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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:34:16 GMT -5
Segment: I hate you / Shattered Dreams (Credit: Rena)
A knock comes at Rena’s door, as she is finishing getting dressed after her match. She zips her skirt up and looks at the door.
Rena: Come in.
Tyler’s face popped into the door slowly, a look of sadness on his face.
Rena: Hey baby!
She attempted to kiss him when he walked through the door, but he moved her away.
Rena: What’s wrong?
Tyler: We have to talk…
Rena: Okay.
Tyler: Let’s sit.
She sat beside him, and looked at his face. Her smile turned into a confused seriousness.
Rena: What’s up?
Tyler: well...you see… We had so much fun fishing, and everything.
Rena: Yeah… I can’t wait until our next date. I think-
Tyler: I’m leaving.
Rena: Oh Okay. When will you be back?
Tyler: That’s the thing. I won’t be.
Rena: what…oh my god…oh—oh my god…
Tyler: Now don’t-
She pushed him off of herself and jumped off the couch, not wanting to believe what Hitman is trying to say.
Rena: Don’t-don’t you fucking touch me.
Tyler: Rena, I-
Rena: SHUT UP!
Hitman’s hand fall into his lap. He looks at the floor.
Tyler: I’m sorry.
Rena: Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, Tyler!
Tyler: WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY!?
Both their eyes are becoming watery.
Rena: That you’ll stay!
Tyler: …….I can’t.
Rena: WHY!? You have another girlfriend somewhere that you care for more!?
Hitman stands up, angered.
Tyler: You know that’s not true!
Rena: Well what else am I supposed to believe!?
Tyler: I just can’t take this! I LOVE YOU, but I can’t be here anymore!
Rena shakes her head, now with tears streaming down her face.
Rena: FINE THEN! LEAVE! FUCKING GET OUT!
Tyler: Rena-
Rena: I SAID GET OUT!
He moved to the door, watching a glass vase shatter beside him.
Rena: GO!
He looked back at Rena, breathing heavily through her rage. She clenched her teeth and tears poured out as he closed the door.
Rena: I HATE YOU! I HATE You! I hate…
It’s the opposite of what she really feels, and that’s why it hurts so much. She grabbed pictures and anything and threw them around. She grabbed a chair and smashed it against the walls. Screaming and yelling how much she hates him, as if screaming it would make it true, and make it easier. After the damage has been done, she fell to the floor and held herself, sobbing sorrowfully at the loss of her love, once again.
((Fade))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:34:54 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Ultimate Massacre Match Bre Double T vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Hunter) The lights dim slightly as we return from the commercial break. Philip stands in the ring with his trademark mic in hand and smiles.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Ultimate Massacre Match! The fans cheer as the lights flash to reveal the hellacious structure hanging above the ring.Philip: In this match, the two competitors will be locked inside the barbed wire cage you see hanging above me. Scattered around the ring and hanging from the top of the cage itself is a wide array of weapons, ranging from steel chairs to lighttubes to handcuffs. There is a large X that is formed by intersecting ropes over the top of the cage. From the center of the X hangs the Light-Heavyweight Title, which is what this match is all about! The match ends once one of the competitors climbs up to the top, shimmies across the X, and grabs the title! Now, let’s get down to business: introducing first, from Rochester, New York, he is the current reigning ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion, Bre Double T! ”Enter Sandman” hits the speakers as Bre walks out and starts posing for the fans. He then proceeds to run down the ramp and slide into the ring. He looks up high at the cage and gets a confident smirk on his face.Philip: And introducing the challenger, from Hong Kong, this is Jake Cheng! ”Petrified” hits the speakers as Jake makes his way out to a rather large amount of boos. He simply walks down the ramp and jumps into the ring, then stands in his own corner while looking across the ring at Bre. Philip leaves the ring and the cage instantly begins to lower while the two look up at it. It finally makes it down and the two men continue looking around at the cage as well as the weapons hanging from it. Then they look at the LHW Title that is hanging at the center, and finally they look at each other. It’s time.Bell Rings. The two men instantly charge at each other and start pounding each other with a barrage of fists. Jake decides that it’s better to switch over to kicks, and he does so nearly flawlessly. Bre takes the kicks to his legs, body, and head rather well, until Jake delivers a strong kick to Bre’s chest, knocking him down to the mat. Jake decides not to waste any time and quickly runs over to the corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and starts shimmying over to the center. He makes it halfway across before a frying pan flies from out of nowhere and hits him directly in the forehead. He falls down to the ground and Bre leaps over him, bounces off the ropes, and hits a lionsault on his way back down to earth. The fans cheer the impressive show of athleticism by Bre, but Bre simply shrugs and hits a flying headscissors takedown on Jake once Jake is back to his feet. Bre decides that this is a better time than ever and quickly runs up to the turnbuckle and grabs the rope at the top. He starts to move across to the center, and just when he’s almost there…vengeance comes in the form of a frying pan. Bre falls back down to the mat and Jake swings the frying pan down at him once more, but Bre is able to quickly roll out of the way and dodge the attack. He does a sweeping kick to Jake, who trips over Bre’s foot but is able to hit a flipping leg drop onto Bre’s leg. Bre cringes, but doesn’t let this minor pain affect him. Both men kip up at the same time, but it’s Jake who gets the advantage once he brings Bre down with a swinging neckbreaker. Jake gets up and quickly does a flipping leg drop, then rolls off Bre and starts to look around. He sees a salami hanging in the corner and quickly throws it at Bre full force (who by now is on his feet). The salami explodes upon impact, but Bre is seemingly unharmed. He looks behind him and sees a laptop, then rips it off the cage and smashes it over Jake’s head just as Jake comes within range. Bre opens up the laptop and places it on Jake’s head, then leaps into the air to attempt to stomp on the laptop (and Jake’s head simultaneously). Jake is able to quickly roll out of the way and kip up once more, but Bre kicks the laptop up into his hands and smashes Jake on the head with it. Jake falls down just as Bre throws away the laptop and grabs a nearby mouse (keyboard mouse, people, we don’t encourage the unnecessary suffering of animals). He puts his foot on Jake’s back, leans down, and begins to choke Jake with the mouse cord. Once he’s had enough fun from this experience, he lets Jake go. He finds a large watermelon in the corner and smiles. He picks it up rather easily and turns around…only to have Jake hit him with a Vandaminator directly into the watermelon. Bre tries to catch his footing, but before he can Jake leaps up and grabs him, then brings him down into the remains of the watermelon with an ace crusher. Jake gets up and glances over at the wide array of weapons at his disposal, and then climbs up the turnbuckle and grabs the weapon that brings a nice tear to his eye: a steel baseball bat. He jumps off the turnbuckle and spins around…only to get caught mid-air and hit with a belly-to-belly suplex into one of the turnbuckles. Bre picks up the baseball bat and charges at Jake just as Jake kips up, but Jake ducks the swing and hits a superkick to the back of Bre’s head, launching him face first into the barbed wire cage! Bre bounces off the cage and Jake sets him up for the guillotine shot. Bre is able to quickly punch Jake in the face, spin around, and hit the “He’ll Need Medical Attention!” brainbuster variation. Bre then looks at the weapons once more and finds a lone box sitting mysteriously in one of the corners. Bre walks over to it and opens the box…and smiles. He walks to the center of the ring and pours out the contents of the box, which is revealed to be a large amount of thumbtacks. He lifts up Jake and tries for a “Short Trip to the Ralph” piledriver, but Jake is able to push Bre away, leap up into the air, and bring him down for the Intermission…directly onto the thumbtacks! Jake slowly gets to his feet and looks at the motionless body of Bre. He smiles, seemingly happy with the pain he has inflicted, and instantly hops up into the corner and grabs one of the ropes, then starts shimmying across to the center of the ring. He hangs directly in front of the title…but decides that he wants to have some more fun.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:35:41 GMT -5
So, without further ado, Jake lets go of the ropes and flies back for his back flip 540 leg drop, which he dubs the Final Chapter. Bre is able to slide out of the way and Jake lands on his ass, and simultaneously lands on one of the thumbtacks. He cringes and quickly hops up to his feet and tries to pull the thumbtack out, but Bre has already taken the advantage and quickly dropkicks the distracted Jake. Jake flies off a few feet and ends up flying face first into the barbed wire cage! Bre grabs him and quickly delivers a reverse full nelson suplex onto a nearby trashcan. Bre then hops up into the turnbuckle and grabs the rope. But just then, he gets a thought. He wraps his legs around the rope and pulls himself up, then pushes himself over to the top of the cage. He stands at the very top of the cage and taunts the crowd, receiving an enormous pop from all. And just like that, he leaps off for a body drop on to Jake…but Jake has used this time to his advantage and he quickly jams a sledgehammer into Bre’s gut. Bre falls to his knees, but he is then able to rise (through much trouble, one might add). Jake lifts the sledgehammer once more, but once he swings it down Bre is able to move out of the way and hit an enziguri on Jake. Bre kicks the sledgehammer aside and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Without any warning, Jake runs up behind him and grabs him, then throws him off behind him. Jake taunts the crowd and grabs the ropes, but yet again decides it’s better for him to have some more fun.
