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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:41:41 GMT -5
Segment: Torak’s instructions
The scene changes to one of the corridors. The cameraman seems to be moving with extreme care, and quickly we see why – Torak is walking a short way ahead of him, and the cameraman wisely keeps his distance. Torak has a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other, and has evidently been warming up for his match; he reaches his dressing room and enters, and the cameraman, evidently supposed to be going somewhere else, heaves an audible sigh of relief and starts moving forward at a normal pace once more. Just as he’s about to pass the door, however, there’s a bellow of rage quite unlike anything anyone’s heard before now. Carefully the camera peeks around the corner, and an astonishing sight is revealed.
The room is in chaos; furniture is overturned, glass vases shattered. This, however, is not what’s got Torak wound up; it’s the message written in a flowing script on the white wall with what looks like a thick red permanent marker.
Torak, sweetie pie, angelcakes….
Sorry for the mess; your little honey bunny certainly likes to play rough, doesn’t she? I know there’s a brain inside that crash – helmet skull of yours, so I suggest you use it. I’ve “relocated” your fiancé to different quarters, where she will remain until your match tonight is over…<br> Torak bends down and picks something up – a scrappy piece of cloth. He sniffs it and recoils; the crowd guesses that it’s soaked in chloroform.
Don’t misunderstand me, Torak, I don’t want you to throw the match or go easy. All I want is for this match to take place fairly, with no interruptions – so no running to Ginger or anyone else. If you do anything other than go to your match and contest it in the manner that was agreed by the stipulation, it will not be at all pleasant for Cordelia, I promise you.
Got that? Good. Oh, and good luck….. you’re going to need it.
Yours cunningly, Alicia
Torak just stares at the wall for a long time; then, in a fit of rage he lifts up the remains of a coffee table and hurls it at the wall, shattering it into pieces. His body heaves with emotion, but Torak is stuck; seeing the St Elmo’s belt on the floor, Torak picks it up, and then wordlessly leaves the room as everyone wonders whether he will comply with the instructions he’s been given…..
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:42:49 GMT -5
Segment: A bolt from the blue (Credit: Ridley)
The scene moves to the interior of the Demon Pit. Ridley, in front of the full length mirror, carefully slides the end of the brush from the bottom of his right eye down the cheek, leaving a customary black streak. He seems oddly distracted tonight, and most of the viewers have a pretty good idea what's on Ridley's mind as he adds a streak to the opposite eye.
Ridley: Everything's going to be all right...gotta go beat Senator; I'm not going to get off easy this time...
Druid 2: M'lord?
The druid enters from the side, telephone in hand. He extends the object towards the Lord of Darkness.
Druid 2: You have a call.
Ridley: Ah, thank you. Dismissed.
As the druid scurries away, Ridley turns his attention to the phone, which he puts to his ear.
Ridley: Yes?.....ah, Maledict. (he sighs with relief) Good to hear from you. How's----
He abruptly stops in mid-sentence from whatever Maledict's telling him from over the phone. There's a long pause as Ridley's eyes slowly widen...his mouth opens slightly, but nothing comes out at first, until he finally forces one choked, hoarse word out...
Ridley: ......what?
Another pause, of silence, as Ridley leans back against the mirrored wall in disbelief. His knees give way almost immediately, and he sinks down to a seated position against the wall, gripping the phone with white-knuckled horror.
Ridley: What? How...how did---no....no, it's not possible. She couldn't have hemorrhaged during something like that, there's no way---oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.....
He drops the phone on the floor next to him, breathing frantically to the point of hyperventilation, ramming his nails into his forehead as, for the first time in ACW history, we see Ridley truly hysterical. He looks like he's about to burst into tears on the spot, but he can't; his rolled-back eyes simply stare in an empty, unfocused gaze as his breathing races off the scale.
Druid 2 (offscreen): M'lord? Your match is starting.
Ridley: Fuck...no, I can't focus on this right now. I...oh shit...I've got to...got to go out and beat.....DAMMIT!
He's up on his feet in a flash, roaring at fate for the hand it's dealt him.
Ridley: WHY, GODDAMMIT? Why now, why here, why HER? GYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
Ridley almost collapses again, falling to one knee and punching into the floor (which actually cracks the tile around his fist). There's a second of dry-heaving, and then Ridley suddenly looks up...apparently calm. While it's obvious that it's taking all his willpower to force out his next words, they come anyway.
Ridley: No. There will be time for this...later. For now...victory.....and then, sweet child....then I can lament.
As Ridley shoves the door open and half-walks half-stumbles, stunned, to the corridor, the camera pans to show Druid 2, outside the room, shaking his head.
Druid 2: Such are the times...the times that try men's souls.
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:44:00 GMT -5
Match 6: The Senator vs. Ridley (Credit: Wyvern)
The fans are just taking in the implications of what they’ve just seen, and the crowd quickly hushes, knowing what match is about to occur. Soon, the Titantron starts playing the familiar images of the Senator Steve Phillips, but the music is completely different. Instead of the usual presidential strains of “Hail to the Chief,” the theme from Rocky III, “Eye of the Tiger” plays, as the Senator comes out, without any of the usual fanfare, tickertape, or Capitalists, and a decidedly mixed crowd reaction. Many of the fans who usually boo their heads off at the man show some modicum of respect for his guts this time, and the special entrance also seems to have confused many people as well.
Phillip: Hailing from Washington D.C. and weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds, the master of the Filibuster, the Senator, Steve Phillips!
