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Post by Latino on Dec 16, 2004 19:49:24 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 13:54:32 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Winter Discontent
Saturday, 18th December 2004
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Primera Black v Carma – ACW Diva Title - Holiday Feast Match
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Predator v Davey Marvel v Wyvern v Oliver Black
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Hunter & Cage vs. G-Unit – ACW Tag Team Title Match - 2/3 Falls (Table, Cage, Ladder)
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Bob v Daredevil v Jake Cheng – ACW Entertainment and Lightweight Titles Match
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Latino v TNT – ACW International Title Match – Steel Chair Symphony
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Rose vs. BK London vs. Surion vs. Yoko vs. RDK vs. BladeShadow – ACW World Title Match – HIAC Evolved
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 13:56:58 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Let’s Get It Started (Credit: BK London)
The opening shot of the show pans around the sold-out arena in Madison Square Garden. The sound is extraordinary; the crowd is cheering and waving as the camera passes by for their chance to be on television. Signs wave throughout the entire arena, of BK London, RDK, JonnyG, Latino and other ACW Superstars. As the camera pulls back, it can be seen that there’s considerably more room around the ring than at a normal show, and that the ring itself has been raised just a little to compensate for this. Just then the sounds of Fabulous' "Breathe" blazes through the arena and the crowd are on their feet anticipating the return home for the local hero, BK London. Philip is already in the ring, and he needs his mic more than ever to get over the noise.
Phillip: Coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York.......
The crowd cheers even louder now.
Phillip: B-K LONDON !!!!
As BK London makes his way to the stage wearing a New York Yankees fitted top, the crowd is on their feet cheering chanting, "BK, BK, BK". BK London runs down by the ring and he runs around the ring slapping hands with everyone. BK London then slides into the ring and climbs up on the second rope to hail the crowd. Cameras flash and BK London hops down from the second rope. Phillip hands BK the mic and he has to pause from the great reaction from the crowd. BK tries to calm the crowd down and he succeeds, at least for the moment.
BK: Wooooo, Finally, I am back home in New York Citay !!!!
Another deafening pop by the crowd engulfs the arena and they begin chanting BK London's name again. BK holds up his arm for quiet until they settle.
BK: Now I know all of you are wondering, hey BK London, Why did you refuse to get tagged in in your match with Surion against Rose, Yoko, and RDK? Well the answer is fairly simple, I was just proving that there are no allies when going for the ACW Championship. Did I want to be in that match? No. I was forced into it, and to make matters worse BS didn't even show up until the end. Well that will all change tonight, because tonight I will win the World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd gives BK a large pop again.
BK: Tonight, I go up against five of the toughest superstars in ACW. Yoko Satoshi….
Crowd boos.
BK: Bladeshadow……
More, louder booing.
BK: Surion…..
A brief pause, but then the crowd cheers.
BK: Macho Man RDK……
The crowd goes nuts and starts chanting, “RDK! RDK!”, forcing BK to wait for them to calm down.
BK: And Alexandra "White Rose" Kaesar…<br> The crowd boos, but there’s a noticeable element of cheering as well.
BK: Now this is one of the biggest matches of my career, Some people are thinking: Hey BK, how are you gonna win a matchof a kind you’ve never fought before? How are you gonna beat five other men and women, in TWO rings?. Well indeed this is gonna be the most dangerous match I have been in to date, but let me assure you that it doesn't matter which match is this, it could be a Hell in a Cell, a Rage in a Cage, a Painus in Uranus, all I know is that I will make history tonight. Even if I have to beat Sucky Sucky Five Dolla Yoko. Or I have to pin the Biggest Faggot on the face of this earth Bladeshadow. Or maybe Surion, Oh who gives a damn about Surion. Or possibly RDK, The Overgrown Kool-Aid Pitcher, Or maybe I will beat the ACW Champion Rose. But the fact of the matter is that someone.....
BK points up to the massive overgrown Cell raised over the ring.
BK: Someone will BEG......FOR....MERCY. !!!
The crowd cheers for BK.
BK: But before BK goes he has one surprise for you all, here in my home NY. On Tuesday most of you know that my CD, BK London Presents: Taking Over, dropped. Well before everyone of you leave each and every one of you will receive a FREE COPY.
The crowd is on their feet for the Ultra Free Giveaway of his CDs; you can almost hear the sound of the board crying as all that profit waltzes out the door.
BK: Now !!! If you are ready for WINTER'S DISCONTENT, GIVE ME A HELL YEAH !!!
Crowd: Hell Yeah !!!!
BK: If you are ready for Chair Smashing, Table Crashing, Ladder Jumping, Diva Humping ......
The crowd gives BK a collective glance that says, “You WHAT?”
BK: Uh... Yea. Let’s get this first match on the road! Phil, I got this one…..sit your ass down.
Philip shrugs and goes back to his seat, and BK stays in the ring as the show cuts briefly to commercial while preparations are made for the first match of the night.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 13:59:15 GMT -5
Match 1: Primera Black v Carma – ACW Diva Title - Holiday Feast Match (Credit: Wyvern)
On the show’s return, the scene has been set for the first contest; around the ring are tables laden with all kinds of festive fare. BK eyes up a pitcher of egg nog, then remembers he has a job to do.