So he lets go of the ropes and jumps back for a moonsault…but Bre catches him on his shoulder, runs over to the side, leaps into the air, and hits a sit-out tombstone piledriver onto a nearby trash can lid! Jake is almost entirely knocked out, but at the same time, so is Bre. For the first time, people get a clear view of Bre’s face, which is rather bloodied up. They also notice the maybe five or six thumbtacks that are lodged in his forehead, the general areas where the blood is coming from. And the fans can’t help but cringe at the thought of the pain he must be going through. But it’s all worth it for that LHW Title. Bre is the first one up and he sees pair of lighttubes hanging directly next to him. He climbs up the ropes and reaches for them…until he feels someone lift him up. He quickly grabs the lighttubes and looks back down to see that Jake has secured him tightly onto his shoulders. Jake leaps into the air to try to hit…something, but it doesn’t seem to work as Bre smashes the lighttubes into Jake’s face and forces him down to the ground for what could be described as a botched Jeff Hardy move. The two men lie motionlessly (for the most part) on the ground and try to come to. They know full well that their opponent has absolutely no intention of just giving up the title, and so they are both able to power themselves up to their feet and look at each other with a look of determination.
And just like that, they both charge into opposite corners, leap into the air, and grab onto the ropes hanging above the ring. They both shimmy across, but Jake goes faster than Bre. Why, you may ask? Because Bre had to quickly grab something before continuing on his way across. He then shimmies over and launches at Jake and hits him with the “something” that was mentioned earlier…which is revealed to be an alarm clock. The clock smashes over Jake’s head and Jake falls to earth, but he takes Bre with him by grabbing onto his leg. Bre falls down at an awkward angle and hurts his foot, but his Boogeyman-esque antics were enough to damage Jake for a couple of minutes. Bre gets up and limps over to one of the corners, climbs up the turnbuckle, and brings down with him a microwave (yes, you read that right). This microwave is of a good size, which is any size that’s enough to damage someone with. He sets it up in the corner and turns around only to have Jake spear him into the corner, and into the microwave simultaneously. Jake lifts up Bre and attempts to go for the sliced bread #2 which he dubs the Last Resort, but Bre grabs him midair and whips him into the corner with the remains of the microwave. He then leaps over Jake and stands in the corner. The audience cheers, as they know that Bre is going for the Doubled Over. Bre is just about to hit the move, when suddenly Jake springs up, leaps off one of the ropes, and hits the Last Resort directly into the barbed wire cage! However, Jake sacrificed himself, as his body also went directly into the barbed wire.
The two men fall down to the ground and clutch themselves in pain, as now both of them are bloody both on the face as well as the body. Jake checks on a scar on his chest…and then thinks better of it once he thinks he can feel his ribs. Bre rises and starts looking around for another weapon. He sees a pair of handcuffs hanging in the corner and smiles. He grabs the handcuffs and then hooks one of the hooks onto Jake’s wrist. He drags him over to the ropes and is just about to hook the other end to the bottom rope when suddenly Jake grabs a nearby thumbtack and shoves it directly into Bre’s forehead. Jake launches himself up, but without even realizing it he forces the handcuffs up and around Bre’s wrist, eventually locking the other handcuff on his wrist. You know where this is going, don’t you? The two men stare at each other and then at the handcuffs that bind the two of them together…and they’re not exactly what one would call happy. Bre tries to run to the right while Jake tries to run to the left, and let’s just say it doesn’t work out for either of them. Jake gets up off the ground and starts dragging Bre to the corner turnbuckle. Jake tries to climb it, but Bre holds him down from his prize. Then Bre launches up and delivers a swift kick to the back of Jake’s head, followed by “The End Is Here!” corkscrew leg whip. Jake flies into the corner and lies their motionless, giving Bre a significant chance to climb the turnbuckle. Bre gets to the top and tries to grab the rope, but with the lack of strength he currently poses, he’ll need two arms, and the other is currently unavailable.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:36:21 GMT -5
Jake decides to risk it, and he runs up to the top to make it available. He notices a mirror hanging in the corner in front of them, and so does Bre. Bre notices how much blood is on his face as well as the many thumbtacks in his face, and he’s none too pleased. Jake takes this moment to smash Bre’s face into the mirror, grab him, and hit him with the Petrified C4 Exploder! Jake has busted out his once in a blue moon finisher, and victory is now almost certain. It appears that Bre’s luck has run out, perhaps due to that broken mirror. Jake runs over to the turnbuckle and tries to climb it…but then he remembers the extra 210 pounds holding him down. And now one can wonder whose luck really has run out? Jake can’t think of anything else to do, so he leaps off the top rope for the Dragon’s Splash, but he botches it halfway down due to the complications of spinning around while handcuffed to someone else. Bre takes around half of the pain that the normal move would’ve inflicted, but considering he has now recovered (for the most part) from the Petrified C4 Exploder, he can get to his feet and think of a way to escape. And then he notices the steel baseball bat. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabs the baseball bat and swings it as hard as he can at the chain, breaking it instantly. He lifts his arm up and rubs his wrist, then instantly launches himself over to the turnbuckle and starts climbing up. Jake has recovered by this time as well, and he leaps up into the turnbuckle and leaps off for a flying clothesline, which JUST hits Bre and brings both men down to earth.
Jake knows that the end is slowly approaching. They’ve been in the cage for no less than half an hour, and all of the signs of time are showing. Jake leaps into the air and hits a standing shooting star press, which is able to hurt Bre but not to the extent of pain that Bre is currently feeling. Jake sets up a trashcan in the corner turnbuckle and goes to the opposite turnbuckle. He waits for Bre to rise, attempting to do the same thing he did with the microwave earlier in the match. Bre rises and Jake charges for a spear…but he doesn’t get as lucky as he got way back when, and Bre is able to leap into the air, stomp down on Jake’s back, and bring the two of them crashing back to earth. Jake tries to escape, but Bre locks in the Agony of Defeat without another thought. Jake flails around from the pain, knowing full well that he can’t break the hold. Simultaneously, Bre knows he can’t win with the move. But whatever damage he can cause to Jake at this point is good enough. Jake continues flailing, and then his hand smashes against the trashcan propped up in the corner. He grabs it without another thought and swings it backward, successfully connecting with Bre’s head. Jake knows that he needs to take the significant advantage as fast as possible, and sees his opportunity once Bre gets to one knee. Jake grabs the trashcan and throws it at Bre, who out of instinct is able to grab it. However, he holds it directly in front of his own face, allowing Jake to run up and hit the shining wizard kick into the trashcan as well as into Bre’s head.