The Senator then reaches the ring, and calls for a microphone, with a determined, and almost strained look on his face…
The Senator: This is usually where I come out, call you fans ignorant, and rile up my opponent, but not tonight. Ridley, like everyone else I saw the last video segment before this match; I know you are going through personal problems. I will not delve into those, for I can not claim to know the depths of your pain, I only appeal to you to come out here, put the past aside, and give me your very best shot. No weapons, no cheap shots, just a fiercely fought fight, that’s what I came here for, and that’s what I expect tonight. I want to prove that I have what it takes to survive in the top ranks of ACW, but most of all, I want to give the historians something that they can look back on thirty years from and say that this match defined what wrestling should be all about. A showcase for the ages, if you will. Now, if we can get this started, I would appreciate it indeed, and that, my friend…is nothing but the truth.
The Senator starts stretching to warm-up for the match a little bit more. That is, until the lights go out in the arena…<br> Gong…<br> Gong…<br> “Puritania” by Dimmu Borgir hits, as the crowd goes wild…It’s hard to hear anything from the music and the crowd reaction, but Phillip does his best to introduce the infamous Lord of Hardcore.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama, Ridley!
The crowd continues to cheer the hardcore legend as he emerges from the back. However, the expression on his face is blank, obviously affected from the news he received prior to the start of the match. He heads down to the ring, seemingly devoid of any emotion, and the crowd appears to understand in a sense of what he must feel like. Nevertheless, they cheer him on, anxious as all hell to see these two men step into the ring. Ridley gets into the ring, and takes off his cape. He then heads to his corner, as the ref calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:45:14 GMT -5
Ridley and Senator move in towards each other, and lock up. Senator gets Ridley into an armbar, which he deftly rolls out of, and goes for a leg tackle, taking Senator down. He throws a few punches in, and locks up Senator with an ankle lock. Senator stays calm however, and knocks Ridley away with an enziguri of sorts. Senator gets up, and stares down Ridley for a moment. Senator quickly goes for a roundhouse kick to the right knee of Ridley, but Ridley captures him instead, and takes him down again, with a standard leg takedown. Ridley stomps on Senator a little bit, working him over, and trying to weaken him early on in this match. He picks him Senator, and hits a head and arm suplex. He then gets up, and tries to pick up Senator, but Senator manages to roll him into a small package. The ref counts. 1….kick out by Ridley, as Senator knows very well that it was only an effort to buy him sometime, rather than get an early win. Senator now moves in on Ridley, and starts working on him, nailing some blistering knife-edge chops to Ridley, sending him into a corner. Senator uses this to his advantage, with Muay-Thai kicks to the knees of Ridley, buckling him down. However, Senator’s stand doesn’t last too long, as Ridley fights back with punches, managing to fight himself from the corner. He stands to his feet and grapples with Senator. He slides behind him, and goes for a german suplex, but Senator elbows him, and slides behind him to attempt one of his own. Ridley doesn’t fall victim to this, as he spins out of the hold, and tries to sweep Senator off his feet, who manages to jump over the sweep and fire off a roundhouse kick aimed at Ridley’s face, which Ridley manages to duck. The two men stop for a moment and stare each other down, as the crowd cheers the display of the two men in the ring as of so far.
Senator once again makes the first move, as he moves in with an armwrench axe kick, striking Ridley in the shoulder region, and crumpling Ridley to his knees. Senator takes this opportunity to put Ridley in a crossface chicken wing hold, trying to wear down Ridley by stretching him. Ridley fights it for a while, and manages to get out via backing into the corner, after getting to his feet. Ridley pulls Senator in, and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. He moves in on Senator again, but this time, pulls him into a dragon sleeper. Senator’s motions start to become sluggish, as his oxygen supply starts to wane. Ridley applies even more pressure to the hold, and Senator appears to be out. However, as the ref starts to check him to see if he is out, Senator holds his arm up, and reaches blindly for a rope, in which he succeeds at doing so. As Ridley releases the hold, Senator gasps for a air like a man stricken with an asthma attack, and Ridley doesn’t allow Senator too much time to get ahold of himself, as he picks up Senator, and delivers an STO down to the mat. He takes a few seconds to breathe, and he grabs Senator, and grabs his legs. The crowd cheers loudly as he pulls Senator into a storm cradle driver, otherwise known outside of places like Wal-Mart as the Muthafuckin' 1-8-7. Senator doesn’t have time to think, instead he acts, using his free leg to kick Ridley in the previously weakened knee of Ridley. Senator takes Ridley and goes for a wristclutch brainbuster, but Ridley manages to shift his weight enough to avoid a sheer drop, and still manages to bridge himself from hitting the mat. He shifts his weight around, and twists Senator back up to a standing position, and goes for a DDT….no! Senator shifts it into a Northern Lights suplex! Ridley kicks out of it right away, and the two stare each other down yet again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:45:59 GMT -5
The crowd is enjoying this match whole-heartedly, seeing these two competitors wrestling with pure technique rather than over-the-top power moves. Ridley decides to make the move this time, kneeing Senator in the midsection, and he goes for a knee smash to the face. It connects, and Ridley follows it up with a double-underhook suplex. He picks up Senator, and goes for another one, but Senator manages to slip one of his hands free, and he spins Ridley into a full-nelson hold. He doesn’t stop there, dropping Ridley bulldog-style to the mat, completing the Liberalizer. He flips Ridley around, and pulls him into an elevated half crab, known as the Tax Cut. Ridley’s blank expression shoots a little bit of an expression of pain, but it’s temporary, as he pushes himself up, and rolls out of the hold. Senator stomps on him a bit, before picking him up, and pulling him in for another suplex. However, Ridley nails him in the mid-section with a knee, and goes for one of his own, as he spins around and hits a german suplex…but he’s not done. He hits a dragon suplex…and the crowd is roaring as he continues as he hits a tiger suplex, finishing the trifecta known as the Terzetto. He covers for a pin. 1…2…it’s not over yet, as Senator found the strength to kick out! The crowd can’t believe it! Ridley picks up Senator again, and whips him into the ropes, and hits a spinebuster on the rebound. He locks in a Texas Cloverleaf on Senator, whose consciousness is fading in and out like a strobe light. However, he continues to fight the pain inflicted upon him, and he crawls, dragging him and Ridley towards the ropes. A brief struggle gets Senator to a safe haven, as he reaches the rope to break the hold. As he gets up, he nails Ridley with some elbow shots to the head, surprising Ridley a little bit at the surge of energy. He then goes for the Shining Capital, but Ridley catches it, and hits a capture suplex!