BK: This is a “Holiday Feast” Match, set for a single fall, and it is for the ACW Diva Title. Please welcome first, from Seattle, Washington………the challenger, Primera Black!
The crowd roars as "Killing in the Name of" by Rage Against The Machine hits, as Primera emerges from the entranceway. She is wearing a maroon/violet-colored dress with her trademark black and white striped socks and her black knee high boots. Running down the ramp, she acknowledges the fans, but only briefly as she is focused on her first shot at the ACW Diva title. BK holds down the rope for her to enter the ring, and she paces about soaking up the atmosphere of her first PPV.
Then, “Supermodel” by RuPaul hits, and the fans give Carma a mixed reception as she enters, belt around her toned and slender waist.
BK: And her opponent, she is the defending ACW Diva Champion…..from Charlotte, NC, please welcome Carma Langley!
Carma’s stunning good looks catch the eye of every red blooded male in the place; she strides to the ring, looking not only gorgeous but ready to use both mental and physical skill to protect her championship. BK again holds the rope to assist her into the ring; the two ladies watch one another without actually staring one another out, feigning interest in the crowd or in the victuals positioned all around the ring. BK tosses the mic back to Philip and takes his leave, collecting a glass of egg nog from the tables as he heads to the back; the ref enters and performs the ritualistic checks for illegal weapons and such before giving the timekeeper the nod to go ahead.
Bell Rings.
Carma begins to talk trash to Primera, intensifying the diatribe as Primera rolls her eyes, looking towards the crowd instead of Carma. This action infuriates Carma, as she slaps Primera. Not surprised, Primera shoves Carma, knocking her to the ground. Primera goes onto the offensive early, picking up Carma by the hair, and irish whipping her into the ropes. Primera expects a reversal upon Carma's rebound, and she guesses correctly, dodging a flying elbow and turning it into a bulldog, planting Carma to the ground. Standing back up, Carma goes after Primera in a fit of rage, tackling Primera to the ground, and pulling her black hair, slamming her head on the mat repeatedly. The referee breaks up Carma's torturing, and Primera gets back onto her feet, a little bit dazed. Carma starts to go back to work on Primera, putting Primera in a sleeperhold and thrashing her around wildly. Primera starts to fade, but the crowd cheering her on gives her the strength to elbow her way out of the hold, landing a strong shot to Carma's face. Carma freaks out at this, and attempts to slap Primera, who grabs her wrist, and delivers a kick to the face, knocking Carma to the ground.
Primera climbs the top rope, looking to end this match before even progressing to the food items outside the ring. She delivers a frog-splash, and covers Carma, who kicks out prior to the first count. Carma starts to realize her only chance at getting an advantage over Primera is to utilize the items outside the ring. She walks out of the ring, and taunts Primera to follow. Primera doesn't comply in the way Carma wants, instead she meanders to another table and picks up a turkey leg, and charges at Carma. Carma reaches for a bowl of Jello and smashes it over Primera in the nick of time. However, the bowl turned out to be a plastic mold, and despite a sloppy mess outside the ring, Primera isn't fazed as much as Carma had hoped. Primera shrugs off the blow, and slaps Carma with the turkey leg, knocking Carma against the table. Primera continually beats her with the turkey leg, and eventually takes a bite out of it, and spits in Carma's face, to the delight of the crowd. Carma screams from the greasy turkey hitting her face, but the sound is muffled, as Primera grabs some turkey stuffing and forces it into her mouth. Carma freaks out, and manages to get out of Primera's grasp, spitting out the turkey-seasoned bread crumbs at a feverish pace. She looks at Primera, who laughs at her, and charges her into the ringpost, and a large clang can be heard through the arena. Members of the audience cringe seeing Primera forced into the ringpost headfirst, and gasp as she slumps to the ground.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:00:32 GMT -5
Carma grins at her work, and starts to look around the table for more "weapons" to utilize against the newcomer. She grins when she grabs a bowl of chestnuts, and spills them onto the ground. She picks up Primera, who seems rather shaken up from the impact with the ringpost. Carma pulls Primera in, and delivers a DDT onto the chestnuts, cracking some of the chestnuts upon impact, while some prove to be resilent and hold their shape. Carma takes some of the chestnut shells and starts to scratch Primera up with them, slightly opening Primera up, to the utter disbelief of the fans that blood has been drawn in a Diva's match. Primera flips around onto her back, and takes one of the chestnuts that didn't break and whips into the left eye of Carma, sending her back, slightly blinded. Primera slowly rises, and spins Carma around to face her. She kicks her in the stomach, and suplexes her onto the remaining nuts. Upon impact, Carma shows signs of extreme pain in her back region, from the ever-pesky chestnuts that were roasted over an open fire. Primera slides back into the ring to catch a breather, awaiting Carma to get up and re-enter the ring. After a few moments, Carma gets back up, grabbing a box of cheap wine upon her re-entrance into the ring. Primera charges Carma, but Carma swiftly dodges the attempt, and blasts Primera with the box of wine, busting the ruby red liquid all over the ring. Carma got more than what she expected, as the alcohol aggravated the open wounds Primera had already. Grinning from ear to ear, Carma picks up Primera and signals for the powerbomb. However, Primera pushes Carma, and runs the ropes. Carma follows suit, and looks to push Primera outside of the ring. Primera couldn't dodge the shove in time, and is pushed into one of the tables, knocking all of its contents over, covering Primera in such things like green bean casserole and mashed potatoes.
