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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:21:03 GMT -5
Segment: An answer at last (Credit: Yoko)
As Yoko reaches her locker room, she sees Scarlet waiting at the door. Yoko immediately hugs her tightly. Then she backs away from her, blushing.
Yoko: ...Hey. I missed you.
Scarlet: I missed you, too. I was really worried. I thought I would never see you again, after the Elias thing happened.
Yoko: I know, I thought I wouldn't see you again either. I was on my way to find you when it happened.
Scarlet steps closer to Yoko.
Scarlet: I never got to give you my answer to your question. I know it's been killing you. I've had plenty of time to think about it, and...
Yoko: And?
Scarlet embraces Yoko very suddenly, and kisses her on the lips. Yoko is surprised, but doesn't fight it. After a few seconds, Scarlet breaks the kiss.
Scarlet: And...I love you.
Yoko: I love you too, Sarin.
They hug again.
Yoko: This makes me so happy!
Scarlet: It was a hard decision, but I'm following my heart.
Yoko: I'm so glad. But hey, I need to get on my computer and talk to Yuki, and then get ready for my match. Do you want to stay with me? I feel like my locker room is your locker room.
Scarlet: Of course!
They enter Yoko's locker room, together.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:21:34 GMT -5
Segment: Solo Mission (Credit: BK)
Ginger: You've all got your orders correct?!
The scene fades in from black and shows Bruce, Tyrone, and Daniel Ness all standing in a straight line as Ginger walks back and forth in front of them like a drill sergeant. He looks at Daniel Ness and begins to fix the collar of his shirt, he then walks down to Tyrone and asks to see his hands and its clean, he then walks down to Bruce and asks to see his hands but he refuses. Ginger stomps on the foot of Bruce and Bruce, by instinct removes his hands from around his back to show that they are dirty.
Ginger: No more, pre-PPV activities for you. Anywhoo, tonight you are all to interfere in the BK London versus Angelo match tonight. Before this night is over I better not see Angelo as International Champion or else I will have all your heads.
At that very moment BK London, enters the room with a very puzzled look on his face.
BK: Did I just hear what I think I heard?
Ginger: Uhhh..no.
BK: Listen Ginger, I have told you a thousand times over the week. I don't want any of you interfering in my match with Angelo tonight!
Ginger: Why the hell not?!
BK: I am going to finish the job, by MYSELF. I am going to win the International Title, by MYSELF and I will become the first ever ACW Triple Crown Champion, by MYSELF. And I don't want any of you coming down to the ring unless it is completely necessary. Ginger: *groans* Fine! But I will not accept anything less than you winning, in fact, if you do not win tonight I’ll dock half of your pay.
BK: I am going to become International Champion tonight, and the whole world will witness it. Last year I became Entertainment Champion at Heatwave and tonight history will repeat itself...well kinda...the point is I will win though. Be'lee dat playa..
Ginger: Still looking for a catchphrase?
BK: Yeah, how was that?
Ginger: Try again.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:22:16 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Entertainment Title Match Kudo vs. Hitman of the Gods (Credit: Latino / AK; Ending events credit: Kudo)
The crowd is a little restless as the shot returns to the arena; they quickly settle when they see Philip pick up his mic and head for the ring steps.
Philip: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first, the challenger - from Mount Olympus weighing in at 520 lbs at a height of 8’1, The Hitman of the Gods!!
"I Love It Loud" by KISS starts playing as Hitman walks down to the entranceway. He towers above the fans due to his great height and size, leaving them speechless. The fans start cheering more and more as he walks up the steps. He steps over the top rope and raises his arm to the crowd as they keep cheering more and more.
Phillip: And the ACW Entertainment Champion…from Kyoto, Japan weighing in at 222 lbs at a height of 5’9...Mr. K. O…Kudo Yasuda!!
The arena lights dim and then flash periodically with the beat of “Poison” until a small pyro explosion occurs and the lights come back on with Kudo at the top walking down the ramp. The fans give him a pop as he walks down to the ring, the spotlight follows Kudo down the ramp as his title glimmers. He walks up the steps and jumps over the top rope, looking up at his opponent. Kudo walks over to the center in ring as he is more than ready for the match.
The Bell Rings.
Just as the bell rings, Kudo doesn’t hesitate to start throwing punches at his opponent. Hitman blocks the punches and moves back a few steps until he charges with a clothesline knocking down the champion. He bends over and picks up Kudo with both arms. Lifting him up and down a few times Hitman throws down Kudo back onto the mat. Kudo rolls over and starts to get up. Hitman comes from behind and kicks him in the back of the head knocking him out of the ring. He steps over the ropes and stands at the apron. Looking around to the crowd he jumps off with an axe handle smash but Kudo returns with a high angle dropkick. Both men hit the ground hard and the referee is already starting his count. As the referee gets to Four, Kudo and Hitman hear the slow clapping of someone. Kudo looks over and the camera catches an angry look on his face. The camera moves back and reveals that it’s Fallen Souls. He gets up and yells a bit at Fallen Souls but turns his attention towards Hitman as he also gets up. Both men start throwing punches and Kudo ducks a punch and gives him one clothesline. Hitman goes back a few steps and Kudo gives him another clothesline and then he grabs his arm and whips him straight into the steel post. Kudo rolls him back in the ring and follows along, giving Fallen a quick look of anger back.