Both men are currently down, winded for sure, as the match has gone on for sometime now. In other matches, it would seem that their arsenal would lead one to think they’ve wrestled for only a short time, but this is “pure” technical wrestling, which strives for quality, effective moves meant to weaken, not obliterate. The fans start cheering both men on, as they both rise to their feet after a few moments. Senator goes straight for Ridley with chops, and Ridley follows suit. Both men fight with the physical, maybe not emotional in the case of Ridley, of a man-eating bear. Senator utilizes a chance to get a snapmare in, and nail a soccer style kick to the back of Ridley, to an “ooh” from the crowd. However, this surge of pain only motivates Ridley, as he gets up shortly, and catches a kick from Senator, and launches one of his own. Senator grabs it, and Ridley quickly hits an enziguri. Both men lie on the mat once again, and they both shortly get back to their feet. Hunched over are both men, trying to think of how to get in the final blow that will seal the deal for the match. It appears both men have an epiphany at the same exact time, and oddly enough, as fate would have it, the same exact move, as they nail each other with a Yakuza kick right to the face, and both men collapse to the ground. Neither man seems to be able to get up, given the energy expended in the match so far. Both men get up after a few long moments, but as they get up, the bell rings. Neither man is caught being surprised by this, as the announcement is made.
Phillip: The match has exceeded its 30 minute limit, therefore the decision is a draw!
The crowd doesn’t really know what to think at first, but they burst into cheers over the great execution shown in the match. Senator and Ridley look each other in the eye, obviously not for the last time by any means. Ridley walks out of the ring and straight to the back, with his blank demeanor still in place, obviously affected by the news more than anyone could’ve thought possible. The Senator takes pride in the match he has had here tonight, knowing that sooner or later he will get in the ring with Ridley for another go, hoping the next time there will be a definitive winner. He heads backstage as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:46:55 GMT -5
Segment – Time to Prove (Credit: BK London)
As we come back from Ridley vs Senator, ACW Announcer Kevin Anderson is standing by with ACW Champion BK London. BK London is sporting his new “Playing By My Rules” Shirt as he stands next to Kevin with his ACW Championship on his shoulder.
Kevin: Well ACW Fans, I am standing here with ACW Champion, BK London. Now BK, you’ve just witnessed a great match between Senator and Ridley tonight, What are your thoughts on that match?
BK: Well I thought it was a great match, lots of back and forth actions and I commend both of their efforts in the ring. I mean those are two good in-ring technicians, but neither of them are better than me of course. I am the ACW Champion, I am the toughest person in ACW today….wait, I am the toughest person in ACW to date. Which is why I want to challenge Ridley again.
Kevin: Challenge Ridley?! Are you crazy ?!!
BK: How dare you call your champion crazy boy? You show respect for me. Now, the reason I am challenging Ridley is because he has been on my list of people to get revenge on for a while now. Ridley is nothing but a foul mouth, greasy, evil, long haired punk. I mean who does he think he is? He looks like a KISS reject. So Ridley, you vs me, one on one, on Meltdown this Thursday. But now, back to business.
Kevin: Yes, well, What do you think of your chances going into this high profile match such as this?
BK: Well Kevin, when I heard the match had been changed to a Three Strikes You’re Out Match, I have to admit I was surprised because I knew nothing about this match. But now I know I can beat RDK. You see RDK talks a lot of smack, I mean he is 20-something years old but he talks like a fucking 13 year old.
BK then takes the mic from Kevin and he pushes him out the way.
BK: RDK, tonight is Judgment Day for you, tonight I prove to everyone out there. Everyone in the back that I am the superior being between both of us. I will prove to everyone out their that I have no equal in this company, I will prove that I am above every single superstar in the business, that I am not only the ACW Champion, but that I am immortal. Kevin, are you familiar with the Bible?
Kevin(standing offscreen): Ye—<br> BK: Shut up Punk. You see before this match I memorized this little passage, one which in fact someone else has already made use of tonight, but I have made it my own, and mine is a hell of a lot better. “And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my reign. And you will know thy name is BK London, when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”<br> BK London drops the mic, his face a vision of rage, and walks off to get ready for his match.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:48:29 GMT -5
Match 7: Bob vs. Yoko Satoshi - 4 Corners of Pain (Credit: Ridley)
The fans are buzzing with interest as to the stipulations on this next match as “Stomp It To My Beat” hits, and Phillip announces Bob’s arrival.
Phillip: Now making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California…Bob Di’Las!
Bob looks pretty serious tonight compared to usual, but he still seems confident, having trained all week to participate in the chain match. He’s barely halfway into the ring before “Flower of Carnage” starts playing….and playing….