Carma celebrates in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer both divas' performance in the ring so far. Carma takes the applause as a compliment, and starts to call to some of the crowd members for a louder response. Carma soon turns to look around the other side of the arena, but is met with a five pound Hershey's chocolate bar to the skull courtesy of the recovered Primera, dropping her to the mat like a brick. Primera laughs, and eats a small piece of the remaining chocolate bar. She then picks up Carma, who is covered in smeared chocolate and she runs the ropes, looking to take her to the outside with a clothesline. Carma comes to her senses, and flips Primera over her shoulder. Not noticing Primera landed on the apron, Carma is shocked when Primera pulls her hair and pulls her slightly over the rope, and delivers a piledriver off the apron onto a table still stocked with food, breaking the table. The crowd begins a chant of "Holy Shit", as Primera rises to a pop from the crowd. A wave of laughter overtakes the cheers however, as Carma stands up...with a turkey over her head! When the table collapsed, Primera's piledriver inadvertently wedged Carma's head into the turkey! Primera smiles and quickly rolls Carma into the ring. Carma stands up, and starts to pat the turkey where her face should be, and a muffled scream can be heard. Primera delivers a dropkick to Carma sending her against the ropes. As Carma struggles to get back to the middle of the ring, Primera kicks Carma in the gut and spins her around, delivering the inverted DDT known as the Road to Oblivion! Primera covers Carma, whose kick out is thwarted by the weight of the turkey on her head. 1.....2.....3! The ref calls for the bell.
Phillip: Your winner, and the new ACW Diva champion, Primera Black!
The crowd roars with approval as Primera celebrates in the ring, as some medical staff quickly remove the turkey from Carma's head to avoid a chance of suffocation. Carma freaks out at the sight of Primera with the title, and tries to charge her. However, she slips on a little bit of mashed potatoes in the ring, and falls back onto the mat, giving Primera ample time to scurry out of the ring, laughing the entire way to the entrance ramp, turning one last time to acknowledge the crowd, to a loud ovation. As the camera fades to a segment, the ACW staff can be seen frantically trying to clean up the ringside area for the next match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:07:27 GMT -5
Segment: Cutting a deal? (Credit: Daredevil)
The scene is Bob’s locker room; Bob seems to have only just arrived, and is putting his bag down when he hears a knock on the door.
Bob: Come in.
Daredevil opens the door, and Bob gets a bit of a shock.
Bob: Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
DD: I've decided to come here and, um, apologise about last Monday night.
Bob:...So?
DD: Well, I've watched the match again, and it seems that it wasn't your fault that we lost the match. It was actually Jake that pushed you off the ropes.
Bob: Yeah, ok. Apology accepted. You can go now, I'm gonna warm up for the match.
DD: Whoa whoa whoa, I have something else to ask, yeah?
Bob: What?
DD: I was wondering if we could arrange something, like you keep your lightweight title and I keep my entertainment title
Bob: Us two? working together? ha! It ain't gonna happen. I want both of these titles around my waist, and I'm not gonna be prepared to job to you, Daredevil.
DD: Fine, looks like I'll be the one with two titles at the end of the night. I've given you a chance of keeping your title, but it looks like it isn't going to happen any more Enjoy your last few minutes as owner of that belt.
Daredevil leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:07:58 GMT -5
Segment: A secret plan
Backstage in the endless corridors, Michael Kross is arriving for the evening with his kit bag slung over his shoulder. The crowd pops, and they get exponentially louder as Kross passes Randy Kanyon, leaning against the wall. RDK isn’t his normal happy self; he looks concerned about something, and Kross stops to find out if he’s ok.
Kross: What’s up, Randy? You seem troubled….
RDK: I am bruda, I am. I ought to be on top of the world right now, tonight the Macho Man has a chance to claim the ACW World title for all the Machomaniacs out there..
The crowd pops again.
RDK:…But I’m worried, bruda. I’m worried about my buddy Blade. He’s just not himself any more, and I can’t get through to him.
Kross nods, and then glances up and down the corridor.
Kross: I understand what you mean. But listen……this has to be kept totally secret…..I think I maybe close to finding a way to help him overcome the dark force that’s paralyzing his free will. I just need a little more time…..
RDK: Really? That’s great! Can I do anything to help? I mean, I’ve always dreamed of holding the World Title……but Blade’s future is more important.
Kross: That’s very unselfish of you, Randy. But I think the best thing you can do is go out there and make sure that Blade is kept under control – and that he doesn’t win that belt. And the best way to do that may well be for you to win it first.
RDK: OoOoOoOoHHHH YEAH! I feel ya, bruda. You can count on the Macho Man, don’t you worry about a thing!