Kudo goes for the cover but suddenly a loud noise comes from the alphatron. Kudo and the referee look over and sees a shadowy figure walk across the screen, and the phrase “The Gods are watching” appears; Hitman rolls over and looks over as well with a look of shock but also understanding as he reads the words. Kudo doesn’t see the huge forearm coming at him; Hitman bats him away as if he were nothing, and rolls back to his feet. He picks up Kudo and slams him down, making the whole ring vibrate. The crowd yells out, and Hitman goes for a crushing splash, but Kudo manages to get out of the way in the nick of time. Hitman takes the impact himself, and groans; Kudo sees an opportunity, and starts to stamp on Hitman’s knee, trying to compromise the big man’s mobility. Sensing the danger, Hitman gets up as quickly as his large frame will allow; he throws a punch at Kudo, who ducks out of the way just in time. The situation hangs in the balance for about 45 seconds – Kudo keeps working on the knees and gets in a few stiff kicks, but Hitman keeps moving, and when he eventually connects with a swing, Kudo’s head almost rotates 180 degrees. Immediately, Hitman grabs Kudo and goes for a chokeslam, but Kudo fights back, lifting both his feet and booting Hitman in his gut. The impact takes the Hitman off balance, and he crashes to the mat; Kudo is released, and he goes for the legs again, twisting Hitman’s leg at a bad angle. Hitman grimaces in pain, but then the Alphatron flickers and shows the silhouette again, followed by the legend “Failure is not an Option”. The crowd is as mystified as before, and the effect on Hitman is the same; he sits up, and thrashes until Kudo is forced to let him go.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:23:12 GMT -5
Energized again, Hitman grabs on to Kudo and throws him into the corner; he uses his immense power to pummel Kudo over and over until the Entertainment Champion is having trouble standing. Realizing that he’s in trouble, Kudo puts all the power he can muster into another knee kick, and Hitman is distracted long enough for Kudo to slip out through the ropes. Since the Hitman’s too big to use a jumping move to the outside, Kudo buys himself a little recovery time; but FSX minimizes this by moving around the ring toward Kudo. The referee warns FSX against doing anything foolish; Kudo puts on a burst of speed and rushes to the next corner, past FSX, and climbs up it. Hitman dashes over and makes a grab for Kudo, but Kudo pulls off a missile dropkick at the last second, and the Hitman staggers, holding his head. Kudo smiles, and attempts to fell his foe by taking his legs out from under him, but the alphatron is alive again, and through his fingers Hitman sees the words “You have the power to end it” burning brightly for a second before fading along with the silhouette. Inspired, Hitman falls to a knee under Kudo’s attack, but then lashes out at arm height and connects with the side of Kudo’s head. Kudo stumbles sideways, and Hitman picks him up; he delivers the first of three powerbombs, but Kudo thrashes free before he can perform the second, and backs away. The crowd is engrossed in the match, and the fans wonder how on earth Kudo can possibly overcome an opponent so much bigger than him; it’s a question which is also exercising Kudo himself, but as he gets up, a smile crosses his face.
Kudo hurries to the corner; Hitman follows, and Kudo just barely dodges a mighty forearm blow, kicking Hitman in the head. For a second it looks as if Kudo will fall, but then he regains his balance, and as a groggy Hitman struggles to stay on his feet, Kudo reaches out and applies his Dragon sleeper. Committing fully to the move, he adds the leg lock; Hitman staggers forward a couple of paces and tries to shake Kudo off, but Kudo absolutely will not be moved. Even though very little is actually happening in the ring, the crowd are entranced; it is a battle of pure will, and as one minute becomes two, the lack of oxygen starts to bite. Hitman wavers a little, and his weakened knee starts to give out; he sinks slowly on to one knee, and Kudo’s eyes light up with the thrill of success as he increases the pressure even more. But then the lights in the arena flicker, and the alphatron displays the strange silhouette; the words “The Gods have Spoken” appear, and Hitman gazes at them for a few seconds before inclining his head forward so that with his semi – kneeling posture, it looks like a pledge of allegiance. Then, to everyone’s amazement, he starts to rise; it takes him a couple of attempts, but he succeeds in getting back to his feet. He looks around him, as if in a dream, and then lets himself fall backward without making any attempt to cushion his fall – a very hard skill to master. Kudo gets no warning, and gets caught between ring and foe; the ref slides in and counts, and it takes all of Kudo strength to get his shoulder up. Looking angry with himself, Kudo has to abandon the Blackout; Hitman has endured it for over 3 minutes. Both men are now eager to secure victory as quickly as possible, and it shows in their movements and expressions. Kudo goes for yet another set of sharp, accurate leg kicks to Hitman’s kneecap forcing him to buckle and finally let out some groans of pain. At the final kick, Hitman manages to grab hold of Kudo’s leg and throw it with force the opposite way. This causes an unintentional roundhouse kick to the ref which knocks him out onto the corner of the mat at the same time as Kudo. Hitman, collects himself but grabs hold of the ropes for support after taking in the damage Kudo inflicted on his knees the entire duration of the match. Just then another video message appears and the dark figure, Hitman’s guardian voice speaks seemingly louder this time,
“…….you MUST eliminate the greater evil………”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:25:21 GMT -5
The message gives Hitman another confidence boost and his knees appear to not be bothering him anymore as he raises his arms in the air and looks up at the ceiling of the arena. He then lifts Kudo up and sets him for the Wrath of the Gods! Hitman brings Kudo up and drops him for the first powerbomb in the series, still holding onto Kudo’s legs to lift for the second. Just then the guardian comes back onto the Alphatron screen and says again,
“…….you MUST eliminate the greater evil……… But you are in the ring with the wrong opponent…”
The fans are confused but not as much as Hitman is. He still has Kudo in the powerbomb pinning position, but his eyes are focused on the screen for an explanation. He gets it, when the dark figure suddenly comes to light, the voice of the guardian has finally been assigned a face, and it is none other than…
…
F-S-X!!!!