The songs, but Yoko doesn't show up. Bob looks to the referee in confusion, but he just shrugs. Finally, someone appears at the entrance; however, it isn't Yoko.
A couple of Pain Inc's druids are walking down the ramp, carrying a large tank of what appears to be lobsters. After some struggling, they manage to get it over the top rope, and set it down in one of the corners. Bob stares at them as they leave.
They retreat to the back, and re-emerge carrying a pane of glass. They carry it to the ring, and set it down in another corner. They exit again.
They appear once more, this time hauling a small wagon of various cacti. They sit them in a third corner and leave. Bob looks on in confusion.
Finally, Yoko Satoshi appears. She walks down to the ring, carrying a staplegun in one hand, a microphone in the other, and Mr. Floppy under her arm. She gets into the ring and walks to the only empty corner.
Bob: What's going on? Where are the chains?
Yoko: You didn't let me finish my sentence on Warfare. I didn't pick a chain match.
She sets the staplegun down on the mat, and sits Mr. Floppy on the turnbuckle. Bob looks at the staplegun, then spins looking at the other corners. He turns a sickly shade of white.
Bob: No..No, it's a chain match!
Yoko: Four Corners of Pain, Bob. Remember last time?
She tosses the microphone aside and smiles at him.
Bell Rings.
Yoko’s on Bob in a second, lighting him up with a miniature Violence Party of backhand and roundhouse chops to the point where she’s able to drive him back into a corner, dangerously close to the cactus bed. The match is barely ten seconds going, and it looks like already the blood’s going to start flowing as Yoko charges Bob in the corner---but Bob thinks fast and jukes left, causing Yoko to nearly shoulderblock the cactus bed. She skids to a halt just in time and wavers; Bob takes advantage by quickly backsliding her for a pin. The ref drops to count, but Yoko’s kicked out by the one-count, and she’s on her feet almost as fast as Bob is.
Bob catches Yoko’s lariat and, in a stunning display of athleticism, flies into a satellite headscissors, which quickly becomes a bridging variation of the La Magistrol cradle. The ref counts, and this time Bob gets two before Yoko kicks. Psyched beyond all belief now, Bob leaps up and rolls over Yoko (who’s on her hands and knees) into a crucifix pin. Again, she kicks out at two, and Bob’s strategy is beginning to become evident: he’s trying to keep her grounded and win the match as quickly as possible without letting his opponent get to any of the weaponry. By the time Yoko gets up, she’s obviously caught on as well, and Bob gets a nasty surprise when he tries for an inside cradle: she rolls through with it, lands on her feet, and hits a seated dropkick right to his chest, sending Bob side-rolling halfway across the ring. He doesn’t even get a chance to get up; Yoko drags him to his feet and hurls him bodily across the ring towards the glass pane leaning on the turnbuckle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:49:12 GMT -5
Showing amazing reaction time, Bob jumps up and straddles the pane by catching a foot on each of the middle ropes, avoiding what would certainly have been a painful smash. However, what he doesn’t escape is the waistlock that Yoko plants on him before delivering an impressive German suplex. Bob lands on his upper shoulders and bounces hard off the mat before sitting up, dazed. He probably shouldn’t have sat up, because he finds himself the recipient of five of Yoko’s patented spine kicks (on loan from Ridley, apparently), and his face contorts in all sorts of comical expressions of pain. However, as Yoko goes for a final kick, he dodges to the side and catches her leg before standing up into a Dragon Screw. Bob quickly hooks both legs, and the ref counts 1, 2---kickout.
It’s clear that Bob’s not going to be easily frustrated in his attempts to swiftly pin Yoko. He picks her up and carefully hoists her for a picture-perfect vertical suplex, but it falls apart as Yoko drops down behind him and pushes him forward----right at the cactus patch. Thinking fast, Bob grabs the top ropes, leaps high, and pushes himself backwards---only to be caught by the ready-to-capitalize Yoko, who hits a wheelbarrow facebuster drop. Right onto the cacti. Bob almost ricochets off the spine-covered plants, screeching loudly as he rolls across the canvas. Yoko stands up and gives him a look of annoyance before grabbing a potted baby saguaro and raking the needles across Bob’s forehead. Although the Dancemaster flails wildly at the pain, the needles aren’t sharp enough to make him bleed. Yoko shrugs, the damage done, and stands back, waiting for Bob to start rising. As he gets to one knee, she launches into the Pop From Okinawa, but he ducks, holding on to one leg, and shoves it to the side. Yoko spins, and Bob takes the opportunity to smack her on the ass as she twirls by him. A grin escapes him, and it quickly turns into a frantic scream as Yoko, now genuinely annoyed, spears him into a corner and plants four shoulder thrusts in his midsection, dropping him low. Looking around for a second, the Flower of Carnage finds the object designated for this corner: the staplegun. With a diabolical grin, Yoko grabs Bob’s shirt, holds it against his mouth, and the fans scream as the KA-TCHUNK from the staplegun leaves Bob’s shirt attached to his lower lip.
Yoko hops up on the top rope and beckons with both hands, inviting a cheer from the crowd, as Bob thrashes frantically and finally succeeds in separating his shirt and lip. He grabs the staplegun, now fired up as well, and when Yoko lands from the top and turns, she takes a kick to the gut and a snap DDT. Bob whips out a whole stack of St. Valentine’s Day cards, and begins stapling them to Yoko’s back with the staplegun, much to the delight of the crowd.
Bob: She loves me….*KA-TCHUNK*….she loves me not. *KA-TCHUNK* She loves me…*KA-TCHUNK* ….she loves me not. *KA-TCHUNK* She loves me...