Jake gets up instantly after the attack, due to him being the one who was the least fazed by it. He sees a steel chair in the corner and grabs it, then unfolds it and sets it up in the center of the ring. He lifts up Bre and tries to hit him with the Jakie Drop onto it, but Bre elbows him in the side of the head, spins around, and hits him with an inverted DDT. Bre slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle, then leaps up and grabs the ropes. He slowly but assuredly shimmies over to the center and is just about to grab the belt…when Jake jumps off of the chair and grabs onto Bre. Bre tries to grab the belt anyway, but Jake pulls on him so hard that Bre is barely able to get his grip on the title. Jake climbs up using Bre and is able to leap off of him and grab one of the ropes. Now both men are mere inches away from the title and hanging on different ropes. Bre throws himself forward and is just about to grab the title, when suddenly Jake’s legs appear out of nowhere and catch him by the head. Jake swings Bre back over to him and lifts him closer to him, Bre’s head still in between his legs. Jake sees his opening and quickly grabs Bre’s arms into the double underhook and falls down for the Mandate of Heaven, which successfully connects (albeit a tad awkwardly) with the set up chair on the ground! The fans cheer like crazy as Jake gets back up and sees Bre’s carcass lying down in the remains of the chair, and Jake finally sees that his victory has come. He runs up the top turnbuckle, grabs the ropes, shimmies over to the center, and wastes no time in grabbing the title.
Philip: Here is your winner, and the NEW ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jake Cheng!!!
”Petrified” hits the speakers once again as the fans boo Jake yet cheer the amazing match that they just witnessed. The cage is slowly lifted back into the air as Jake lies on the ground in a state of shock. He then looks at the title in his hands and smiles, seeing that it’s not a dream. He gets to his feet and raises the title high and proud, then proceeds to strap it around his waist. He slides out of the ring and turns around to see Bre get to his feet, silently clutching his head. He isn’t moving very well.
Bre: This is all your fault.
Jake smirks and rubs his newly won title, taunting Bre in the most insincere of manners. The fans boo Jake until he finally disappears backstage, and then they start to cheer Bre as he stands by himself in the ring. Slowly, he steps out, still apparently talking to himself.
Bre: Screw you asshole, it was your idea.
We aren't exactly sure what Bre is talking about, but it definitely has to do with the beating he just took. Bre will have a lot of work to do, to regain the respect of his peers and maybe even one day, the light heavyweight championship. He’s upset with himself for losing his title, but he knows full well that it won’t end here. He’ll get another chance for glory very soon. And with that last thought, he goes backstage.
Fade Out.
OOC: Credit for ending events to Bre/Hunter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:37:16 GMT -5
Segment: Trash Talkin and Ass Kickin' - The Affirmative Way (Credit: BK/Latino)
As the scene opens we already know the scene in which it's taking place, in the familiar abode of ACW's most dysfunctional couple, Latino and BK London. Both ACW veterans are seen suiting up for their big main event tonight, their first main event together since Spring into Hell last year. As BK is tying his boots and Latino is taping up his wrists, they manage to muster up a conversation.
BK: Spanish boyz? Best team in ACW ever? You must be kidding me. Hell, they weren't even in ACW!
Latino: The Spanish Boyz are more known ALL over the world than Top Draw.
BK: Pfft. Spanish Boyz. Is that "z" supposed to intimidate me or something? Is it supposed to sound cool or something?
Latino: And who do you think was the best team in ACW ever? And pleeease don't tell me Top Draw.
BK: What's wrong with Top Draw?
Latino(mumbling under his breath): What wasn't wrong with Top Draw?
BK: What was that?
Latino: Nothing.
Latino rips the last of the roll of tape off before patting it down on his wrist and he rises up from his chair.
Latino: So, you ready to kick some ass tonight?
BK: Am I ready? What kind of question is that? I'm ready to kick ass every day of the week, day in and day out. And I'm going to win this thing by myself..
Latino: BK...we've gone over this for the past week. There's no WAY you can defeat the four opposing guys. I mean we have the World Champion, who is amazing me by showing he can be more of an asshole than he was in 2005. Then we have The Senator, what can I say about The Senator...
BK: What can't you say about him? He was leader of the Senatorial Stable and show he's fell the Chief of Staff position. Soon he'll be following Hunter around all, valeting him in all his matches like he's some Ric Flair. And then we have-
Latino: -Hitman of the Gods, 7 foot 6 inches and 476 pounds of complete merciful crap. And finally we have the guy with the knee cap made out of gold, Kudo Yasuda.
BK: You know I actually don't think they needed Kudo for his skills, just to say the Senatorial Stable still love the minorities. Possibly make Senator look good in his next campaign, wouldn't want "Steve Phillips hates Asian people".
Latino: I bet you we could cook up a good clip show of Senator beating up Yoko Satoshi and say it's true.
BK: Or make some footage of him locking the Victory Lock on the Emperor of Japan.
Latino chuckles and the two suddenly realize for a moment that they have had a moment without fighting or name calling. Finally both snap back into reality and come to realization what they are about to embark on.
Latino: Let's get ready to do this.
BK: Alright then.
Both of them walk out the room and BK slams the door behind him but you can still hear his ramblings down the hallway.
BK: But I'm still gonna whoop all their asses.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:38:26 GMT -5
Segment: Too close for comfort (Credit: Santiago)
The alphatron turns back on, placing us backstage in the ACW Arena. The camera then pans to Santiago slowly walking down the hallway, holding the title and drinking a bottle of water. He looks like he’s showered up from his match earlier when a voice is heard.
?: Santiago! Good going my man!
The camera pans over to see Hunter walking down the hallway with the World Title towards Santiago.
Hunter: Nice match man.
Santiago: Thanks.
Hunter: Why do you look so down?
They continue to walk down the hallway and Santiago takes a swig of water.
Santiago: I can’t do this anymore.
Hunter: What?
Santiago: It was too close, I can’t do this anymore. I need to make sure I don’t have another title match like that.
Hunter: Santi what does it matter?
Santiago: It….it just showed me how much more I have to work. There were so many opportunities for Jonny to pull off the win but I barely escaped.
Hunter: Hey, don’t worry ‘bout it now, you retained, and after I win my match, we’re going out to celebrate.
Santiago: Well almost losing the title made me realize how I was about to be one of the worst International Champions since FSX.
They then stop at the door of the Senatorial locker room.
Hunter: Like I said, you won, worry bout that later when you’re actually in jeopardy of losing it, now come on, I have to get ready, you can celebrate your retaining of the title with the Capitalists.
Santiago: Nah, go ahead, I gotta take a walk, think all this through.
Hunter: Santiago, seriously who gives a shit? YOU WON no need to piss and moan about it.
Santiago: Well, maybe I wouldn’t be like this is I had proper control over the match but how the hell will I learn to do that when I’m stuck tagging along with you?
Hunter: Whatever, I have to go, I don’t have time for this bull.
Hunter pushes the door opens then closes it behind him, as Santiago has already continued walking down the long, never ending like hall. Santiago looks around at his surroundings, he sees people talking, laughing. He then sees the ACW training gymnasium. He slowly turns his head around then walks to the gym. He slowly pushes the metal door open and looks into the gym.
“Textbook” Tim Dwight: Okay, when you are setting up the sharpshooter, you want to make sure to get the other leg over with the other one then you twist around and lock it in.
The camera appears behind Tim and his class of up and coming superstars and Santiago can be seen near the door in the background. Santiago has a look of sorrow on his face as he watches on the class which is being watched like a hawk by Tim, making sure they execute the move right on their partner. Just then Santiago shakes his head and turns around and opens the door. He steps out as the door slams shut and it echoes around the gymnasium. This catches the attention of the class, and Tim, wondering who was in the room. The camera then pans out to Santiago back walking. He continues walking in his straight line, right to hell until there is a turn. He turns the corner sharply on this inside and he and RDK bump into each other.