The fans give a loud pop as a mixed reaction and Hitman is still confused as ever, looking for some sort of clarification.
(in FSX’s normal voice)“Did you really think a golem like you could handle the task of taking down the Entertainment Champion?!”
Hitman furiously stares at FSX at ringside who is now sadistically grinning at him and shaking his head in pity. Hitman realizes he still has Kudo in the powerbomb pinning position but it’s too late. Kudo has gained enough time to catch a second wind and unleash a blast of poison mist onto Hitman’s eyes. He immediately releases the hold and tends to the stinging in his eyes as he backs into the center of the ring, vulnerable with his knees breaking down again and finally falling down on one knee. Kudo kips back up and raises 4 fingers into the air.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: He’s signaling for the 4th move! Maxwell McNally: Hitman is defenseless in this state!
Kudo backs up into a corner turnbuckle and energetically runs up to Hitman and with everything he’s got, delivers a powerful running dropkick to Hitman’s torso, astonishingly sending the heavyset man flying back into the opposite turnbuckle!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What the HELL?!! Maxwell McNally: Just received word again, Kudo’s 4th move, that powerful running dropkick is called the John Woo!!!
Kudo’s adrenaline rush has died out with this move and both men are collapsed as well as the ref, as the fans erupt at the amazing sight they just witnessed. The fans playfully count for the ref as both competitors’ shoulders are down.
1!!!!!
2!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!
By 4, all three men are slowly getting to their feet. The focus of keeping the Entertainment title has been enough motivation for Kudo to struggle back to a semi standing position but ends up leaning on the turnbuckles. Hitman’s anger is enough to pull him back to his own standing position. The ref is also back on his knees and shaking his head, still a little buzzed after the nasty head shot he took. Before the ref can fully get back up, Kudo runs across his back and is now able to leap high enough to nail a Yakuza Knee strike across Hitman’s skull!!! Hitman collapses like a tree as Kudo pulls himself over the toppled giant, glad that his body did not reach any ropes for a break. The ref, still dazed after being used for Kudo’s step up, begins the count.
1…..
2…….
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3!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings and the fans cheer and clap enthusiastically at the Yakuza knee off the referee’s back spot, but it slowly starts to turn to boos as they see FSX grab the Entertainment belt from the announcers hand and hand it to Kudo.
Philip: And the winner of this match, and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion, Kudo!!!!!!!!
Kudo and FSX make their way back up the ramp together and when they reach the top then turn around and both men raise their belts into the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd and then head to the back.
Hitman is being given some treatment for his eyes in the ring from the mist but he refuses it and storms back up the ramp himself, clearly limping, still trying to make sense of what just happened.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: David has toppled Goliath! And that’s only if you considered Kudo to be the underdog in this match! Maxwell McNally: It’s clear that Kudo has made it known that he isn’t to be taken lightly, but what can be made of this alliance between FSX and Kudo? Or is it too soon to tell just exactly what went down here. “Fast” Eddie Edison: a DAAAAANGERRRROUSSS combination indeeeeeeed!
-Fade out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:26:01 GMT -5
Segment: Unhappily Ever After (Credit: Rena)
The camera opens to the ring, where a red carpet has been laid out all the way to the ring. The ropes have been removed, and lovely white stairs lead up to where Senator Steve Phillips stands. He is wearing a nice-fitting tux, a flower in one hand, and wiping nothingness off his outfit with nerves coursing through his body. Flowers and ornaments are carefully laid out around the ring, giving off a lovely romantic aroma. He smiles and is passed a microphone.
Steve: Welcome everyone. First of all, I would like to ask that Rena Matheson comes out to the ring.
Her music hits, and Rena appears in a lovely lilac evening gown, her hair placed up in a interesting up-do. She smiled, and shyly stepped down the red carpet and up the stairs, placing herself in front of Steve. He smiled and kissed her cheek, moving the mic back to his mouth.
Steve: I bet you are wondering why I brought you out here… and in this commotion. I just wanted to tell you how much I have fallen in love with you in the past months we have been together. I know I haven’t always been there for you when you needed me most…but I swear for the rest of my days I will always be there for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so…
He bent down on one knee, and grabbed a large box out of his jacket pocket. She blushed and moved her face away, then back to meet his eyes.
Steve: Rena Matheson, will you marry me?
The crowd obviously pops, and Steve places the microphone in Rena’s hand to hear her reply. She smiled, a few tears falling down her face. She nodded and screamed into the mic.
Rena: OF COURSE I WILL! I love you!
He placed the ring on her finger and jumped up to hug her. They kissed over and over, and he finally set her down. She laughed and moved towards all the different decorations surrounding the ring. Steve was facing the crowd when Rena picked up the vase of flowers to smell the beauty. She smiled and sighed, then moved towards Steve with the vase. With his back still towards her she tapped him on the shoulder so he could admire the beauty of the flowers he picked just for her…
…Then she smashed the vase over his head. In pieces, the broken vase hit the ground along with Steve. She began to kick Steve in the ribcage and began to beat on his head. Just then, Paris flew down the ramp and entered the ring. She grabbed the microphone and pushed Rena away from Steve.
Paris: WOAH Rena! Stop hurting him! What do you think you are doing!? You’re supposed to do this!
She grabbed him and stood him up. He began swaying, but was still conscious of his surroundings. His eyes popped when he saw Paris standing in front of him, and had thought Paris saved him from Rena…but it was too late for a ‘thank you’. Paris DDT’d him to the mat, leaving him almost unconscious on the ground. She smiled at Rena as Rena threw the ring at his body. They both laughed, while Paris raised Rena’s arm. As the two celebrated, Rena’s music hit in the background and everything became a blur to Steve. This is finally the end of Steve and Rena…
((Fade))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:26:42 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Title Match Angelo Giovanni vs. BK London (Credit: Daredevil)
It’s been a night of double crosses; so speculation is rife as to whether Ginger and his associates will keep their word in this match. One way or another, the question is about to be answered, as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW International championship! Coming first the champion, weighing at 239 pounds, from New York City…Angelo Giovanni!