This one goes right on Yoko’s forehead.
Bob: ….she loves me not.
Click. Clickclickclickclick. It’s out of staples. Bob is elated.
Bob: SHE LOVES ME!!! I’M THE MAN NOW, D---OHSHIT!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:50:17 GMT -5
The furious Yoko plants Bob with a vicious uppercut to the groin while storming back to a standing position. Without further ado, she slides behind Bob and gives him a German Suplex into the turnbuckle, causing him to land right on his head. This is disorienting enough, but Yoko’s going full steam now; she grabs the pane of glass from another corner and places it over Bob’s dizzied form before heading to the other side of the ring. Building up momentum, Yoko turns and dives forward into a running cannonball in the corner, Dan Maff style, which shatters the glass everywhere and draws a flurry of cheers from the fans. Bob’s cut rather badly, and Yoko’s a little sliced up herself, but it doesn’t stop her momentum. She “clubbers” Bob with a series of forearms, then snap suplexes him to the center of the ring and points at the lobster tank, drawing a huge pop from the crowd. It looks like the end is nigh for Bob as Yoko sets him up for a powerbomb, and with a heave, lifts him up for what looks like a running Ligerbomb into the tank. The fans scream as Yoko runs across the ring, murder evidently in mind---
---but Bob squirms out and drops down behind her. Before Yoko can react, he grabs her in an Electric Chair position and plants her with an Assault Driver onto the tank of lobsters, sending glass shards flying everywhere and flooding that side of the ring. The fans are torn between shouting in approval and horror, especially now that lobsters have escaped from the shattered tank and are hanging on to various parts of both combatants. Regardless of the pain in his extremities, Bob rolls over and throws an arm on Yoko; the crowd goes nuts for his victory, as the referee counts 1, 2, 3!
Oh wait. Yoko’s foot was on the ropes. There’s almost a tangible sigh of disappointment from the fans as Bob claws at his temples in disbelief. He drags Yoko away from the ropes and covers again; this time he barely makes it to two before the Flower of Carnage belts him in the face with a lobster. She slowly stands, somewhat groggy, as Bob’s making his way to his feet across the ring. Yoko’s got her back turned, and Bob sees his opportunity. He grabs a lobster of his own and rushes to get the advantage---but somehow, as if Mr. Floppy had warned her, Yoko hits a blind superkick right to her assailant’s chin out of nowhere. The fans voice their amazement as Bob falls back, dazed, and Yoko pounces him, raining down a hail of double-fisted mounted punches on Bob’s skull.
Both bloody, they roll for a second until Yoko resumes the punches, then gets an idea and locks a front chansorie choke on Bob while still mounted. She leans back, cinching in the choke, and drops a hip right on his solar plexus, knocking the air out of him. That’d be all well and good, except that she’s still got the chansorie on, and Bob can’t get anymore. His arms flail as he tries to dislodge himself, and he manages to roll the two of them, but Yoko rolls as well, and they only end up spinning in place before ending up in the exact same position. Bob’s limp by now, and the ref hoists his arm, letting it drop once….then twice….and there’s a hush in the air, waiting to see if Bob will “come alive” as his arm begins to fall the third time----
---nope.
Phillip: The winner of this match, by knockout…Yoko Satoshi!!!
With both participants bloody, Yoko rolls over to the ropes and grabs a microphone. Her opponent’s just coming around to the land of the living as Yoko, mic in hand, walks to the downed Bob.
Yoko: The deal was, if you won, I would date you. But if I won, you would leave me alone. I won.
The crowd boos.
Yoko: But...
She grabs Bob's hand and pulls him up.
Yoko: After all of the effort you put into trying to date me, sure. Name the day, and I will go out with you.
Bob smiles in shock, and nods. He then falls back down, extremely battered and tired. Yoko drops the microphone, takes Mr. Floppy, and exits as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:50:56 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet….and Sour (Credit: Yoko)
After a quick break the show resumes; Yoko Satoshi is heading back to the Demon Pit after her match, when she sees BK London blocking her path, with one hand behind his back. She holds Mr. Floppy tightly against herself and slowly approaches him.
BK: Good evening, Yoko.
Yoko: Please just let us go by...No mischief this time.
BK: Actually, I have something important to talk to you about.
He reveals his arm, he's holding a heart shaped box.
BK: I'm really sorry about all the trouble I've put you through. I know you had a crush on me a while back and everything, I guess I was a real jerk. I figured you like chocolate-
Yoko: I love chocolate...
BK: Well, see, I was right. I figured you like chocolate, and decided to apologize. I don't know if you still like me or not, because of the Bob thing, but Happy Late Valentine's Day.
He hands over the box to her, smiles, and walks past her.
She stands there for a long while, blushing heavily. She finally comes to her senses, and begins walking again. She opens the box to get a piece of chocolate, but finds it empty except for a small slip of paper. She lifts it and turns it over, and reads the only word written on it.
Sucker.
She immediately drops the box to the ground, and turns around to see if BK is still watching. He's nowhere to be seen. She turns back, and with her head hung low, she walks back to the Demon Pit.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:51:54 GMT -5
Segment: International Renown (Credit: TNT)
The camera roams backstage and goes to the locker room of the Corporate Alliance...BK seems to be hyped for his match as he’s pacing throughout the room, having literally just got in thedoor after his trick on Yoko, while TNT is laying on the couch with his feet on the table with the International Title on his shoulder.