Looking much happier. RDK heads off to his locker room, and Kross does the same. Only when they’ve both gone does a tall, muscular figure step out from the shadows of a nearby store room; the crowd boos furiously as Jack Fury smiles darkly and flexes his dimly – glowing gauntlets.
Fury: Well, well. It looks like I’m going to have to pay Mr. Kross a little visit……
Fury melts away into the shadows, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:09:43 GMT -5
Segment: Make or Break (Credit: Hunter)
Hunter and Cage are sitting in their locker room with the Tag Team Titles around their waists. Cage is stretching while Hunter is pacing back and forth across the room.
Hunter: Our first title defense. This could make or break us. Do you know that?
Cage continues stretching and doesn't reply.
Hunter: We've been gloating and saying we're the best Tag Team Champions, if not Tag Team, period, but we haven't even defended our titles yet. If we lose, we'll be the laughing stock of the entire federation!
Cage doesn't reply.
Hunter: Ha. Who am I kidding? We are the best!
Cage smiles to himself.
Hunter: Two out of three falls. That's all we need to win. Cage, we should be able to win the first two and we won't have to go to the Ladder Match. Ladders are starting to turn against me. They're not my friends, even though we've used them to our advantage to win many matches. Of course you know we're going to win the Cage fall. Hmm, I wonder why?
Cage looks at him.
Hunter: Yeah, that's why. We've got to prove to all of these people that we ARE great Tag Team Champions. At the first ever ACW Awards, we have been nominated for "Best Tag Team Champions," but something tells me we won't win. We've going against people who have earned their respect over the years. We've only been here three months and we don't get much respect from anyone. But we should get respect! We are the one of the best Tag Teams EVER! Well, we'll show them. After seeing us win, they'll know that we truly are the best.
Cage stops stretching and nods.
Hunter: And if all else fails, I'll go for a singles career.
Cage looks at Hunter with a confused look on his face. Hunter notices and realizes that he might have gone a little over the top.
Hunter (nervously): Ha ha. I'm just kidding!
He turns to leave and opens the door.
Hunter: By the way, you know how much these titles mean to me, so don't fuck up.
Hunter leaves and closes the door behind him. The camera focuses on a half shocked half angry Cage. Cage doesn't move, but then shortly after follows Hunter out the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:11:11 GMT -5
Segment: A man of his word (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera fades in to show a local hospital, where a new ACW correspondent is standing with a doctor. Getting the signal to start speaking, the correspondent starts to question the doctor.
Correspondent: ACW correspondent Biff Taylor here with Doctor Dume. Doctor, what is Wyvern's current situation after the re-injury that occured on last Monday's Warfare?
Dr. Dume: "Wyvern" has been treated for the mild concussion he received from when he passed out the week before, but we haven't been able to make any progress on his condition regarding his knee. Our knee specialist, Dr. Harding, has been on vacation, and is getting back in a matter of hours. As far as we can tell without a knee scope operation, Mr. Stewart has sustained a major sprain of his ACL in his left knee. Oddly enough, when he was placed back into the patient room on Monday, he was in high spirits.
Biff: That's odd, considering many experts believe his career to be over. As far as Wyvern goes, he lives to wrestle, I couldn't imagine him being in any sort of a good mood after experiencing what he has since his return to professional wrestling...
The ACW correspondent is nearly knocked over by a man leaving a room in the nearby patient quarters, dressed heavily in winter garb. The correspondent gives the man a glare and grabs him by the scruff of his neck, and pulls him to ask him a question.
Biff: Why don't you watch where you're going?
Man (In a heavily muffled voice): Sorry about that. I was just in haste, trying to pick up something for my..my...sick wife. I made her a "promise" to do something for her, and I always fulfill my promises, "no matter what"... Can I please get going?
Biff: Fine, just be more considerate of people. You know, your attitude reminds of the staff I work with, all a bunch of people who put their egos over everyone else. Keep it up, you'll find a job at the ACW.
Man: Up yours Biff...
The man pushes his way past Biff, and walks his way slowly over to an elevator. Soon, the elevator comes to the floor, and the man disappears into the elevator. Biff turns around and speaks to the doctor again.
Biff: So Doctor, do you think Wyvern's done in the ACW, or wrestling for that matter?
Dr. Dume: I'd bet my retirement fund on it, if the injury is anything like what it looks like. The only way I'd say Wyvern could ever come back to wrestling is if there were an announcing position. Although, we'll need Dr. Harding to confirm that.
Biff: It's a shame. It's even a bigger shame that Wyvern promised he'd be "at tonight's match, no matter what"...
Biff pauses for a short moment, and has an expression of confusion.
Dr. Dume: Are you okay?
Biff: It's nothing. I just had a case of severe deja vu. Something must've triggered it, but I have no clue what it could be.
At this time, a nurse runs out of one of the patient rooms, with a look of urgency on her face. She runs up to the doctor.
Nurse: Dr. Dume! One of our patients is missing!
Dr. Dume: Which one? When did you realize they were missing?
Nurse: His name is Scott Stewart, you know, that kind of built person. Looked like he could be a wrestler. Also, it seems like the man who's being treated for hypothemia, is missing his winter jacket and other accessories. I'm going to go find the man some replacement clothes.