The unfamiliar ‘Jesus Walks’ by Kanye West hits and Angelo Giovanni walks out to the arena to a number of cheers from the fans as hew walks down the ramp, looking in the ring as he removes his belt and hands it to a crew member on the outside. He slides through the bottom ropes and jumps to the top turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air, gaining a huge pop. He jumps down and gets ready to fight as his music cuts.
Philip: And the challenger, weighing at 225 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York and being accompanied by Paris Summers…BK London!
’Diamonds’ by Kanye West hits and BK London walks out to the arena to a hostile reaction as Paris Summers slowly follows behind. They walk down the ramp, ignoring the abuse and insults they receive as they stop at the bottom of the ramp, looking at Angelo. Paris decides to walk around the side of the ring, whilst BK gets into the ring and looks over at the International title, determined to become ACW’s first ever triple crown champion as Philip leaves the ring and we get ready to battle.
Bell Rings.
The two closely watch each other as they circle the ring, slowly closing in on each other with each step. Angelo attempts to hit BK but BK catches the flying right fist of Angelo, before delivering blows to the skull of the Italian. BK then throws Angelo over into the opposite corner, and quickly follows with a hard clothesline, sending Angelo out of the turnbuckle. BK hooks Angelo around the neck and signals for an early Revolver, but Angelo charges forward, sending BK into the turnbuckle still locked into the side headlock. This causes BK to immediately break the hold, as Angelo starts throwing punches to BK, sparking a positive crowd reaction. Angelo smirks as he throws BK up against the ropes, but BK falls to the ground upon impact from the ropes and immediately slides out the ring, much to the disgust of the fans. BK places his hands on his hips and just shakes his head at Angelo as he slowly begins to re-enter the ring. The two watch each other again before locking up into a headlock. Angelo uses his weight to an advantage, throwing BK again at the ropes and this time Angelo succeeds, hitting a powerful Spinebuster that shakes the whole of the ring. Angelo makes the cover but it’s too early in the match to get a match-winning pin and BK kicks out at two. Angelo jumps up to his feet and lifts BK up as the crowd slowly start an ‘Angelo!’ chant. Angelo tries to throw BK at the ropes only for BK to reverse it, and the boy wonder hits Angelo with a running Enziguri followed by a quick pin attempt, but Angelo manages to keep a shoulder off the mat.
BK begins to get a little cockier now, as he jumps to his feet and starts point to random areas of the crowd. He smiles at Angelo and knowing that his opponent was a former boxer, he lifts Angelo up and makes a stance like a boxer would, with arms close to chest. The crowd aren’t happy and boo BK as he starts delivering jabs to the face of Angelo, time and time again. After nine or ten shots BK jumps back on the ropes and plants a Jermaine O’Neal – type sliding punch on Angelo, who falls like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. BK smirks as he listens to the bad crowd reactions aimed at him as he drags Angelo to the middle of the ring. BK makes the cover but Angelo quickly gets a shoulder up before the three-count. BK is a little peeved by the recovery of Angelo who is slowly making his way onto his feet. BK kicks him down and proceeds to work on the second turnbuckle, slowly removing the padding. Now normally the referee would intervene and stop BK but this time Paris is ‘attempting’ to enter the ring, clearly knowing that her doing would help BK. She soon stops as BK throws the padding to the outside, and he turns around, looking at the now-standing Angelo. Angelo runs at BK but the former World champion dropkicks him in the knee, and Angelo goes flying into the unpadded turnbuckle, hitting his head on the buckle. He again falls and there appears to be the sign of blood on his forehead, while BK and Paris just watch and laugh at the International champion.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:27:30 GMT -5
BK lifts Angelo up to his feet and delivers an Irish Whip to the ropes. BK tries to lock in a sleeper but Angelo resists, and hits him with a Powerslam. Angelo lifts BK up and attempts to hit the Italian Decimator but BK doesn’t read the script and manages to squirm out of it. He responds by kicking Angelo in the gut and hooking his arm, hitting a vertical suplex to the outside of the ring. The crowd ‘OOH’ as Angelo lands awkwardly on the outside and the situation doesn’t become any better for him as Paris starts insulting him. She moves as BK shouts to clear the way, and he runs backwards off the ropes, charges forward and hitting a running shooting star press – or Brooklyn Turnpike – to the outside! He is about to hit the move when at the final moment Angelo manages to roll clear, and BK lands with a thud on the outside. Angelo slowly gets to his feet, using the ring as assistance when Paris comes over and starts shouting at him. Angelo just looks at her like she’s a deranged chicken but Paris then steps forwards and slaps him, and the crowd react like she’s in trouble. Indeed she is, as Angelo grabs her arm, and tries to clothesline her but BK just manages to hit him with a low blow. BK rolls Angelo into the ring and locks in a sleeper hold. The crowd almost groans as BK locks in the sitting sleeper hold, and slowly but surely takes Angelo down to the mat. Angelo is nearly out of it as the referee decides to see if he’s still in the match. He lifts up the arm once: no reply. Twice: no reply. Third time: and the arm goes down, but Angelo quickly manages to pull it back up into the air. The crowd positively responds as Angelo manages to stretch over and hook his right foot onto the ropes, breaking the hold.