Ginger: This is a night for Corporate Alliance...I'm counting on both of you to keep the International Title and the World Title for the group. I have complete confidence that both of you will retain. So relax, you guys got this one in the bag.....I mean who’s going to win the battle royal that can beat T-N-T?
TNT: No one, Boss, I mean, who in the HELL, would beat me?! FSX?! BOB?! WILL ANGER?! Pffftt.....
TNT Stands up.
TNT: What, Bob?! The breakdancing 5th grader from hell?! FSX, some freeeeeeak and Will Anger, who seems to have a problem with his temper....What can these juniors do?! huh?! Bob, spinning around on his lil wave cap shit or some k-rap crap, and dancing around like this is a techno club. What the fuck?! This is wrestling people, we don't need Jackasses like him. And plus, I've whooped his ass enough already...
The Crowd Boos.
TNT: FSX?! Its bobby's gay friend, and this guy looks like he’s in the 5th grade himself!! New student!! In the class, of Getting your ass whooped by TNT!! If he thinks he can win this one, its gonna be over like that (Snaps fingers) So who cares about his history in other federations. I've won as many titles as he has!! Even more.....I was the future, I am the the future, I'm the real Fuckin Deal...and I am the Explosive phenom, and No ONE!!! Will get this (he slaps belt) I've proven time and time, that I can hold this title.....But then it brings us on to Will Anger, Former.....uh....Former...Junior? Champ? is that right? yeah? well lemme tell ya something junior....If you ever get in my face with an attitude like you goin’ to do something Pleeeeeeeease let me know, so I can prepare to hold in my laughter...cause I know how you react..."HELLO, ME ANGRYYYY!!”
TNT sticks out his tongue mocking Anger.
TNT: Pathetic....I’m not even goin’ to waste breath on any of the other losers in this match. All of you, after that battle Royal is over...You'll have a chance to almost...touch greatness...yes…this International belt...but you'll be trying to beat greatness itself...and that is...T-N-T!!! And after I retain against the unlucky bastard who wins the battle royal, I know that I can count on BK over here....to retain the ACW World Heavyweight Title.....over that son of a bitch R-D-K. You got this one BK…
He gives BK a handshake and slaps the World title belt.
TNT: You'll annihilate him BK, don't worry...
BK: You're damn right TNT!! I will annihilate him, like you could've done, if you weren’t so distracted....I mean tonight I will make history, and that will be beating RDK, and ending his legacy, as ever being a top contender, and being a main event....because....because...TNT....We're the main events!!! You and me!! The Corporate Alliance are the Main Events in this business...I mean we have BK...ACW world Heavyweight Champion, I’m basically a damn Legend!
Crowd Boos.
BK: Then WE have TNT, the Wave of the Future....whom is almost unstoppable, and is the International Champion, and of course we have the higher power, and that is Chairman Gingerdude.
At this point all of the Corporate Alliance is hyped up and the Chairman is very happy to see this.
BK: Tonight.....The Corporate Alliance will rule all...and set ourselves in history as the best in the world today.....
The scene fades out to the Alliance’s laughter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:53:02 GMT -5
Segment: Cordelia’s Peril
The next scene opens with a strangely dark and fuzzy shot. The camera judders and pulls back, and gradually an image resolves itself – the fans become quiet as they recognize the person in it.
Cordelia is just starting to come around from the effects of being drugged; she is lying on an uncovered concrete floor, and her ankles and wrists are shackled behind her so that her movement is severely restricted. As she opens her eyes the inevitable tirade starts.
Cordelia: KITSUNE! You conniving little bitch, get-
Cordelia suddenly shuts up and goes incredibly pale. She’s looking at something on the wall above her, and she glances fearfully all around before her eyes return to that same wall.
The camera moves back much further and now the fans can tell that it’s a fixed unit mounted high on a wall of the space. As everyone takes in the view they realize that they’ve seen this place many times – the dark walls, the single flickering torch for illumination…..
……and a now empty sarcophagus, still in its place on one side. There’s a small collective intake of breath, and the camera swivels round and refocuses so that those watching can see what Cordelia is staring at.
It’s more writing, in that same red ink.
Cordelia,
It’s payback time.
I’m certain you know where you are, and I suggest you be as silent as a loudmouth like you can be. On the other side of that door are people who won’t hesitate to tear you limb from limb, and that’s if they’re in a good mood……
But you’re in luck, because the room you’re in is almost never used now Ridley’s vacated it. If you stay quiet and still you’ll be safe until I come to get you out, once Latino and Torak’s match has finished. But… if Torak or anyone else tries anything stupid, well…..look behind you……
The camera swings, and shows a digital alarm clock fixed to the wall. An antenna is sticking out where it’s been modified to receive signals from afar. Once everyone’s got a good look at this the camera returns to the first wall.
I can trigger off the alarm in less than a second, Cordelia. So you’d better hope that Torak does as he’s told and plays nice tonight….. otherwise, it’ll be the druids who have all the fun….
Alicia
The camera turns back on to Cordelia, who is struggling with the restraints but to no avail. The metal clanks on the floor and Cordelia looks incredibly angry, but then the camera mic picks up the sound of footsteps on the outside, getting closer. Cordelia freezes, barely even daring to breathe, and though the footsteps get very close they move away again. Cordelia relaxes her muscles, and a single tear slides down her cheek – she’s deeply afraid, and the camera catches this look of terror in the last moments before it cuts off, and the scene abruptly fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:54:04 GMT -5
Match 8: International Title #1 contender Battle Royale
The fans are still trying to get their breath back after the tremendous match and the other developments they’ve just witnessed; the show is ready to move on, however, the debris has been cleared, and Philip’s on had to introduce the competitors in the International Title Battle Royale.