RDK: Hey watch….oh, it’s you.
Santiago: Oh, sorry man. My fault.
Santiago moves to the side of RDK and starts walking down the hall.
RDK: Hey, wait up a minute.
Santiago then stops and slowly turns around and looks at the Macho Man straight in the eyes.
RDK: What’s wrong man? Don’t you usually have some cocky comment to say to people?
Santiago: Not tonight.
He turns back around and steps forward. Each step feeling like a mile for the fallen angel which was Santiago. RDK: Man what’s wrong with you tonight?
Santiago ignores it and keeps on walking, minding his own business, yet RDK doesn’t want to mind his tonight. RDK quickly struts over to Santiago and grabs his shoulder he then swings him around.
Santiago (In a calm voice): Please don’t touch me.
RDK: What’s wrong with you champ? I mean you should be on top of the world, you just got your first ACW PPV win! Plus it was the first one of 2006, you’re turning a new leaf!
Santiago: At the pace that I’m going, no I’m not.
RDK: And what does that mean?
Santiago: Did you see my match?
RDK: Yeah, it was a great back and forth match until you took him out with that awesome submission.
Santiago: Yeah, well I saw it differently. I saw it as a warning. I saw my title reign which isn’t that long so far flash before my eyes. Jonny almost won on several occasions, I’m just lucky I was able to make him tap.
RDK: But that took skill man. You targeted the back and legs, you worked on them, then you applied pressure to where it hurt most.
Santiago: So what, now I’m just worried about losing this title. I want to be the next you, the next BK London. I want to be the next greatest with this thing.
There is a pause of silence until RDK looks around and smirks as if an evil idea came into the mind of an Arabian.
RDK: Well being with Hunter, trust me, you won’t get far.
Santiago: Exactly what I just said to him.
RDK: Well you know what, you have potential.
Santiago: Really?
RDK: Yeah…and I see the potential, yet all of those people out there haven’t yet. I see potential but it has not yet to be reached. And with me, you can do just that.
Santiago: What? I don’t follow.
RDK: I’m not saying dump the Senatorial Stable or anything, just stick around me for a while. I’ll teach you some new stuff, new attitude, new game plans, a new you.
Santiago: Like a manager?
RDK: No, managers are weak, can’t do shit. I’m more of a mentor, I teach will still being able to kick ass. So, what do you say?
Santiago thinks about it for a moment then looks around as if a Senatorial member were spying on him.
Santiago: I’ll do it.
RDK: OoOoOoOH YEEEAH
They shake hands to confirm this deal yet the crowd doesn’t know how to feel, with their eternal love of RDK and the evilness of the cocky, arrogant Santiago.
RDK: Okay, well I have to get ready for my match against Hunter and the rest of your friends tonight so you just go back to your locker room, lay back, put your feet up and relax. Watch my match tonight and try to study three things I do properly in the ring, I’ll meet up with you on Meltdown and we’ll see what you’ve learned from just a visual point of view.
Santiago: Will do……sir.
RDK: Okay, well I’ll be on my way now. Cya man, STUDY!
RDK begins to walk back off in the direction he was going before being interrupted by Santiago and just then, he is stopped again.
Santiago: Randy…..
RDK: Yeah brudah?
Santiago: Thanks.
RDK: No problem.
RDK then walks off. The camera then turns to Santiago who gets a sly smile on his face after thinking for a while.
Santiago: Hunter doesn’t even know what he’s in for.
Santiago then beings to walk off as the camera doesn’t move its position. The screen on the alphatron then begins to slowly fade away into the abyss of space.
Cut to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:39:17 GMT -5
Segment: Preparations (Credit: Senator, Kudo, Hitman, Hunter)
Coming back from the break, the Senatorial Office is occupied by none other than Team KYSPBA, consisting of Hunter, Kudo, Hitman, and Senator. Whatever else has happened tonight, the group now stands together, with only one thing on their minds.
The Senator: As we all know, this is it. This is when our plans culminate in one big match. For me, it is a homecoming of sorts, as I made my own Alpha Championship Wrestling debut at this very show, in this very match one year ago, and while my selected team did not win the match, I did manage to eliminate none other than the Macho Man RDK, a man who we face tonight. Well, this time, I intend to win, plain and simple. I may not have the best record in big matches, and some might say that I have a habit of blowing it on the big stage, but then again, I would like to hear that from Latino…who I defeated at Omega Effect, and who we also face tonight. We can, and we will defeat this team! BK London is nothing but an extremely talented, hot headed punk. We can beat him! Alicia Kitsune is a former colleague of mine, and as such, I can not help but notice how well our strategy has shaken her out of her usual comfortable status. She may be a formidable foe, but we can beat her! We have the better athletes, and we have the superior tactics. Sure, the pundits, the handicappers, and the armchair generals seem to think that this match is even, or heaven forbid, that the scales are balanced in favor of our opponents, but hey, we can use that to our own advantage! Kudo, you for one know how to take people by surprise…
Kudo: You know me well, Senator. I've been taking people by surprise since the moment I graced the ACW stage. Whether it be capturing the Entertainment Title in my first PPV match, or tearing down the notion that light heavyweights aren't up to a certain level in this business. I've surprised them all. Hell, even you yourself, Senator, know first hand that I will win at any cost, and that makes me a dangerous factor in this equation. And it seems like people are counting us as the underdogs in this match, in which case, they're setting themselves up for another surprise. Another BIG surprise...
Senator: Indeed. Oh, look at all those seven and a half foot giants on that other team! Wait, the only true giant is on our side! Hitman, you are more than the typical giant, and it is surely time to show that to the rest of the world!
Hitman: You damn right, Senator Steve Phillips! Team KYSPBA is taking over ACW! We've got that World Champion named Hunter, we got that lightning fast knee of Kudo, we've got the technical god named Senator and most of all, we've got the seven foot giant, tall, proud and defiant, Hitmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan of the Gods! And whoever wants a piece of me can take my size 25 boot and stick it up their...
The crowd shouts out the appropriate ending, even if Hitman himself is cut off by the Senator.
Senator: Woah, save it for the match, buddy! Finally, I come to the most underrated man in our company today. A man who is undoubtedly the true Ace of the Senatorial Stable, and arguably, of ACW as a whole. A man who is in the process of silencing all critics, and yes, is YOUR ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Hunter, I have complete trust in you to bring your A+ game to the table tonight, and surpass not only the competition, but all your previous efforts to date as well. Hunter, it is your time to shine, your spotlight, your responsibility to write your name in the annals of professional wrestling history, and that, my friend…
Hunter: ...is DEFINITELY the truth! Sure, maybe these people don't agree with my tactics, but I am doing all I can to keep this title and to cement my name into ACW history! And it's more than a guess when I say that I've succeeded! And now, here we are...Ragnarok. We're facing (as all of you have pointed out) some powerful opponents, but in the end we will be left standing as the victors! I know that people in the back have been saying that we can't do it...but today we will prove them wrong! It doesn't matter which one of us will be left standing, but whoever IS left standing will be forever cemented in ACW history, along with me of course.
He chuckles.
Hunter: But now, it appears that it's time for us to go. It's all happening so fast gentlemen! But it'll happen due to us and us alone! What, you may ask, is happening? VICTORY! Screw the non-believers, screw the cowards, screw everyone else! For tonight...
He takes a deep breath.
Hunter: ...WE HUNT!
The men all join Hunter in his cheers and decide that now would be the best time to file out, which they do say rather quickly. The match is approaching...