BK lets go of his opponent, and rolls backwards onto his feet. Angelo slowly follows, being affected by the move that just occurred but still in a state of mind to win the match. The two lock up and Angelo swivels BK around so his back is facing Angelo. This is obviously to confuse BK as he turns around, and gets a knee in the stomach for his troubles. Angelo goes for the Powerbomb, lifting him up onto his shoulders but instead slowly drops BK down and hooks his arms under his legs. Angelo drops, hitting the Venomous Bite (Styles Clash) as the crowd goes nuts. Angelo signals for the ICD (Italian Cyclone Driver) and lifts BK back up to his feet. He lifts BK onto his shoulder and hits the move, but BK manages to turn mid-air and land on his feet. He swiftly trips Angelo up, locking in the ‘Make or Break’ and the end of the match feels close as Angelo screams in agony. He slowly tries to clamber to the ropes but BK pulls him back and locks in a heel hook. Angelo almost has no option but to tap out until he manages to turn the upper side of his body 180 degrees. BK unlocks the heel hook, concentrating on the ankle as he pulls Angelo back around. Angelo is about to tap when he makes one final effort, turning and around and managing to kick BK through the ropes. BK lands on the outside, knocking Paris of all people down to the ground. Angelo takes a second to recover before climbing back to his feet, and watching as BK slowly re-enters the ring. Angelo stomps him on the back of the neck, and rolls him over for the pin. BK kicks out at two but Angelo knows the match has swung his way.
Angelo lifts BK up and hurls the Brooklyner against the ropes. Angelo runs back at the ropes and tries a clothesline but BK ducks the attempt. BK rebounds off the other ropes and tries a lariat on Angelo but the Italian this time ducks, who’s standing rather than running now. BK bounces off the ropes again and runs into Angelo, who plants him with a giant Boot of Italy. BK falls to the ground and Angelo smiles, as he climbs the top rope and hits a Diving Leg Drop. Angelo makes the cover but BK manages to grasp the ropes to the side with his hand. Angelo slams the mat in frustration, and lifts BK to his feet. He attempts an Irish whip but BK reverses it and sends Angelo right into the referee. Angelo looks shocked and turns around, ducking the clothesline attempts by BK. Both turn around and Angelo hits BK with a superkick – the exact same time as BK hits Angelo with the Shades of Michaels. Both men fall to the ground but there is no count as there is clearly no sign of the referee recovering anytime soon. Suddenly there’s a cheer from the crowd and the fans suddenly turn to the ramp, where Chairman Gingerdude happens to be running down. He removes his blazer as he enters the ring, and looks at the two. He jumps up to the top rope and plants Angelo Giovanni with a huge elbow drop, which sparks the entire arena to furiously boo the ACW chairman. Gingerdude just smirks as he pulls BK over, putting an arm over Angelo’s body. He leaves the ring, quickly running up the ramp and shouting something through the curtain. Another referee quickly runs down the ramp, slides in and makes the count:
ONE…
TWO…
It’s over….
THR-Kickout by Angelo!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:28:33 GMT -5
The crowd members jumps off their feet in joy as Angelo kicks out. BK rolls onto his back, clearly pissed off that Angelo managed to kick out. A shot of Gingerdude, now in the back is also seen, and he clearly looks pissed off. BK lifts Angelo up and locks Angelo in the hold ready for the London-plex, but Angelo again manages to get out of one of BK’s moves. He locks in the Glock Lock Cobra Clutch on BK, and immediately sends him to his knees. As this happens Paris gets to her feet and starts cheering BK on, as he slowly fades away. The referee holds his arm up and it falls, but quickly is sent back up as BK shows some sign of life. He manages to climb up to his feet, with the Glock Lock still firmly locked in place. BK runs at the turnbuckle and in a final desperate act, flips himself over; Angelo is driven down to the mat, and smashes his head against the canvas. BK’s weight pins Angelo’s shoulders, and the referee makes the count….
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
The crowd goes ballistic, and no one notices the referee taking a closer look as Philip announces the result.
Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW – wait, what was that you just said sir?
Philip listens to the referee, who points at BK, and suddenly the crowd members realize what’s wrong; BK isn’t moving. As Angelo releases the Glock Lock, the fans see that the hold did its job, and that BK is knocked out; he only starts to stir as the referee gives him a vigorous shake. Slowly BK starts to come around, and the referee walks to the edge of the ring; an animated discussion starts between referee and timekeeper as to the proper result. Philip listens, and the mic picks up his reaction.
Philip: So…. Angelo was definitely pinned, but BK was knocked out when it happened? What does that mean?
??: I’ll tell you all what it means.
Everyone’s attention is drawn to the stage; Chairman Ginger is there, with a mic in his hand. He walks down to ringside, and looks at the two men in the ring.
Ginger: Well, this is a thorny situation… I’ll tell you how I see it. From my point of view, Angelo, BK had you beaten there – a three count was given and you failed to respond.
BK smirks, and Angelo looks furious; the fans shout angrily, and Ginger holds up his hand.
Ginger:…. I’m not done, people. That might be what I think… but I have to abide by the ACW rulebook, and the will of the board of governors. Since Angelo DID cause BK to pass out, technically he should retain… but he was also pinned, which would give BK the victory. Therefore, I have only one course of action open to me. Since both men “won” the match, the result is that BK London and Angelo Giovanni are now…. JOINT International Champions.
There’s a wave of noise in the arena; such an event is entirely unprecedented in ACW. As Angelo and BK try to make sense of things, Ginger walks forward and takes the belt from the referee.
Ginger: Given the circumstances I think I’ll look after this for now, until we can resolve this situation.
