward, and attempts to take advantage, by grabbing Zero and putting him back to the ground with a nice scoop slam. Once again he drops a knee on him, before attempting to lock him in his Cut-throat camel clutch. Before he can apply pressure however, Zero reached out and grabbed the ropes. Flamingo stood up, and waited for Zero to stand. Flamingo ran forward, as Zero tried to lift Flamingo up as a counter. Flamingo however managed to hit a headscissor takedown on Zero in the process, and Zero quickly finds himself back on the ground, as Flamingo goes over to try to get another pinfall….1….kick out. Obviously Zero is not yet ready to be pinned. Flamingo drags Zero up to his feet, and attempts to lift him up for a vertical suplex. He gets him all the way up, but just when he reaches the peak of the lift, Zero slips out of the move, landing behind Flamingo. He grabs him around the waist, and runs forward into the ropes, trying to roll backwards to put Flamingo in a pin. Flamingo grabs the ropes however, and Zero rolls backwards by himself onto his feet. As Flamingo attempts to get him with a running punch, Zero grabs his arm, and reverses into a crucifix pin…1….2…..and Flamingo quickly kicks out before it’s too late.
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:07:21 GMT -5
Both of the men are now not moving nearly as fast as they were in the beginning, and it’s time to slow down the pace. As Flamingo gets to his feet, Zero grabs him with an armdrag, and begins to stomp on his elbow, keeping him on the ground. Zero walks around Flamingo, stomping him as he goes, before dropping down for the cover, mostly just to drain Flamingo’s energy by having him kick out. Flamingo does so obviously, and Zero goes to the second rope, waiting for Flamingo to stand, so he can knock him back down with a rolling spear. As Flamingo stands however, Zero doesn’t get a chance to jump, because Flamingo begins to run for him to knock him off of the turnbuckle! Zero sees this coming however, and instead of what he originally planned, he jumps off, turns in mid-air and hits the Plaque (reverse hurricanrana) out of NOWHERE on Flamingo! Flamingo didn’t see it coming at all, and Zero quickly pins, this time hoping that it’s for the win….1…..2…..and Flamingo kicked out. Zero doesn’t seem too angry, mostly because he expected that this move would not be effective. Instead he merely takes a second to gather some strength in him, and he walks towards Flamingo. If he can end it now before Flamingo recovers from the previous move, he could get a nice, easy defense. He begins to lift Flamingo up and lifts him onto his shoulders for the Zero darkness…but all of a sudden, Flamingo slips out behind him and lifts him up for the 1980 Flamingo Special! Quickly, Zero escapes behind him, and now he runs forward, and hits a multiple rotation satellite headscissors straight into an armdrag! Flamingo hits the ground, and dizzily gets up, and before anybody can blink, he’s planted back down with the Crucifixion! 1 . . . 2 . . . And Flamingo kicks out. Zero now seems pretty annoyed, but he doesn’t want to get too angry now, and lose control. He has Flamingo right where he wants him. All he has to do now is finish him. Zero looks to the turnbuckle, obviously having something in mind, and as Flamingo gets up, Zero irish whips him towards the turnbuckle. He runs forward trying to squash Flamingo into the turnbuckle, but Flamingo ducks under Zero and runs to the other side of the ring. Thinking Flamingo is running from him, Zero turns to chase him, which proved to be a vital mistake, as the next thing he saw was Flamingo flying through the air, having springboarded off of the opposite turnbuckle, and Zero is knocked straight to the ground with a huge double axe handle. Flamingo, gasping for breath, drags Zero to lean against the bottom turnbuckle, and begins planting him with punches, intensely, trying to weaken him, obviously angered. The referee begins to count to five, warning Flamingo about his actions, and Flamingo, knowing he can’t be disqualified, stops…however he merely backs up, before charging forward with a huge A.D.H. knee, that while it takes a lot out of him, causing him to fall to the ground and try to regain his energy, it has a worse effect on Zero, and the tide of battle has completely shifted. Flamingo, now on his feet, considers dragging Zero to the middle of the ring and going for a pinfall…but he figures that this would not be the best idea, considering he was on the ground long enough that Zero would probably be able to kick out. Instead, he drags Zero to the middle of the ring…and locks in the Flamingo Clutch. Zero is out enough that he can’t counter, but he’s definitely awake when Flamingo begins to apply the pressure…Stretched across Flamingo’s knee, Zero begins to shout out in pain. Flamingo merely pulls harder, now able to taste the victory here. It’s so close, and all he needs is for Zero to finally break. Zero of course is not willing to do that. Zero knows that tapping out will cost him his title, and so he doesn’t, but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to be able to make the ropes. He begins to stop struggling, and Flamingo interprets that as Zero merely getting weaker, however that is not the case. Zero merely waits a couple of seconds, before throwing all of his energy into breaking free of the move, and though it isn’t easy, he manages to escape…Zero lies on the ground, having used a lot of energy to even escape the submission, but he makes sure to roll over to the ropes, having temporarily avoided a loss. Flamingo once again gets angry, since he thought he had finally gotten the win. He grabs Zero, putting him in a wheelbarrow position, and then goes right into a stunner, a very impactful move which once again renders Zero unable to move, and once again Flamingo pins….1…..2…Kick out! Flamingo lifts Zero to his feet, and to his surprise, Zero fights back, hitting some punches, but before he follows up, he is kneed by Flamingo in the ribs, and lifted up for the Ghostbuster (Slingshot Brainbuster!) Once again, a pin by Flamingo…it could be over here. 1 . . . 2 . . . Zero gets his foot on the ropes! Now Flamingo his furious, and he shakes the ropes in anger. He lifts Zero to his feet, once again, before turning to the crowd and making the belt motion around his waist. He turns back and attempts the 1979 Flamingo Special, but before he actually performs the move, Zero sweeps Flamingo’s legs, and reverses into an STO! Zero, though weak, is able to get onto his feet…and Flamingo is now on the ground, the tide now reversed…and Zero leans against the ropes, breathing heavily, before moving towards Flamingo. Zero continues to stalk Flamingo, and it looks like there's nowhere for him to go! Just as he reaches his feet, Jay lunges forward, quickly locking in his version of the Cobra Clutch, the submission move he calls the Blinded Faith! Flamingo's arms wave all over, looking for the ropes to escape the hold, but the choke hold begins to take it's toll--wearing down the Astonishing One. Desperately, Flamingo clutches a fist, trying to find some strength left to break out. Cl-Click. Click. [/color][/center]