...their time has come.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:40:11 GMT -5
Match 6: Four on Four Elimination Match BK London, Latino, Atomic Kitsune, RDK vs. Senator, Hitman, Kudo, Hunter (Credit: AK / BK / Hunter / ??) Ragnarok has fully lived up to the expectations of ACW’s loyal fans, and as the last of the debris from the LHW match is removed, the fans get even more hyped, anticipating the main event. Philip enters the ring, and pauses for dramatic effect before speaking.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen… we have reached tonight’s main event, which is a four on four elimination match, and will decide the #1 contender for the ACW World Championship at Bloody Valentine. Introducing first, for the “Superfriends” team, from London, England, she is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune! ”I’m a Bomb” shakes the PA, and AK comes out with a spring in her step. She walks down to the ring, pausing obligingly for a photo or two, and then enters the ring quickly so that Philip can get on with his mammoth announcing task.Philip: The first member of Team KYSPBA… from Mount Olympus, Hitman of the Gods! ”Dirty Diamonds” has the crowd reacting loudly as Hitman steps through the curtain. Some of them boo, but after the evening’s shock announcement, most people cheer, wanting to make their real feelings known, and this produces a brief smile from Hitman. Resuming his normal persona, he heads to the ring without delay; AK stays in her corner, and keeps an eye on Hitman as he circles the ring before heading to his, though the presence of head referee Raymond Allen Fleming is a strong bar against any pre-match shenanigans.
Then – “Ooooooooh Latino!” is heard, and the booing becomes cheers once more, as AK smiles.Philip: Second in the Superfriends lineup… from New York, Victor “Latino” Laureano! Latino is fired up for the match; he literally jumps out on to the stage, and slaps his chest in characteristic fashion as he proceeds down the walkway. He circles the ring on the outside, greeting the fans there, before entering the ring and taking up position next to AK.Philip: For Team KYSPBA, from Kyoto, Japan… he is the current ACW Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuuuda! ”Poison” hits, and Kudo comes out at a jog. He moves quickly down to the ring and paces around inside it, psyching himself up. He and Hitman exchange a nod of acknowledgement, and Kudo continues to stretch, staying in top condition as he waits for the rest of the introductions to be completed.
There is a short pause, and then “Macho Man” hits, sending the crowd off metaphorically into the stratosphere.Philip: The next member of the Superfriends… from Yellowknife, Canada, he is the other half of the ACW Tag Team Champion… the Macho Man, R-D-K! RDK yells “OoOoOoOoOh YEAH!” as he emerges into the spotlight, getting the crowd even more heated up; he strides down the ramp, steps through the ropes to the ring and circles, deliberately pacing close to Hitman and Kudo to show he’s not intimidated by them. Then he moves to his own side of the ring, with several shouts of “Macho Man!” ringing out across the arena.Philip: Third for KYSPBA… from Washington DC, “Senator” Steve Philips! ”Hail to the Chief” plays, and the Senator walks out through his streams of tickertape and pyro. The crowd boos, but the Senator shrugs it off; he looks to be primed and in excellent condition for the match. He enters the ring on his own side, conserving his energies for the match itself.
As the last of the tickertape wafts to the ground, “Mic Check” is heard for the second time this evening, and the reception is almost entirely positive as the silhouette of BK is seen just beyond the curtain…Philip: And now, the final team member for the Superfriends… from Brooklyn, New York, “The Boy Wonder” BK London! BK walks out as he always does, as if he owns the place. Normally this annoys the fans, but tonight just such an attitude will be required for victory. He advances to the ring, gets in, and circles the corners that are not being occupied by KYSPBA; the crowd responds with plenty of support, and BK looks confident as he moves back to stand with his teammates.
Only one person is missing before the “party” can start, and the arena darkens, perfectly complementing the opening chords of “Ex Nihilo”.Philip: And the last member of Team KYSPBA, from Rochester New York, he is the reigning ACW World Champion… Andrew Hunter! Hunter’s trenchcoat trails behind him dramatically as he paces out the distance to the ring; his title belt glistens in the faint light. The crowd is less than welcoming, and Hunter simply smirks; he looks like a man who has everything worked out. Entering the ring, he makes sure that the opposition get a good eyeful of the belt before he goes to his own corner. The lights return to normal, and RAF takes the centre of the ring as Philip exits.RAF: All right Ladies and Gentlemen, I intend to ensure that this match is conducted to the highest standards of professionalism. I will not tolerate any sloppiness of behaviour, so be pre-warned. Send forward the people who are starting the match, and the rest of you weld yourselves to the apron until tagged. Do you understand? A few nods indicate the affirmative. The groups discuss amongst themselves; KYSPBA are quick to select Kudo, who takes up position near the centre. There’s a little more deliberation in the other camp, with BK wanting to take the start but Latino arguing that he should be held in reserve. BK grudgingly accepts the wisdom of this, and Latino walks forward to meet Kudo. Only when RAF is certain that everyone else is out of the ring and where they should be does he call for the bell to get the match underway.Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:41:02 GMT -5
Kudo and Latino circle, their ears being assaulted by the noise of the fans and the multitude of calls coming from their respective corners. Despite the potential for distraction, they keep their focus and close to attack range. Kudo’s famous speed serves him well and he gets in the first blows of the match, using his lightning kicks to drive Latino back toward the ropes; but Latino does not fall, and comes back strongly with rapid, short punches high on Kudo’s chest. He whips Kudo away from him toward the ropes; Kudo strikes them and backflips to land safely, pivoting around to hit Latino with a powerful blow from his calf. Latino staggers sideways a few steps, causing Kudo to shake his head in characteristic fashion and start yelling at his opponent. This only serves to get Latino fired up; he slaps his chest, in echo of Kudo’s own actions, and makes a sudden dash forward, catching Kudo off guard and knocking him down to a loud pop from the crowd.
At ringside, ACW’s announce teams are already getting deeply into the action.
Maxwell McNally: Listen to these fans, Eddie… we’re barely a few minutes in, and already the atmosphere here is amazing.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What do you expect, Max? This is ACW, and this match is about as stacked as they come!
Kudo nips up almost as soon as his body touches the mat. He launches into a fierce assault, focusing in on Latino’s thighs in an attempt to limit his mobility with a stream of swift, hard kicks, and Latino’s expression becomes increasingly pained. His confidence surging, Kudo tries to crown his attack with the Roaringiri – but it’s perhaps a little too ambitious, and Latino ducks the move smoothly, rolling sideways to pop up in range of his own corner. Three hands are at once offered to him; Latino tags out to the closest one, causing the crowd to cheer loudly and what sounds like a muffled cuss from BK, who is still itching to get into the fight.
AK starts as she means to go on; she gets up on the turnbuckle and then runs along the rope to its midpoint, springing off of it into a flying kick. Eyes alight, Kudo jumps clear off of the mat and the pair clash in mid air, both taking a hit – they drop to the mat and immediately start to batter one another with kicks at a staggering rate that makes a few people wonder if they’ve accidentally pressed the “fast-forward” button on their TiVOs.
Edison: Whooo-aa! I’m getting dizzy just watching this!
It’s Kudo who first gets a chance at a more substantial move, and he chooses his snapmare-to-back kick combination, which sends AK on to the mat. Kudo makes a pin, but AK kicks out-
McNally: With AUTHORITY!
- and beats Kudo in the race back to the vertical. Kudo’s the lightest member of his team, and AK doesn’t let this opportunity slip; she pulls off a stalling suplex, and makes the cover more for psychology than any realistic chance of getting a 3 count. On the apron, the Senatorial team is becoming increasingly vocal, and Kudo knows he needs to recharge after his initial burst of energy. AK tries to prevent the tag, but Kudo uses a sharp elbow strike to generate the space he requires and dashes back over to his teammates. Once again, three hands are extended – no one’s shy of getting involved, and Kudo opts to tag in the Senator. The crowd pops, simply enjoying the sight of so many ACW superstars pitted against one another, and the Senator moves in rapidly.