Ginger’s theme hits, and he walks away, taking the title with him. BK and Angelo can only stare at one another; no one knows where their rivalry will go from here, and a number of intriguing possibilities hang in the air, as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:29:15 GMT -5
Segment: ‘A done deal’ (Credit: Kudo)
The camera shows Kudo celebrating his victory over Hitman as he makes his way back to the locker room. Kudo turns the corner but he already finds Albright waiting outside the door for him, clapping his hands with a smile.
Albright: Brilliant, simply brilliant performance.
Kudo makes his way into arms length as Albright continues talking.
Albright: That’s just the kind of extreme attitude I’m looking for to represent my products. I didn’t think you could beat that man but trust me when I say, I’m a believer now. You’re definitely worthy of holding that Entertainment belt, and I just hope we’re worthy enough to host you as Entertainment Champion on the biggest Entertainment field in the world: Television. Congratulations Mr. Yasuda, you have yourself a commercial deal!
The two exchange a handshake.
Kudo: You’ve made a wise choice Mr. A. (FSX now walks over next to Kudo) Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be celebrating my victory, and this deal. Unless...of course, you’d like to come too.
Albright: Oh, no no. I’ve got places to be now, and plans to work out for your first project. I didn’t get to where I am now by partying all day and night. But we’ll keep in touch. (staring at FSX) Have your people call my people.
Albright heads back on his way into the limousine he came in with the driver opening up his door before heading back in the drivers seat to go.
FSX: Who was that?
Kudo: Don’t worry about it... It’s just the first step.
Kudo smiles off into the air and the screen fades out
-Fade out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:29:55 GMT -5
Segment: Pre match “encouragement” (Credit: Yoko)
As the scene fades in, we see Yoko Satoshi sitting on her couch in her locker room, typing on her laptop. Scarlet is sitting right next to her, looking over Yoko's shoulder.
Scarlet: So what are you doing now?
Yoko: Updating my website, now that Yuki knows I'm fine.
Scarlet: I see...
Scarlet puts her hand on Yoko's leg. Yoko continues to type. The hand slowly moves up Yoko's leg. Her typing slows a little bit. Her heart begins to beat faster, she doesn't know what Scarlet is doing. Her hand moves under Yoko's skirt, and stops at its obvious destination. Her hand can be seen making rhythmic motions under the skirt as Yoko keeps typing.
Yoko doesn't even know what she's typing now, she's just typing out of nervousness. She half-knowingly opens her legs a bit to give Scarlet better access. Her breathing is getting harder.
Yoko: That feels nice...No one's ever touched me there before.
Scarlet: And I've never touched a girl there before, I'm glad you like it. Lean back.
Yoko complies immediately and stops typing, leaning back on the couch. Scarlet reaches up under Yoko's skirt with both hands, and pulls her panties down to her ankles.
Yoko: Sarin, what are you doing?
Scarlet: I never thought I would see you again, Yoko. It made realize how fast people come and go in life. I know now that I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you, before it's too late...
Yoko smiles, teary eyed. She shakes her panties off of her feet and pulls one leg up onto the couch, spreading her legs for Scarlet as well as someone can on a couch. Scarlet lowers her head. Yoko pulls up her skirt, allowing Scarlet's head to go under it.
The camera slowly zooms in on Yoko's face after that. She begins to breathe hard again, her eyes are closed. She's smiling. Her mouth slowly opens as she loses herself. Her eyes finally open, we see them rolled back into her head with pleasure, and the camera fades out.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:30:33 GMT -5
Match 8: Alcatraz Match Hunter vs. Latino (Ending events credit: Hunter / Latino)
The arena becomes quieter as the lights start to dim; the fans know what’s coming next, and the gravity of the situation hangs over the arena like a thick fog. An unfamiliar scene starts to resolve into focus.
The camera shows a corridor, whitewashed and lined with open fronted cells. A section of the bars in each cell opens into a door, but there is no privacy for those within. There are no windows; only harsh neon lights, and a single skylight about halfway along the corridor. A referee walks into shot, and holds a mic up to his mouth; talking clearly isn’t his usual forte.
Referee:….ahem… Good Evening ACW. This is the venue for our next match, the so - called “Alcatraz” contest. Sirs, would you please bring forward the competitors.
In this stark environment, there are no big entrances and no introductions. The fans see Latino walk into shot, escorted by a guard, and he enters the cell to the left of the referee; the door is closed, and he waits silently. Then, a group of three guards walk out into the picture, flanking Hunter; Hunter is wearing a prison issue top over his wrestling attire, and the guards follow him all the way into the cell on the right before removing the handcuffs he’s wearing. Hunter stands passively as the group retreats and close the door; The largest of the guards makes a signal with his hand, and the automatic locks on the doors engage. At the far end of the corridor, beyond the referee, a slight glint indicates the location of the keys which will also secure the cell doors if used correctly.
The referee hands the mic to one of the guards, who wordlessly file out of shot. Their footsteps recede gradually, until a final bang of a door indicates that the building is now empty apart from the three men shown on screen. There is a pause, and the referee nods at the camera, his signal to those watching in the prison’s control room and in the arena itself.
A bell rings from somewhere in the prison block, echoed by that in the arena.
There is a “click” as the automatic locking on all the cells in the block is disengaged. Hunter watches, his hands almost crushing the metal bars, as Latino approaches his door and opens it, stepping out into the harsh neon light. Latino takes the few steps across the corridor, until he is nose to nose with Hunter. The pair look at each other, Hunter’s emotions too intense for expression through simple words.
Latino: So? You coming out, or what? You talk about revenge…. and now you’re too much of a coward to try and take it?