The nurse runs off. The doctor now has a look of pure shock, as does Biff.
Dr. Dume: Well, that explains that Mr. Stewart is a "man of his word", right Biff? I believe this interview is over, as I think you have your answers. I'll send an ambulance over to the arena as soon as possible for "Wyvern".
The doctor walks off, as Biff stands in the hallway in shock, still in disbelief.
Biff: That's why he knew my name...
Camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:13:12 GMT -5
Segment: The time is now (Credit: Davey Marvel)
The camera starts rolling, you see the anxious but focused young Davey Marvel standing with Kevin Anderson. The crowd begins a small but respectable response in the form of sporadic cheers. He seems to have a lot on his mind with this being his first ever Pay-Per-View appearance and just his third match since arriving on the scene here in ACW . His hood is covering his face and his arms are crossed; he is waiting to hear his entrance music so he can go out and begin the match. Kevin Anderson begins to speak.
Kevin Anderson: Davey since you arrived here in ACW it seems you have not been liking the reaction from some of the more established superstars. Tell me more about this...
Davey Marvel: Ya Kevin this is true. I do not like what some of the other members of the locker room have done in response to my style. There is a time to talk and there is a time to shut up and some of them just don't know when to do what. Since the moment I arrived I have treated them with respect in almost every situation, unless I provoked them in some sort of way. I came in with the wrong attitude, that people around here acted with class and character. EHHHHH Wrong.... THEY ARE TRASH!! They are disrespectful and simple minded and tonight I will take out that trash.
Kevin: Who exactly are you referring to?
Davey glares at Kevin; he appears annoyed by the question.
Marvel: You will find out soon enough.
Kevin: So what’s next in the career of Davey Marvel?
Davey: A new attitude, a new look on the business and a new objective in my career.
Kevin: New objective? what’s that...
Marvel: Takeover and makeover, first I am going to take over the ACW, run through its veins like a venom and stop it dead in its tracks, slow down its heart to the point of standstill. Then once I have achieved this I will make over the ACW by changing the way things are run. It's time things were run differently, and once I make my impact in the ACW they will be.
Kevin: With that said, what are your plans for the not so distant future, like tonight?....
Marvel: I plan to make it My Time.
Kevin: Yeah Davey that sounds all good and well but how do you plan on doing that with all the other young talent that also plans to make it "Their Time?"
Davey’s music begins to ring throughout the arena.
Davey (winks at Kevin): You'll see.
He slaps Kevin on the butt as if he were a member of the same baseball team and begins to walk out to start his match.
The arena is now filled with a thick layer of tension after that sudden change of character displayed by Davey just moments ago. There is now even more animosity added to an already hostile situation. The crowd is left with an endless curiosity that will be satisfied in just mere moments…..
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:16:09 GMT -5
Match 2: Predator v Davey Marvel v Wyvern v Oliver Black (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera shifts back to ringside, as the ACW crew manages to clean the last bit of food off of the ringside area from the previous diva match. The crowd leaps to attention once the head crewmember gives Phillip the green light to resume the action. Phillip walks back into the ring to announce the next match.
Phillip: The following match is a fatal-four way match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington, standing 5'6", weighing 197 pounds, Oliver Black!
"Calm Like A Bomb" by Rage Against the Machine hits as Oliver runs down to the entrance way to a loud string of cheers by the crowd. His tenacity so far in the ACW has won him over by many, and it shows by the reaction the crowd has given him. He moves over to ringside, and climbs the apron, and awaits the other contestants. He appears to be in high spirits after his sister Primera won the ACW Diva Championship.
Phillip: Introducing next, hailing from Ann Arbor, Michigan, standing at 6'1" and weighing 221 pounds, Davey Marvel!
The Nine Inch Nails remix of White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" hits to a mixed reaction from the crowd. People applaud Marvel's in-ring ability, while some feel his temper tantrum in his locker room following Warfare was a childish act, making him unworthy of praise. Nevertheless, Marvel makes his way to the ring unwavering by the reaction from the crowd like a seasoned veteran. He climbs into the ring, and awaits Predator's arrival.
Phillip: Introducing next, hailing from Winnipeg, standing at 5'6" and weighing 210 pounds, Predator!
"Stay Together for the Kids" by Blink 182 hits to an overwhelming amount of boos as Predator emerges from the ramp. A small handful of people applaud him for winning the triple-threat match last Monday against Brian Carnage and Sgt. Pilko, but those people are easily drowned out by the rabid fans who give Predator hell as he makes his way into the ring. At this time, all three contestants await the announcement of Wyvern.
Phillip: And finally, hailing from Seattle, Washington, standing at 6'2", weighing 220 pounds, Wyvern!
"Trip Like I Do" by Filter hits to a sizable pop. However, Wyvern doesn't emerge from the entrance way. A minute or so passes by without any sign of the man, then Phillip raises the mic and speaks.
Phillip: Due to injury, Wyvern isn't expected to be a participant in tonight's match. However, the ACW staff has informed me that if he is to show up somehow, he is still an active participant. Without further adieu, let the match commence!
The bell rings.