However, if the fans were expecting a technical tour de force from the Senator, they’re mistaken. The Senator has a very simple agenda; chop the opposition to bits. And what chops they are; AK reels under an almost frenzied string of blows, as the Senator does his best to trap her in a neutral corner. The fans get louder, but this is as nothing compared to the noise coming from her own corner; BK, RDK and Latino are all literally aching to get into the match, and AK steels herself, using the ropes on either side to flip up and over the top of the Senator and escape. The Senator turns around instinctively, but that’s a mistake; AK has turned to face him, and she leaves with a parting gift of a dropkick at close range that drives the Senator hard against the turnbuckle. Still a little dazed, AK tags the person who shouts the loudest at that precise second, and the pop is huge as RDK leaps over the ropes and makes straight for his foe…
McNally: Macho Man in the house! And he looks like he means business!
The Senator is not slow in coming to meet RDK; he lands a few chops, making RDK retreat backward a few steps, but RDK is one tough cookie and he retaliates with overhand punches culminating in a snap suplex. RDK goes straight for a cover, but RAF doesn’t even get down to his knees before the Senator kicks out. Both men get up quickly, and the Senator switches tack; with his teammates cheering him on, he gets behind RDK and executes a perfect German Suplex. The crowd’s attention is riveted on the ring as the Senator continues with the Sheer Back Drop Suplex, despite RDK doing his best to resist, and now a significant number of the fans are shouting for the Senator to complete the series. RDK does everything he can to stop the Senator from using the Liberaliser; he manages to stall things for a few moments, but the Senator prevails, and completes the Full Nelson Bulldog/Faceplant with exceptional power. RDK looks badly dazed, and the crowd continues to yell as the Senator pins for the first elimination of the match, 1,2-
Edison: London with the save! I didn’t even see him move!
McNally: Oh, and does head referee Raymond Fleming like that, Eddie? You bet your boots he doesn’t!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:41:54 GMT -5
RAF is indeed less than impressed; he shouts at BK, ordering him back to the apron. This is the cue for Hunter to slip into the ring; he and Senator pull RDK up and prepare to hit a double powerbomb, but RDK is not as dazed as they think, and he instead turns the whole thing around, pulling off a rough but effective double chokeslam. RDK staggers back, and the crowd continues to go nuts as Latino nips along the apron, and springboards into last night’s hangover, hitting both Hunter and the Senator together. However, all the commotion has attracted RAF’s attention; he turns, and seeing the ring filled with people who shouldn’t be there, proceeds to yell at everyone until they clear the ring, leaving just RDK and the Senator. RDK knows that he has a chance to knock out the Senator and goes for the Jabroni Buster right away – but now the Senator turns the tide and counters with a Partisan Kick. He drops into a cover and gets a 2 count; RDK kicks and shoves him away, and the noise from the corners ramps up again. Both men need to make a tag, and they half walk, half stagger back to their corners. Senator tags to Hunter, who wastes no time getting into the ring; RDK dives, and tags almost at random.
This time, BK is unmistakably heard berating RDK as he rolls out of the ring; AK seems a little surprised, but leaves the pair to bicker and instead runs forward to meet Hunter. She ducks under Hunter’s swinging punch, reaches the ropes and bounces back to knock Hunter down – but she lacks sufficient force to do so, and Hunter merely stumbles back a couple of steps. Hunter knows exactly what he wants to do; his second blow connects, and to everyone’s surprise Hunter goes straight for the Shotgun. AK kicks out of it just after the 2 count, but she certainly felt the impact intensely.
McNally: Hunter’s not holding anything back here… or do you think he was just trying to surprise his opponent?
Edison: I don’t know for certain, but Hunter’s not usually so gung-ho. I don’ think he’ll risk another move like that right away…
Edison’s assessment seems to be on the money; Hunter controls his movements, and switches back to a more traditional style, working over AK with forearm and elbow strikes. AK puts up her defenses, and Hunter isn’t able to connect many of his blows; though he remains outwardly calm, his expression becomes slightly more irritated – and then AK abruptly abandons her defensive stance and blasts Hunter with one, two, three hard kicks to the ribs. As Hunter catches his breath, AK hops up on the ropes and jumps into a graceful hurricanrana; she connects, and Hunter takes the full force of the move. AK covers, and gets a 2 count, as well as a less than friendly glare from her opponent; but Hunter has a plan up his sleeve, and now is the ideal time for him to use it.
Hunter takes a run at AK – and as he expects, she ducks, lacking the power to turn his momentum against him. Hunter carries on, and ploughs straight into the opposing team on the apron, knocking them all to the floor. A row immediately breaks out, as Latino, RDK and BK all try to protest; RAF’s attention is taken dealing with this, and this gives Hunter the opportunity he’s been seeking. He whips AK back into his own corner, where she runs on to an upheld fist from Hitman. Hunter sprints forward and delivers a splash; he tags in Kudo, and much to the anger of the rest of her team, AK is prevented from getting away by those on the apron as Kudo performs a second splash. Kudo tags Senator; the crowd, getting louder and louder, can see where this is heading, and the Senator drives an elbow into AK as he takes his turn. But it’s when Hitman is finally tagged in that the noise gets ear-splitting; Latino breaks off from arguing with RAF and tries to get around the ring, but there’s not enough time and the entire crowd cries out in sympathy as Hitman uses the biggest of big splashes on AK, who slumps down against the post looking badly drained. Hitman takes his time; he lifts AK up and almost casually slams her down before making the cover as RAF at last brings his attention back to the battle at hand. Crucially, though, he doesn’t count at once; having not seen Hitman’s tag, RAF questions the legality of the pin, and a few seconds are lost as he establishes that Hitman is in fact the legal man. Hitman seems unconcerned by the delay, and continues to cover; RAF counts, 1…2…-
AK gets an arm in the air, the crowd goes nuts, and Hitman looks genuinely surprised.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:42:45 GMT -5
McNally: Only 2.5 on the count… the Atomic one is showing why she’s rated as one of ACW’s greats, Eddie.
Edison: I agree, Max, but she’s got to tag out right away if she’s going to stay in this match. That was done on willpower alone…
Hitman gets up, and lifts AK easily so that her feet are a good foot or so off of the floor. He signals Zeus’s anger, but AK gathers her strength and pulls her feet right up. Using all her considerable strength she starts to kick Hitman repeatedly in the chest, and when that doesn’t work she almost inverts herself and-
McNally: OUCH! That’s gotta hurt…
Edison: Zap! Pow! Right in the kisser! Someone check that guy’s nose!
Hitman drops to his knees as AK connects with his face, and relinquishes his hold. AK scrambles for her corner and reaches for the tag; BK tries to push the others aside, but Latino takes exception to this and shoves back so that he in fact gets the tag. Hitman’s still on his knees, but Latino knows he won’t stay that way for long, and rushes in, clubbing Hitman around the head and shoulders. Hitman slowly forces his way back up, and as he’s propped on one knee, Latino goes for the Switchblade Cut while his foe is still in reach. The crowd roars; Hitman hits the canvas, and Latino quickly goes for the pin – but Hitman literally throws him off before the count can even begin, as if he barely felt the move at all. Latino looks stunned, and Hitman just gives him a flicker of a smile before grabbing him and producing an awesome Titanlock (swinging Full Nelson into Full Nelson Sitout Slam). Hitman pins, and Latino has to fight with all his strength to clear his shoulders from the mat just after the 2 count; Hitman stands back up, and looks to be in complete control of the situation, even going so far as to move a little closer to the opposition corner to taunt them as he executes another powerslam. But herein lies the error; Latino rolls over, and BK makes his move. Completely fed up with waiting for the tag, BK simply leans over and takes it, sending the crowd loopy and causing the KYSPBA team to protest on mass. But RAF has no doubts about its legality, and BK vaults the ropes, charging at Hitman with the speed and strength of a freight train.