Latino laughs, and then slowly, Hunter starts to open the door, staying behind it. When it’s about a third of the way open, Latino takes a step forward – and that’s when Hunter strikes, pushing back hard on the door and driving it into Latino’s body and face. Latino yells and staggers back into the corridor, and now Hunter springs into vivid, raging life, coming out of his cell like a tornado and shoulder – charging his foe backward into the opposite cell wall, with a loud clang. Hunter batters Latino with a storm of punches, his rage increasing his strength to a frightening degree that would have annihilated a lesser man, but Latino responds with blows that if not quite so fierce are more precisely placed. After about 15 seconds, both men separate, their initial adrenaline surges burned out, and the crowd watches intently as the real tactical battle to dismantle their opponent begins.
Deciding that he needs a little time to think, Latino moves back into the cell that he came out of. Hunter follows, and Latino tries to pull the door closed – Hunter has his arm already through the door, and he grunts as the heavy metal squeezes it. Seeing a chance to give Hunter a very nasty handicap, Latino grabs the door and tries to deliberately crush Hunter’s arm; fortunately, Hunter pulls his arm back just in time and Latino only succeeds in separating the pair of them. Hunter’s eyes are coals of seething anger; he wrenches the door, which Latino is holding shut, and then suddenly remembers the “purpose” of the match. At the end of the corridor, just visible, is a large set of keys hanging on the wall; Hunter smiles darkly, and then makes a run down the corridor toward his goal. Behind him, he can hear the sound of Latino bursting out of the cell and giving chase; he reaches the end of the corridor and emerges into a small open area where two other corridors of cells branch off. Hunter grabs the keys and laughs, but as he turns around, he discovers… nothing. The building is silent, and of Latino there is no sign at all; only the referee is visible, standing quietly back at the other end of the original corridor with instructions not to interfere with the match itself.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:31:28 GMT -5
Hunter realizes that, with all the cells empty and unlocked, Latino could now be hiding in any one of them. He looks at the keys, and then takes a corner of his prison issue clothing, knotting it around the circular keyring, so that he can’t be separated from the tool he needs for victory. Then he stands, hand on hips, and surveys the scene.
Hunter: You can’t hide from me, Victor.
No response.
Hunter: Now who’s the coward? Not so much fun when your victim fights back, is it?
His voice is becoming unstable and dangerous. Hunter’s eyes dart around, and then there’s a sound – very faint, perhaps a boot touching a metal door. It’s coming from the corridor Hunter came out of, and Hunter smiles again. He walks forward slowly, looking into each cell, keys jangling against his thigh. As he approaches the two cells where they started, Hunter frowns.
Hunter: Come on Victor, this is TOO easy.
Carefully, he steps forward, ready for an attack – but nothing happens, and to his left and right the starting cells are empty. Now Hunter really is confused; he looks again, but there is still nothing, and nothing for Latino to be hiding behind. Strangely enough, it seems to be darker here than before. Perhaps a light failed –
The slight shift in the shadows around him is the only warning that Hunter gets before Latino launches into the Last Night’s Hangover from the skylight ledge directly above. But Hunter has already thought about Latino using this move, and bracing himself he catches the plummeting Puerto Rican and hurls him forcefully back into the cell that he came out of. Latino crashes straight into the ceramic sink, dislodging it from the wall; water starts to pour out, and the cold shock wakes Latino up as he hears Hunter fumbling with the keys. Not realizing this side effect has occurred, Hunter doesn’t see Latino rushing at him, and Latino gets an open shot at his foe – his uppercut connects with great force, and Hunter loses his bearings as Latino continues to beat him, knocking him down and then pinning him with his weight as he tries to batter Hunter into unconsciousness. As Hunter does his best to rally, something wet drips on to his face and slides off; it’s water, mixed with blood from a wound on Latino’s head caused by the collision with the sink. This has a similar effect on Hunter to that observed when blood spills into shark – infested seas; with a roar of fury, Hunter throws Latino off of him and stamps furiously on his opponent. Since this bizarre match has a no DQ stipulation, the ref simply keeps his distance, but the look on his face of increasing nervousness is a mirror of the audience, watching back in the arena. As Latino tries to get up, Hunter lifts him and delivers the Phoenix Exploder; the fans all wince, and Latino looks in bad shape as Hunter starts to drag him back into his cell.