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Post by BK London on Dec 6, 2007 17:08:14 GMT -5
Whilst this move is placed on Flamingo in the middle of the ring, the attention of ACW's fans is now turned towards the stage by the sound of a clicking. What is it? Well--it looks to be a sabotage of the Alphatron, which now shows a shot of Andrew Starr lying motionless on a cement floor backstage. The crowd doesn't know exactly how to react, but the uproar from the crowds force Jay to look over at what's causing the commotion. Immediately upon seeing his fallen partner, he releases Flamingo from his Blinded Faith hold and walks over to the ropes closest to the stage, yelling out "Oh you son of a bitch!" It appears as if Jay has let his emotions get the best of him, and it could possibly cost him now. Flamingo coughs and gasps for air, but doesn't even stop to allow any rest once he sees his opportunity come at him. With Jays back turned, Flamingo swiftly scurries forward, and lifts his opponent up onto his shoulders iin an inverted fireman's carry. Edison: Max! Could it be?! And within an instant, Flamingo has shifted Jays body mid-air as he sends him crashing into the mat with the 1980 Flamingo Special! (Side Death Valley Driver) McNally: The 1980 Flamingo Special! This could be all, Eddie! Edison: We're going to have a new champ! Oh my god! Cover him! Cover him! And it's at this very moment that the exhaustion sits in. That last move of desperation took the last of his energy out---however, it looks like it took more out of Jay. Slowly, Flamingo drags his body over, looking to get the pinfall over Jay Zero, possibly the soon to be FORMER Light Heavyweight Champion! But then...... "Hail To The Chief" hits the PA system, sending a mass reaction of cheers from all whom think it's Senator coming out. In the ring, Adrian Flamingo has the same idea too. With a smirk on his face, he begins to pull himself up, waiting for Senator Steve Philips to make his way out. Flamingo finally makes it to his feet, and a good twenty seconds pass, with no entrance at all which sparks some boos from the crowd. Jay is just beginning to make it to his own feet at this point, and the crowd begins to boo even more--but not for Jay regaining consciousness, but for the two individuals seen running through the back alleys of the crowd and hopping the security barricade. Jonny Hughes runs to the side of the ring and slides in, while Hunter just sprints and slides in through the back. Without the referee having any time to react, Hunter lifts his World Title up high and cracks it into the bakck of Jay Zero's skull, sending him crashing to the mat and sliding forward on impact. CRACK! [/color][/size][/center] Immediately, Flamingo drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, avoiding getting his fair share of a title shot right in between the eyes as well. He shakes his head as he begins to back pedal up the rampway. Hunter and Hughes begin to lay kick after kick after kick into the ribs and sides of Jay Zero who can't even defend himself right now. The referee vigorously calls for the bell and tries to stop the beatdown. Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!Hughes fakes a charge at the referee, just to intimidate him, but once he does it, the referee scurries off with his tail in between his legs. Now with nobody else in the ring to distract them, Hunter starts to direct traffic. "Pick him up! Pick him up!" Hunter screams to Hughes. Reluctantly, the Light Heavyweight Champion is lifted to his feet and hoisted up onto Jonny Hughes' shoulders in a fireman's carry position. "Now!" Just as Hunter screams this, he breaks into a sprint into the ropes, and Hughes jumps, launching Jay up in the air before crashing down into a double knee gut buster. Jay jolts right back up to his feet, clutching his stomach in pain, but right when he looks up---- SPAAAARTAAAAAAA! [/b][/color][/size] Bam! The bottom of Hunter's boot is slammed right into Jay's chest, which sends him crashing to the mat. Once again, the bell begins to sound, trying to break it up. Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!Flamingo is long gone by now, the referee is standing by Philip the ring announcer, Andrew Starr is backstage possibly knocked out, and Thunderkiss is still probably in agony from that unpleasant "surprise party" that he received earlier tonight. There is nobody to save Jay. Philip: Ladies and gentlemen! Due to outside interference--here is your winner by disqualification and STILL the Alpha Championship Wrestling Light Heavyweight Champion! Jay Zero! Now maybe there isn't a new champion, but obviously the message has been sent. The referee slides the Light Heavyweight Title in the ring, not wanting anything to do with the two angry men standing over Jay Zero. Hunter picks up the title and scoffs. He shakes his head and slams it down on top of Jay Zero. Hughes begins laughing, having sought out his revenge.
The scene begins to fade out.
End ShowOOC: Post-Match Credit goes to Jay Zero.
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Post by hunter on Dec 6, 2007 17:10:00 GMT -5
We're straight g's, yo. >_>
Good show, comments and DEPP coming later.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 6, 2007 17:14:08 GMT -5
A very nice tight show there. I particularly liked Silencio's introductory segment, and the addition of Adrian's polar opposite should be good for a lot of interesting "mileage". Good to see some "title rivalry" - the link between the two title defences was well thought out, classic in style without being too cliche. Considering that we only have one show to go before Winter Discontent, things are shaping up very smartly indeed.
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