Philip: This is one of ACW’s famous Battle Royales, and the winner earns the right to face the International Champion TNT later in the show. Introducing first, from Blackpool, England……..the Rookie Monster Danny Richards!
”Lamb of God” hits, and Rookie emerges into the arena to a chorus of boos. He shrugs off the crowd’s reaction; he’s in top condition and could well be the dark horse of this particular match, having proved he can take on ACW’s finest on several occasions.
Then as Rookie enters the ring, the music changes and “Vater Unser” brings out a loud pop from the fans.
Philip: Next, from the Vatican City, a member of the NOA.…..Michael Kross!
Kross proceeds to the ring in a stately manner, blessing the crowd as he does so. He removes his extraneous items of clothing and steps into the ring to calmly wait for the rest of the field.
Philip: The third participant, part of the Senatorial Stable…..Will Anger!
The fans start booing again as Anger heads out into the lights of the arena – he’s fresh and ready to put on a big performance tonight. Anger ignores the crowd and gets to the ring quickly – on entering he paces around and glares at the other two men, clearly intent on making his presence felt.
The music shifts again into “Mission Impossible II” and the fans are surprised as Daredevil walks out, battered and bruised but now more determined than ever to prove himself.
Philip: From Cardiff, Wales…….Daredevil!
The fans give Daredevil lots of support, and he raises his arms to them, even climbing on to the second rope once in the ring. This won’t be an easy task ahead of him, however; having given his all in the tag match it’s unclear just how good his powers of recovery will be.
Philip: Presenting next, a member of the NOA…..Amo the Great!
”Personal Jesus” announces Amo’s arrival, and he walks out with Vincent at his side. Amo acknowledges the crowd until he reaches the ring, and then Vincent gives him a couple of words of encouragement before Amo enters.
The ring’s getting quite crowded, but the participants keep coming; next, “Boldly Going Nowhere” rings out over the arena and the fans make themselves heard as a determined – looking FallenSouls stalks out into the spotlights.
Philip: The sixth entrant……from Soul Universe, Korea and a member of the Senatorial Stable…….Fallensouls!
FSX flips off the fans as he approaches the ring; he enters, and gives a pointed look to Anger as well as to the other competitors.
The lights dim down and the fans start cheering as they hear “Stomp it to my beat” for the second time.
Philip: From Los Angeles California, part of the NOA….Bob Di’las!
The fans applaud Bob’s courage, but they are also rather concerned that he may be biting off more than he can chew. All the injuries from his match with Yoko are still in evidence, the medics having had very little time to patch him up – but Bob seems determined to do his best, even if his chances are slim.
Then, “Thunderstruck” blasts into life, and the fans start to boo with considerable force as the new Lightweight Champion enters for his second match of the night.
Philip: And last but by no means least, the ACW Lightweight Champion and part of the Senatorial Stable…..Hunter!
Hunter walks out with his belt on his shoulder and a broad smile on his face; he’s still on a high from his win earlier in the evening. Like several other competitors, however, he’s expended a great deal of energy to reach this point, and a question mark hangs over how much he’s got left in the tank.
With the ring now crowded, the referee takes Hunter’s belt and passes it out of the ring as Philip takes his leave. The crowd surges with sound, and the referee waves to the timekeeper giving the all – clear for the match to get underway.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:55:02 GMT -5
In the first few moments the scene is reminiscent of one that might be seen on the African plains….and it’s the two big bulls of the group that immediately seek each other out. Amo and Rookie thunder across the ring toward one another, and start exchanging brain – rattling punches; the rest of the group also throw themselves into the action, and with so much going on the camera has to keep shifting in order to keep up with all the different battles. In a corner Hunter has Kross against the ropes and is kicking him in the gut, but Kross battles back and stuns Hunter with a throat thrust before executing a swift Tornado DDT. The shot cuts from the aftermath of this straight to where DD is wasting absolutely no time in Stunt – Bombing Bob and then trying to punt him over the top rope. As he’s doing this Will Anger sees a chance at a quick elimination and decides to help out, however FSX is in a far less charitable mood and he rushes in to attempt an unprecedented triple elimination. It all gets rather confused though as DD and Anger both turn their attentions to FSX, Anger clearly too annoyed to worry about stable loyalties at this time. The triple scrap gives Bob a chance to get away, and seeing Amo taking lots of punishment he rushes over and hits Rookie with a dropkick to the back. It doesn’t do all that much damage but Amo takes advantage, lifting Rookie up and delivering his powerbomb with quick pose that makes the crowd cheer heartily. On the outside Vincent calls to his brother, urging him to get rid over Rookie while he has the chance – Amo liftd Rookie up quickly on to his shoulders, but as he throws him to the outside Rookie stays calm and grabs the top rope, demonstrating enormous strength in being able to support himself.