If Hunter thinks that he’s got the match won, however, he’s mistaken. As soon as he lets Latino go and turns to exit the cell, Latino jumps back up, grabs the dislodged sink, and rushes at Hunter with it aimed at his head. Hunter spins around, and makes a desperation tackle to block it; both men land hard on the concrete floor, and the sink falls, smashing into innumerable pieces of sharp porcelain and broken metal. Latino is the first up, and he savagely DDTs Hunter into the shard – covered concrete floor; the audience cringes, and as Latino gets up, he rolls Hunter over to show that he’s bleeding from several cut wounds across his face and arms. Deciding that this is a dangerous place to continue fighting, Latino pulls Hunter out of the wrecked room and into his original cell across the corridor; once there, Latino unties the keys from Hunter’s clothing. As he takes them, however, Hunter’s eyes snap open and his hand shoots up to grab Latino’s wrist; eye to eye, Latino throws the keys to his other hand and, palming one so that its point aims downward, tries to jam it into Hunter’s eye. Hunter jerks his head aside just in time, and then hits back by kneeing Latino in the groin; Latino’s eyes widen and he rolls off of Hunter, but in doing so he flings the keys out into the corridor. If he had hoped to distract Hunter with this, it doesn’t work; Hunter has other plans, and he pulls off a quick elbow drop to the throat before nailing the APM, driving Latino’s head against the concrete.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:32:21 GMT -5
Both men are still bleeding, and the floors are becoming stained with streaks of their blood in a gruesome manner. This doesn’t bother Hunter in the least, however; he leaves Latino and goes in search of the keys, finding them lying just outside the cell. He’s reaching for them when Latino bursts out of the cell; Hunter is taken aback that Latino has recovered so quickly, and in other circumstances might have been a little impressed. As it is, his fury just grows, and he lets it out in a surge of punches. Toe to toe, Latino and Hunter brawl in the corridor, and the match has become a true fight; both men are starting to show bruises under the blood and dirt, and this only increases as Latino executes a snap suplex, sending Hunter back against a cell door. The unlocked door gives way and Hunter ends up in the cell; there’s not much room to move, and Latino jumps up on to the bunk bed to gain height for Coqui’s flight. He jumps off, but Hunter rolls under the bunk bed to get out of the way, and Latino hits the bare floor. In a sequence that gives ACW’s younger viewers nightmares for weeks, Latino finds himself grabbed by a pair of grubby, wounded and blood streaked hands extending from under the bunk, and the camera catches a glimpse of a close – to - psychotic Hunter, eyes alight with malice as he drags his prey into the suffocating darkness beneath the bed. It’s too dark in the confines of the cell to see what goes on for the next 30 seconds or so; but there is a lot of noise, shouting and banging as Latino and Hunter struggle with one another, and the noise of what sounds horribly like someone having their head beaten against concrete. Finally, Hunter wriggles out; dust has fallen from the ancient mattress above, and made Hunter look even more frightful as he hauls Latino out behind him; Latino barely seems to be conscious, and Hunter’s hands hover close to his neck for a moment or two. The audience is getting seriously worried now, but to their relief Hunter snaps back to some sort of sanity, and gets up to go and retrieve the keys.
Hunter stoops to collect the collection of keys, and turns them over in his hands. Somehow, when he turns around and sees Latino leaning against the cell door, he’s not surprised; he drops the keys again, and he and Latino throws themselves at on e another. The grapple, and Latino gets Hunter into a headlock – there is a concrete wall pillar directly ahead, and Latino rams Hunter into it once, twice, three times. On the third, however, Hunter breaks free, and proceeds to return the favor; Latino, having taken several head blows already, struggles to stay on his feet and Hunter drops him on the floor on his chest. It’s a simple enough task for him to carry out the APM II, and then to the audience’s horror, Hunter also delivers the Shotgun. The referee, who’s becoming very concerned, comes to check on Latino; but Hunter’s anger is burning fiercely now, and he pushes the referee away. The ref tries to argue, but Hunter takes a swing at him; the referee gets out of the way, and Hunter gives chase until the ref has been scared right out of the corridor. By now the fans are becoming vocal in their concern, as it’s clear that Hunter wants no interruptions to his “revenge”; he gives the cameraman a glare that suggests he shouldn’t try anything similar, and the camera shakes a little as it follows Hunter back to where Latino is still lying on the ground.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 10, 2005 14:33:07 GMT -5
Hunter looks ready to end the match…. But Latino clearly doesn’t share the view. As Hunter approaches, incredibly Latino stirs; Hunter speeds up, but now Latino knows that he’s fighting for his life, and there’s little that provides a stronger incentive to a person to go beyond their normal limits. Latino balls his fists, and kips up; he weaves a little as he moves forward, but still manages to fake his first punch so that Hunter ducks right into the path of the second. Reeling, Hunter ends up against the bars of his original cell; Latino kicks him hard in the groin, and then grabs on to Hunter, spins the pair of them around in front of the open door, and suplexes Hunter backward into it. Using all the speed he has left, Latino pulls the door shut and grabs the keys from the floor; he gets the key into the lock as Hunter pulls himself up using the bed. Hunter realizes he has only one shot, and with a roar of fury charge the door. He crashes into it just before Latino can turn the key, and the door flies open; Latino stumbles back against the wall, and Hunter grabs him, lifts him up and nails the Magnum driver, making the crowd roar back in shock at the ferocious move. Bleeding and becoming light headed, Hunter drags Latino into the nearest cell – the shard – covered one that Latino originally occupied; as he looks down at him, Latino opens his eyes, and the crowd goes mental. Even Hunter looks shocked, now – the Magnum Driver is his most powerful move, and yet even this hasn’t taken Latino out of the equation. Slowly, Latino gets up; he smirks, and Hunter’s face becomes a mask of grief and hate, mingling until they corrupt his features, and then, only then, does Latino start to look afraid….
Both men fight like cornered animals, the prison bringing out their most base instincts. Punching, scratching, they try to down each other just long enough to get out of the cell and lock it. Latino finally throws Hunter into the wall and makes a break – but Hunter grabs him as he reaches the door. As the pair struggle, Hunter looks at the bed, and gets a strange look on his face; he pulls Latino toward him and elbows him between the eyes, and then gets up on to the bed, lifting Latino with him. There’s just barely room for Hunter to stand, and he has to bend forward a little as he gets Latino on his shoulders; the crowd starts to shout, not wanting to think about what Hunter might be planning… but it’s worse than any of them expected. Hunter jumps off and delivers the Rubix Cube (henceforth known as the Alter Effect) straight on to the unforgiving floor; the crowd screams, and Latino slumps, motionless. The camera zooms in as Hunter staggers out of the cell; only the slow rise and fall of Latino’s chest indicates that he’s still present in this world. Gasping from who knows what injuries, Hunter picks up the keys, closes the door, and turns the key in the lock. There is no bell and no ref to raise his hand, but there doesn’t need to be. In the arena, the fans are quiet as Philip announces the official result.
Philip: Jesus…. I guess, the winner of this match is…… Hunter.
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