The three contestants look at each other with a look of puzzlement at the announcement made just prior to the bell ringing. After a brief moment of confusion, both Marvel and Oliver rush Predator and begin the match with a double clothesline. With Predator on the ground, Marvel moves towards Oliver and gives him an arm drag, throwing him to the mat. Marvel slides over to Predator, and throws a string of closed-fist punches on him, while trash talking the former Entertainment champion. Oliver gets up, and shoves Marvel off of Predator. Oliver picks up Marvel and delivers a snap suplex to him, while Predator gets up, and catches a rising Oliver with a clothesline. With both men down, Predator grins, and cockily tries to pin both at once. The ref begins to count. 1...kick out by both Oliver and Marvel. They both rise, and a triple grapple is initiated. Predator wins the struggle, and bashes both Marvel and Oliver's head together, and whips Oliver into the turnbuckle. Oliver stumbles forward from the impact, only to be knocked into it again by Marvel, also whipped by Predator. Both men stumble forward, only to be forced back right into the turnbuckle once more by Predator splashing them both. Predator takes both of them and delivers a double inverted DDT on them. He starts to taunt to the crowd, getting nothing but death threats from the crowd.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:17:16 GMT -5
Predator takes advantage of the situation, as he picks up Oliver and scoop slams him onto Marvel. Pulling Oliver off right away to avoid a pin count, he attempts to do the same to Oliver with Marvel, but Marvel reverses it into an inverted suplex. Marvel gets a surge of energy, and quickly takes down Oliver once again with a running lariat. Marvel then goes back to work on Predator, lifting him up to the top rope and starts throwing punches on Predator. At this time, Oliver gets back up and starts to grapple Marvel, but they are both met by an awakened Predator as he hits a double diving clothesline onto the two newcomers. He then moves over to Marvel, and picks him up by the hair and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Predator lifts Marvel into a powerbomb and releases him with a large impact. He falls on top of Marvel, looking for the win, but the count is broken up by Oliver. Oliver runs the ropes and delivers a senton splash onto the two. He then picks up Predator, and tosses him over the rope. With Marvel down in the ring, and Predator down on the outside, Oliver leaps onto the turnbuckle and delivers a flying elbow drop to Predator on the outside, to a rousing cheer by the crowd, who are impressed by the daredevil-esque antics of the Black family tonight.
Davey gets up, and sees both men lying on the outside. He waits patiently in the ring until Oliver starts to get up, which at that cue, Marvel runs and delivers a baseball slide to Oliver, driving him to the guardrail. Marvel quickly goes to work on the outside, throwing Predator up against a guardrail and wailing on him once again. Marvel takes Predator and locks in a T-Bone Suplex, and brings Predator down hard onto the concrete. Marvel rises a moment too late to see Oliver run on the guardrail and connect with a Tornado DDT on him. Oliver, thinking wisely, rolls both Predator and Marvel into the ring. He drags both of their bodies to the middle of the ring, and runs the ropes to hit a hit a Lionsault on both of them, to a large pop from the crowd. He lays just the same way he landed for the pin attempt. 1....2....double kick-out, as both Predator and Marvel both shove Oliver off with such force, that he goes up in the air a couple of feet, and lands hard onto the mat. Predator beats Marvel to his feet, and nails him with a spear. Predator seems to have caught a second wind, and he picks up Oliver and kicks him the stomach, and nails a flowing DDT. Predator goes for the cover on Oliver. 1....2....kick out by Oliver, who just barely makes it out of the pin. Predator argues with the ref, as both Marvel and Oliver get up. They both move in and attempt a double suplex, but Predator manages to shift the momentum and deliver a double DDT.
With both men down again, Predator starts to get excited, quickly picking up Oliver and hitting a Simba Slam on him. He then slides over to Marvel and hits a jackhammer. With a full head of steam, Predator lands a leg drop on Oliver, and gets up and delivers an elbow drop to Marvel. However, as Predator hits the elbow drop, he doesn't notice Oliver rise up and rush at him, becoming a victim of a bulldog. Oliver quickly mounts the top rope and delivers the Final Shot onto Predator, but Marvel breaks up the pin attempt before the ref can make his way there. Marvel nails a diving clothesline to Oliver, and puts him into a figure four leglock. Stuck in the middle of the ring, Oliver looks as if he's about to tap out. However, Predator slips behind Marvel and locks in a sleeperhold. Marvel shortly releases the hold, and Oliver gingerly steps back up, and after he regains his senses, hits a running dropkick on Predator, causing him to release the sleeperhold. Now, all three contestants stand back up, and stare each other down to a large pop from the crowd, considering this match has been a stand still as of so far. All three of them continue their staredown for a few moments before Oliver and Predator rush Marvel and knock him down with a shoulder tackle. Oliver shimmies over behind Predator, and takes him down with an inverted facebuster.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:19:44 GMT -5
Oliver runs towards Marvel, who starts to get up, and delivers a cross body block. He goes for the pin. 1....2....Predator manages to pull Oliver off of Marvel in the nick of time. Predator holds onto Oliver and executes an ankle lock. Marvel slowly gets up and kicks Predator in the teeth, causing him to let go of the ankle lock. Marvel kicks Predator in the gut and whips him into the ropes. Marvel catches Predator with a spinebuster. At the second he connects with the spinebuster, "Trip Like I Do" plays once again over the sound system, to a roar from the crowd. Wyvern emerges from the entranceway, almost completely unable to walk, shuffling at a snail's pace. The diversion caused by Wyvern's entrance leaves Marvel open to a low blow by Predator, and a facebuster by Oliver. The three continue to wrestle the match as if Wyvern isn't a factor, with Predator putting Oliver in a hanging suplex, while staring Wyvern down, who has finally gotten halfway down the ramp. Predator brings Oliver down hard to the mat, and tries to cover. 1....2....kick out by Oliver as Predator becomes frustrated by the resiliency of the newcomers of the ACW. Marvel gets up to confront Predator, and he shoves Predator over the hunched over Oliver, tripping Predator. Marvel then goes after Oliver, picking him up by the hair and tossing him. Marvel takes a breather to staredown with Wyvern, who is slowly moving towards the ring, almost three-quarters of the way to the ring by now. Oliver gets up, and tries to give Predator the Impaler, but Predator reverses it into a Pedigree. He covers Oliver, but Marvel stops the pin before the second count. Predator pushes Marvel back, and goes to work on Oliver, setting him up for a German suplex. Marvel quickly moves behind Predator and lifts both him and Oliver, delivering a double German suplex, to the delight of the crowd.