Bob and Amo don’t give up – they start attacking Rookie before he can get his feet fully to the apron, but then they’re charged from behind from the regrouped Senatorial contingent who have at last started to pull together as a team. It’s chaos at one side of the ring, and only DD and Kross are left uninvolved…. but not for long. Glancing at one another they back up a little, and the crowd screams with delight as Kross and DD run forward, grab the first person whom they encounter, and pull off a powerful double suplex. It’s FSX who takes the damage; fuming, he kips up and starts taking the fight to the two other men, using all the power he has in both fists and feet. DD takes a Soul Transfer, and FSX jumps up quickly from this to go for the Silence Scissor Kick on Kross. Kross, however, rolls out of the way forcing FSX to abandon the move attempt. The various competitors have spread across the ring once more, and Hunter, seeing his old tag foe DD picking himself up, closes in to take advantage – DD defends himself, but Hunter has the upper hand and he shows off the Shotgun for a second time. Now confident that the hard work’s done, Hunter lifts up DD and takes a run toward the ropes to hurl him over – he hasn’t however, been watching the rest of the field closely, and out of the melee steps Rookie. Hunter collides with the big man; DD is sent over the top of Rookie’s head and rolls, to the very edge of the ring….but he just about manages to grab the bottom rope. He stays clinging to it as Rookie, taking advantage of Hunter’s tiredness and new lighter frame, hits Hunter with a mighty uppercut and then chokeslams him over the top rope to the outside.
Philip: Hunter has been eliminated!
Hunter is beside himself with rage at being the first man out, but as officials usher him to the back he is consoled by the cool feel of the lightweight title’s metal badge; he will leave with gold tonight, and that’s his #1 priority. Back in the ring, the speed and power of Rookie’s intervention hasn’t been lost on the other competitors, in particular FSX and Anger. Promptly declaring Rookie to be priority one they launch themselves into a 2 pronged attack, forcing Rookie back to the ropes; Rookie has to work hard to contain them but he makes things a little easier by whipping FSX across the ring where he accidentally ploughs into the NoA contingent who are doing their best to corner DD and eliminate him. The effect is rather like a bowling ball hitting pins, and some of the fans shout “Strike!” as the stablemates try to untangle themselves. DD crawls out and grabs a few seconds to recover as the others do the same; Bob is the first of the NoA group to rise, and though he’s probably in worse condition than anyone else he can sense that DD is also running out of steam. The two men close and grapple, and Bob manages to execute a DDT; it’s a real struggle, but Bob heaves and pushes and just about gets Daredevil over the top rope. DD gets his feet to the apron but now he’s on the outside, and the pair continue to fight. DD gets a break and rakes Bob across the eyes, and then DD sees a new threat – he makes a dive for safety through the ropes as Kross hurtles forward and clotheslines Bob from behind. With his reactions dulled by fatigue, Bob makes a grab for the top rope but it slips from his grasp, and he ends up on the outside mats seeing stars.
Philip: Bob has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 26, 2005 15:57:24 GMT -5
Bob is a little surprised as he picks himself up and sees who eliminated him; Kross evidently meant exactly what he said earlier. His moment of satisfaction, however, is short lived, as now Rookie’s on his case, and Kross has to employ all his speed and skill to weave amongst the other competitors and lead Rookie a merry dance around the ring. After the previous collision FSX and Amo have differences to settle – Amo is using his boxing heritage to the full and battering FSX mercilessly, but FSX is one tough cookie and he shows off his own colossal power by suplexing Amo into the centre of the ring. Insult is added to injury when, out of nowhere, Daredevil uses a rare moonsault from the corner to crash down on Amo; the fans are amazed at just how much DD has found to put into this match. FSX, like Bob before him, thinks that DD must be a soft target now, and he picks up DD with the intention of slamming him down on Amo once again. Amo protects himself by lifting up his legs but this is very bad news for DD, who cries out as his stomach is driven against Amo’s “awesome” knees. Smirking, FSX lets DD get up on his own, and Anger prevents Amo from taking advantage of either man. As Anger and Amo battle DD staggers, and FSX waits for the perfect moment until he’s close to the ropes. FSX whips DD right across the ring and DD rockets back – just in time for FSX to lift him into a back body drop. DD goes incredibly high in the air, and the reason for this is revealed as FSX takes a deep breath and leaps upward, hitting a dropkick to DD as he descends that sends him horizontally outward and brings him down out of range of the ropes so that he can do nothing to save himself.
Philip: Daredevil has been eliminated!
It has been a bitter night for Daredevil, but as he heads to the back the crowd show their appreciation with one of the biggest cheers of the night. The field is down to five, and as the camera returns to the action it finds Amo and Kross engaged in a stable vs stable brawl. Into this conflict storms the fifth competitor – Rookie has a free choice of whom to engage, and having already disposed of one of the Senatorial party he knocks down the other two with a massive double clothesline. Kross and Amo try to take advantage but Rookie repeats the trick on them, and now the fans are shouting their heads off as Rookie goes about stamping his authority on the match in deeply impressive style. The response from the rest of the superstars is immediate – Rookie finds himself surrounded and now even the ultra – confident Rookie Monster is facing a very difficult situation. The melee moves toward a corner and it looks as if Rookie’s made a bad mistake, but in the heat of battle things are not always back and white. Keen to score an elimination, Anger gets to the front and starts kicking Rookie, his flying feet a brief reminder of his luchadore past; so great is the intensity of his rage, however, that he mis – times a roundhose kick and cloobers FSX, who’s slipped out of the ring on to the apron and is trying to pull Rookie over the top from behind. FSX ever so nearly falls off, and he almost throttles Rookie as he grabs on to his neck to prevent himself crashing out of the match; FSX is furious, and Amo and Kross wisely back off as FSX climbs up on to the post and kicks Rookie in the back of the head, sending him down on to his hands and knees. FSX yells at Anger, who’s by now a ball of uncontrolled rage; the crowd gasps as Anger charges and uses Rookie as a step – up into a suicidal attack on FSX. But as Anger takes flight FSX drops; he uses the corner ropes to hit a split – legged moonsault, and Anger passes clean over his head and flies out over the post, colliding with the guardrail as FSX crashes down on to Rookie, flattening him.
Philip: Will Anger has been eliminated!
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