Edison: THARRR he blows! BK’s on fire, Max!
BK has indeed worked himself into a kind of frenzy; he smashes Hitman in the abdomen with punches and kicks, forcing the big man to retreat, and then spots the rest of the opposing side on the apron. BK extends an arm and rushes in, clearing the decks and sending the whole group to the outside in a heap. The general sounds of fury have RAF rushing over, determined to stop yet another ring invasion; yet he’s in a no – win situation, since BK is signaling furiously for backup from the rest of his team. RDK slides into the ring, and both he and BK attack Hitman, pushing him back toward their own corner. Hitman holds his own impressively, but behind him the crowd is going nuts as Latino and AK climb up on to the turnbuckle, carefully balancing side by side.
McNally: My god… they can’t be seriously thinking…
A small nod from BK is the signal for the plan to be executed; with an absolutely huge effort, RDK and BK take a leg of Hitman’s each, and manage to lift him up in the air. They can’t hold this position long, but fortunately they don’t have to; AK and Latino breathe in, and then leap skywards toward their sizable target….
Edison: DAAAAAANNNNNNGERROOOUSSS!!!
Hitman can’t defend himself from this position, and the audience SCREAMS at the huge impact, fearing the ring is going to give way. Hitman is driven face first into the mat, and the look on the faces of the rest of the KYSPBA group is priceless as everyone else bails out, and BK makes the cover, 1….2….thr-
McNally: No! How on earth did Hitman manage to kick out after that?
Edison: We always knew Hitman was something special, Max, and this proves it!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:45:42 GMT -5
McNally: I just don’t believe it… we haven’t lost a single person from this match yet, and look at the clock! What is it going to take to eliminate any of these superstars?
Hitman pushes BK away; he’s not eliminated, but it was close and he needs to switch out. He crawls toward his corner; BK grabs his leg and tries to hold him back, but Hitman is too strong. He tags to the Senator who is nearest, and the Senator comes storming back into the match looking for some serious payback, chopping away at BK until he’s forced to retreat into his own corner. As soon as he does so, Latino tags him; BK looks annoyed at getting a taste of his own medicine, but Latino ignores him and rushes forward. His intentions though are derailed as the Senator demonstrates his raw power, delivering a barrage of chops that are too numerous for the fans to count. Latino stays standing, and eventually the Senator has to take a breather; Latino smiles, shakes his shoulders in classic style… and then pitches forward into an equally classic flop collapse, that makes the crowd laugh in spite of the seriousness of the situation. The Senator makes the cover, 1….2…. – Latino kicks out, and even the normally ice-cool Senator seems to be losing patience. He pulls Latino up and goes for a whip to set up a fresh Partisan Kick, but Latino reverses it, creating space so that he can make a quick swap. RDK is eager and ready; he tags and leaps in, and shouts at the Senator to bring it on. The Senator does so, and it’s amazing that either man can remain standing, such is the power of their blows against one another. The breakthrough comes out of the blue; RDK overdoes a forearm blow, and the Senator sees a chance to hit the “Dead End” Filibuster. But to do this, he has to get in very close to RDK – and as he commences the lift, RDK uses a swift headbutt to disrupt the Senator’s plans. The move only gives RDK a second to act, but he exploits it to the full; mobilizing all the power he has, RDK pulls off an almighty Macho Slam that practically sends the Senator through the ring. RDK pins straight away, and RAF counts, 1…..2…..three-
Senator kicks out hard, but RAF’s palm has touched the canvas. He nips up, and waves his arms, signaling that the count was indeed a three. The Senator, and indeed the rest of his team are already starting to argue as Philip makes the announcement.
Philip: The Senator has been eliminated, via Pinfall!
All is chaos for about 10 seconds; it looks as if another mass fight is on the verge of breaking out, but RAF isn’t about to lose control on HIS watch, and tells everyone to clear the ring. RDK wisely moves back to his own corner; it’s clear that the Senator is exceedingly unhappy with the decision, and RAF comes to the verge of disqualifying the entire team before he can be persuaded to exit the ring.
As things at last settle down, Kudo takes the initiative, and comes forward to take up the baton for his side. RDK moves toward him, and the match restarts, albeit with the Senator still watching closely from ringside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:47:06 GMT -5
Kudo goes on to the attack right away, doing his best to capitalize while RDK is worn down; he lays down a stream of blows to the abdomen, and then lures RDK close to the ropes to that he can use his flashback elbow. RDK stumbles, but keeps it together and strikes back with a couple of underhook rib punches. Kudo isn’t put off, and uses both hands and feet to continue working on RDK; RDK assesses his position, and then sends Kudo into the ropes. Kudo rebounds into a back body drop that gets great height, but flips over in the air to land safely; he’s close to his own corner, and decides to accept Hunter’s offered tag. Hunter then surprises everyone by getting up on the top turnbuckle; he’s not normally a high flyer, but tonight he’s clearly in the move to push the envelope. He produces a Kane-style flying clothesline, bowling RDK over and carrying him into a roll-up; RDK is caught out, and nearly follows the Senator out of the match, kicking free on the very cusp of the 3.
McNally: That was a close one. Hunter’s hungry for some individual glory.
Edison: Maybe, Max… Hunter always has been a gambling man. But boy are the stakes high here…
Latino yells to RDK for the tag; Hunter makes a grab for his opponent but misses, and the switch is made. The crowd cheers as Latino plunges into the fray; he and Hunter trade a string of rapid punches and kicks, before Hunter deflects his raging opponent by whipping him into the corner. He moves forward rapidly, but Latino leaps up on to the turnbuckle, and then triggers a wave of camera flashes by performing a gorgeous corkscrew moonsault, bringing Hunter back down to the mat. He pins, and almost gets a 2 count, but Hunter kicks out strongly and as the pair get up, he throws Latino to the outside through the ropes on his own side of the ring. RAF watches the non-legal participants like a hawk, as Hunter backs up and then performs a version of Latino’s own Pitbull’s Pounce to the outside; the pair scrap in front of the announce desks, bouncing each other back and forth between ring and table.
McNally: Hey! We’re working here, we’re working here!
Edison: Don’t be such a pansy, Max…
RAF counts for the pair’s excursion to the outside; he reaches seven as Hunter hits the Dynamite on to Latino, laying him out on the outside mats. Hunter slides back into the ring, watching Latino closely; Latino is up at eight, and tries to re-enter, but Hunter clotheslines him back off of the apron, going for a countout. The crowd boos, but Latino is no fool; he slips under the ring, causing Hunter to lose sight of him, and pops up right next to his own corner. RAF sees him re-enter just before the 10 count, and Latino tags BK just as Hunter turns around; BK is in the ring like a shot, and he goes for Hunter without mercy, laying into him with a myriad of blows and then delivering the Revolver. BK pins, 1..2.. – Hunter kicks out, but he seems to be becoming wary of the situation, and rakes BK’s eyes so that he can tag back to Kudo. The crowd boos again, thinking that Hunter is angling to be eliminated at a specific point in the match; whatever the case may be, Kudo re-enters the fray and it’s as if the enmity between himself and BK never ended. For about 2 minutes the pair trade strike for strike, slams and suplexes are liberally used, and it’s clear that both men want to claim the other’s scalp; but Kudo slowly starts to gain ground, and this culminates with a near-miss Yakuza knee that grazes the top of BK’s shoulder. BK smirks – and then gets hit with the-
Edison: BRAAAAINNBUSTTAHHH!!!