Wyvern finally gets to the ring apron, and stands there for sometime. He currently looks as if he's on his deathbed, given his struggle to even walk to the ring. Davey Marvel gets up from the German suplex, and walks to the apron and confronts Wyvern. With both Predator and Oliver down, Marvel has a confident air about him. He trash talks Wyvern, and dares him to come into the ring. Wyvern looks to the crowd as Marvel does this, looking for their approval. The crowd approves with a loud cheer of "Wyvern" coming from the crowd, as the crowd wants to see this match become even more interesting. Wyvern finally complies, and slowly enters the ring, to a loud pop. Wyvern and Marvel have a staredown, in which trash talk is traded like all-stars to the New York Yankees. At this time Predator and Oliver slowly start to get up. Marvel, having enough of waiting for Wyvern to come after him, throws a wild haymaker that nearly misses Wyvern. Wyvern counters with a stomp with his good leg, that sends Marvel crashing to the ground. Wyvern places his bad leg on Marvel's chest to go for a pin. Predator starts to rush towards Wyvern, but in a shocking move, Oliver grabs Predator's arms and holds him, as the ref counts. 1.....2.....3!
Phillip: And your winner via pinfall.....Wyvern!
The crowd is confused at what has just happened. Marvel quickly springs to his feet, and Oliver lets go of Predator, who rushes at Wyvern in pure anger. Wyvern cracks a smile, and cuts off Predator's charge with a stomp from his bad leg! Predator looks on in shock from a hunched over position as Wyvern pulls off his leg brace, and backs up without being bothered at all by his knee, and delivers a massive spear to Predator. Oliver and Davey confront Wyvern in the ring for a staredown. After a few moments, they all start stomping on Predator to the surprise of the crowd. Marvel runs out to the apron as Wyvern picks up Predator and delivers the sleeperhold into a bulldog, known as the Corrosion, which sends Predator bouncing back up, only to get hit by the Midnight, perfectly executed by Marvel. Both Marvel and Wyvern tell Oliver to go up top, and they drag Predator over to the turnbuckle area. Oliver gets ready to hit the Final Shot, but Wyvern and Marvel tell him to wait. Wyvern picks up Predator and puts him in the powerbomb position, a move he rarely does. He lifts Predator up and while on the descent, Marvel grabs Predator's head and brings him down with an inverted facebuster while Oliver hits the Final Shot, all simultaneously, with such perfect timing that couldn't have been done without premeditation. Marvel picks up Predator and throws him to the outside, letting the medical staff tend to Predator. Inside the ring, Wyvern raises the hands of both Marvel and Oliver in victory, to the confusion of the crowd.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:21:42 GMT -5
The crowd stares on in awe at what has just transpired in the ring. Oliver, Davey, and Wyvern stand in the ring, to an awkward reaction from the crowd, as they cheer the three on their assault on Predator, who is currently being treated outside the ring. They stand in the ring, laughing and celebrating their alliance. Davey Marvel, breathing heavily and gasping for air, takes a mic and begins to address the crowd.
Marvel: It's time, It's time for people like Oliver, Wyvern and myself to take out the trash that has been polluting the ACW since the day we walked through the front door. We are "The New Breed". We are the answer to the scum that has been floating around the fish tank that is the roster of Alpha Championship Wrestling. You can see what we have done to Predator. That's what we will continue to do to the crap that flows throught the halls here. Once we have taken out another poon, we will move on to the next person, and then the next and so on and so on, until there is no one else to eliminate. As you can see by the pile of waste that is Predator laying outside the ring we are for real, it is my time ahem, excuse me it is OUR time to rise up and be the top dogs here in ACW. From the moment I, along with the other members of "The New Breed", arrived in ACW, we received heat for the way I expressed myself. Alongside with Oliver and Wyvern, we will continue to push the envelope even further than ever before and if you don't believe us just try us.