Kudo pins, RAF counts, 1..2..thr- BK kicks out at the last possible second, and a couple of people in the crowd look about ready to pass out from the excitement of it all. BK’s teammates shout for the tag, not wanting to lose their numbers advantage; BK is sorely tempted to ignore them, and Kudo challenges him to fight on until one conquers the other, but BK shakes his head, and tags without looking to see who he makes contact with. Latino is the “lucky” man; Kudo glares at BK, but the crowd is surprised and pleased to see BK being a team player at last, and applauds. Kudo isn’t quite so stubborn as to turn his back on Latino, but he’s clearly angry, and Latino feels the force of his wrath; now burning to score an elimination, Kudo goes all-out on Latino, and signals for the Go to Sleep. The crowd and his teammates yell a warning, and Latino dives out of the way; he ends up in one of the neutral corners, and promptly gets hit by a spear from his foe. Kudo tries to trap Latino, but Latino shoves him back and slips aside; Kudo jumps up on the turnbuckle, going for a Spiral Dropkick, but Latino is ready and gets up on the second rope. The crowd roars as Latino pulls off an avalanche Brainbuster of his own; Kudo is dazed, and Latino shakes his shoulders again, soaking up the adulation of the fans…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:47:46 GMT -5
But in one instant a mood can change. At this particular moment it switches from enjoyment to dread as the lights dim…not to complete darkness, but dark enough to disrupt the on-goings in the ring. Pupillary reflexes occur in the thousand sets of eyes as pupils dilate in order to adjust to the reduced light. The Alphatron initially turns black to contribute to the darkness before an image presents itself on the screen. It is a white surface, the brightness of which causes the pupils to contract again, making it hard look at the Alphatron directly at first. The footage is once again conveyed from the amateur camera that has featured prevalently in recent weeks. The image begins to move, not that it’s easy to notice due to the fine pain coating of white on the surface. It is not until it reaches a landmark, in terms of the surface, that you realize that it is a door. The “landmark” is a name plate, golden with black letters in a Perpetua Titling font that clearly reads “LATINO”.
McNally: Uh oh. This doesn’t look good…
After a few seconds of focusing on the name, giving anyone who may be a little slow to reading a chance to read the name, the name plate and door start to move away from the camera and swing inwards. The light, from the bright bulb left on inside the room, embraces the camera as it enters into the room. Immediately to the right we can see a bench with Latinos’ casual clothes draped neatly over. Below the bench is a pair of expensive looking shoes, placed tightly together as if they are huddling each other for security. An empty, deflated looking bag slumps lazily in front of the bench. The shot continues onwards and inwards on its self-invited tour of the room. On a table, a few feet from the bench, is a picture of Latino with his partner and lover Alicia Kitsune which rests on-top of a small black television which is at this moment transmitting images from ringside. The look of horror and anger on the face of Latino is prominent.
The shot swings to the left and into view comes a tall, polished mirror. The camera approaches it with the view focused downwards. It reaches the front of the mirror and a pair of large boots are revealed. The shot does not linger on them as it begins to pan upwards, next revealing a pair of thick, muscular calves covered by expensive looking leather pants. The legs suit the large feet perfectly. The legs widen to gigantic tree-like thighs as we continue the ascension up this mysterious anatomy. Next is the midsection which is broad, a requirement to support the even broader chest. The shot stops at this point and is now very apparent that the stalker is a man. All that is visible now is the broad shoulders and the strands of long hair that drape down over them and the muscular arm that holds the camera in place. The camera itself has a relatively old design, not very expensive and has a piece of tape covering one corner, maybe to hold something in place. It pauses for a moment to allow the tension to build. Are we going to uncover the mystery stalker?
The answer is no. The camera swings away from the mirror and focuses on the television sat on the table. On screen is Latino, slightly fatigued from the bout so far, looking up at the Alphatron, almost like looking into the lens of the camera. Suddenly, without warning, the shot tears away from the screen and makes its way hurriedly towards the door. It swings open in-wards and passes us by as the camera man exits the room. He takes a sharp right turn and dashes down the corridor before coming to a corner which he slows down at to adjust his weight to set off in the direction of the next corridor. A backstage worker comes into shot, stopping suddenly and looking in horror at the mysterious figure bearing down on him. He leaps out of harm’s way and lands on top of a table which until now had been empty. The shot races past him and continues to sprint down the corridor. From a door on the left another backstage worker emerges. Completely oblivious to the approaching figure he stumbles into the path of what is soon the cause of his downfall. The worker gets knocked painfully to the floor while the cameraman continues on course, seemingly unmoved, not even by the furious verbal abuse hurled at him by the now horizontal worker. After a few more feet and another corner turned the opening of the curtain which leads to the entranceway comes into view. At this point the camera plummets to the floor, hitting it with a satisfying crack as pieces of it fly off in different directions. The alphatron turns to static, then to black once again; now, out of shot, footsteps can be heard running toward the curtain…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 28, 2006 15:49:14 GMT -5
…until the sound is obliterated by a series of painful, metallic sounds, crunching, grinding… and to a few of those present, all too familiar. The guitar intro to Powerman 5000’s “Nobody’s Real” kicks in as a mighty shadow casts itself across the stage, and those closest to it start to react with utter shock…
… and then the lights blaze into life, revealing seven foot plus of pure, unadulterated power.
Edison: IT CAN’T BE!? NOT HERE, NOT NOW?!!.....
McNally: But it is, Eddie, it IS! TORAK!!
Latino is about as far from a coward as it’s possible to get; but he finds himself unable to move for a few seconds, his eyes riveted to those of the man who has been stalking him relentlessly, and everything falls into place. Torak’s green eyes are seething with a thirst for vengeance, and he sweeps toward the ring, his footfalls shaking the ramp and the floor it’s standing on.
AK and RDK are the first to move; they have both experienced first hand what Torak is capable of, but they still jump off of the apron and run forward to try and hinder his progress. It’s a brave but futile attempt; Torak kicks RDK backward, and then makes the crowd scream as he lifts AK up and falls backward, slamming her on to the metal ramp. RDK tries to reach her, and gets powerslammed for his trouble; Torak leaves them on the ground and continues relentlessly to the ring. Latino’s shock has become boiling rage; he yells at Torak, and the pair clash violently as Kudo and the others watch in stunned silence. Already worn from the contest, Latino is no match for the monstrous man-mountain, and Torak delivers his signature MediEvil Driver with devastating force. The crowd protests, and off-camera RAF can be heard shouting furiously for security; Torak remains strangely impassive as he lifts up a limp Latino and tosses him to the outside. He stays there, just staring at his crushed “target”; hence he does not see BK entering the ring behind him. Looking pretty angry himself, BK spins Torak around and delivers a string of forearm blows to his face… but they appear to have no effect whatsoever, and before he can act, Torak hoists BK up in the air, and throws him out of the ring over the top rope. There is a loud BANG, and a yell of shock from the fans on that side; the camera rushes around, and reveals that BK has hit the steel steps face first. He lies on the floor, barely moving…
Security is at last arriving in force, and RAF shows his mettle by walking right up to Torak, his face almost purple with anger.
RAF: That’s ENOUGH! I don’t know exactly who you are, sonny Jim, but I will not allow you to cause any more disruption to this event! Now you can attack me if you wish, but that will only cause all these gentlemen here to have to restrain you by whatever means are necessary. Now, are you going to leave quietly, or do we have to go through more of this ridiculousness?
Torak says nothing. He simply stares at RAF, and then at the KYSPBA team, who have very wisely stayed away from all the chaos. They can all see that Torak would think nothing of taking them apart, just for the perverse pleasure of doing so.
At last Torak turns, and silently leaves the ring, a look of grim satisfaction evident under his mask. As Security shadows his exit, EMTs arrive to attend to the injured; RAF is observing this when he sees the Senator speaking quietly to the timekeeper, who then calls RAF over. RAF listens, with a distasteful look on his face.
RAF: I suppose… that’s a very rigid interpretation of the rules… oh, very well. Jones, you make the announcement.
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