The excitement rises as Marvel hands the microphone over to Oliver. Oliver who has been leaning on the corner turnbuckle up until this moment, sees Primera rush out of the back and gives Oliver a hug to a big pop to the crowd. Oliver smiles and moves from turnbuckle to turnbuckle raising his hands to an assault of flashes from cameras all around the arena. He gets down and holds up the microphone with a large grin on his face as he addresses the crowd.
Oliver: Marvel couldn't have said it any better. Tonight is OUR time to rise up, rise up and show everyone out there in the crowd and backstage that we are no longer screwing around. We are here to show everyone that we have the talent and the determination to take this entire league by storm, with quality wrestling and exciting matches. And I stand by my word, we are not some underhanded gang like those that have come before us. We are no NWO, we are no Degeneration X. We are not here to go to the top using tricks and cheating our way to the top. No, we are here to prove that we are the dominant competitors here in the ACW. We will move on to take the higher ranked by storm, and Primera’s achievement here tonight will be only the first belt to be added to the upcoming list of titles that will adorn the waists of us "New Breeds". Be prepared for a new form of entertainment. With us "New Breed" here, we WILL give you every single penny of what you paid for.
Oliver once again raises his hands to a big pop from the crowd before he hands off the microphone to Wyvern, he then goes back to the corner turnbuckle into his leaning position. Wyvern takes a moment to survey the crowd, with the fans having a confused reaction to Wyvern and his alleged "injury".
Wyvern: I can hear you all out there, wondering why in the hell would someone like me even consider faking an injury. Don't jump to conclusions, however, as I have a good rationale for this. People always seem to take what they see with their own eyes for granted. We've allowed this to happen in all spectrums of life, take a look at the attack on 9/11. People should never fall for complacency, for it's the time when life bites you in the ass. It's my realization of this, that inspired me to put on the act since my debut. Hell, playing the injury didn't make anything easier, for I had to hold things back in the ring. What all of you saw in the ring since my debut here was only the tip of the iceberg. I've never been in this great of condition, and I hope my experience in the ring will be a catalyst for the "New Breed".
Wyvern takes another quick glance around at the crowd, and laughs a little bit. He strolls over besides Oliver and Marvel, who are talking to each other, and continues to speak.
Wyvern: I guess I have to answer another question, and that is question is why do I associate with these young guns? I mean, it's understandable that a veteran like me from other feds would be hard-pressed to team up with newcomers. However, I've listened to these two talk, and I've watched them in their matches, and they have the potential to give each and everyone in the ACW a run for their money. So I decided to team up with them. These two are going to redefine the ACW alongside me, with all of us equally contributing. Oliver Black is the high-flyer with the heart and will of Martin Luther King Jr., never giving up when the odds are against him. Davey Marvel is a methodical brawler that resembles a bastard child of a shifty defense attorney and a pit bull, finding a weakness and striking with incredible, unrelenting tenacity. Just imagine what the three of us can bring to the table as a collective unit, and you've got a trifecta of reasons why the ACW will never be the same. We're revolutionaries here in sports entertainment, and we're all about change. If there's any word of advice I can give for anyone who dares to oppose us, remember this: Expect the unexpected. With that, the dawn of a new era is here, hailing the rise of a "New Breed".
Wyvern puts down the mic as the crowd roars in approval. He joins with Marvel and Oliver in the middle of the ring, as they raise each other's hands, to show their unity. They leave the ring to a thundering chant of "New Breed", heading backstage as a collective unit. The camera fades.
OOC note: Post match events are courtesy of Wyvern / Marvel / Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 18, 2004 14:23:03 GMT -5
Segment: Divine Inspiration (Credit: Bob)
In one of the hallways just outside the arena, Bob is talking to Phillip, who’s having a quick break before the next match takes place. A short distance away, Kevin is walking up readying himself for an interview he isn’t very happy about.
Bob: Look Phillip, he attacked you. You can’t let him get away with this.
Phillip: But if I follow your plan, chances are he will come after me…..
Bob: Don’t worry about that. I won’t let anything happen to you, and as much of a wussy that Daredevil is, he won’t let anything happen to you either. So do me the favor.
Phillip: Ok Bob, you got yourself a deal. It’s going to be fun to see the look on his face.
Phillip walks off and Kevin sees his chance to get this over with quickly. He sidles up to Bob with the camera crew in tow.
Kevin: I’m here with the current Light Weight Champion, Bob! Now Bob, today not only are you defending your title, but you have a shot at the Entertainment title as well. How do you feel about that?
Bob just turns to Kevin and smiles.
Bob: Kevin, there is a story of a General. This General always wore a Red Jacket. The reason for this was that whenever he got wounded in battle, his troops wouldn’t see the blood and they would still have high morale. Well DD and Jake, you better bring your brown pants in this fight with me!
Suddenly Bob’s expression changes, as if he’s had a revelation.
Bob: Wait a minute, that’s the answer! Pants!
Without any further explanation, Bob darts off in the direction of Kross’s locker room as if he found the answer to all his problems. Kevin looks at the camera, and shrugs.
Fade Out.
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