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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:00:18 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Bloody Valentine Saturday 25th February 2006
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------
Rawt vs. Andy Starr
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Kevin Anderson vs. Gary
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Tornado & Jake Cheng vs. Davey Marvel and ??
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ET title Ladder match Kudo vs. Dan White
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Affirmative Action vs. Torak
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RDK vs. The Senator
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Armada Triple Threat - FSX as Ref Bre Double T vs. Kudo vs. Jearus
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ACW International Title Match - Capture the Flag Santiago Rivera vs. Rena
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ACW World Title Match Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Hunter
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Important Note: This card has been ordered to meet various requests and requirements with regard to storyline events. The position of any particular match is not necessarily a reflection of its quality (in case anyone is concerned that their work has not been placed where they might otherwise expect to see it.)
That said, on with the show…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:02:47 GMT -5
A large burst of Pyrotechnics welcomes ACW’s fans to Bloody Valentine. The stage is set for another superb PPV; there may be no multi-man matches or other particular gimmicks this time around, but that doesn’t dampen anyone’s enthusiasm in the slightest. And if the crowd has been getting just a little knowing of late, thinking that even ACW has run out of ways to surprise them… they couldn’t be more wrong.
The alphatron is fired up, and the night’s entertainment gets underway.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:05:01 GMT -5
Segment: What Goes Around, Comes Around (Credit: WeDrag)
We cut to the backstage area, where Gary is aimlessly wondering around the corridors, as he usually does in shows. He has a small smile on his face, and suddenly sees a butterfly fly across the camera. What a butterfly is doing in this point of the year is beyond me, but it makes for some interesting action as Gary tries to chase this butterfly.
Gary: Hey, come back! Wait, don’t go through there, you’ll freeze to death!
Gary continues following the butterfly, regardless of where it goes. The butterfly would be able to fly straight into hell and Gary would still follow with total disregard to where he is. But he does not wander into hell, but rather a locker room that wasn’t there last week…
Kevin: Hey, get out of here!
Gary: Oh, hello Kevin! Why are you doing press-ups, you don’t have a match tonight.
Kevin: Uh Gary, do you not remember our little incident a couple of weeks ago?
Gary’s expression turns from a welcoming face to a confused face.
Gary: No, what happened?
Kevin sighs as he gets up from off the floor. He gets up and puts on a jacket.
Kevin: It doesn’t matter. But the fact is that we’re facing each other later tonight, whether you like it or not.
Gary still looks confused, but Kevin glares at him. Gary then bursts into a smile, nodding his head.
Gary: TAG! You’re it!
Gary runs out of the way of the camera, with Kevin looking rather pissed off, to be frank. But he has his chance to finally silence Gary once and for all. It’s just a matter of whether or not he’ll be able to finish the job…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:07:18 GMT -5
Segment: Noose Cannon (Credit: Torak)
We are often told; what we don’t know can’t harm us. A prerequisite for the theory that ignorance is bliss. Yet it is sometimes not knowing that can harm us mentally. Living in a state of obliviousness, evaded by truth with the facts shrouded in secrecy can fill us with a feeling of insignificance, not important enough to know the truth. It can also create paranoia. You look over to a crowd of people locked in conversation. The distance between you and them is too much to overhear their discussion. You notice every so often one of them may glance over at you before quickly reverting their attention back to the conversation. A few of them share a smirk. Your paranoia kicks in and fills your head with sentiments of delusion. They are speaking ill of you, plotting your social demise, mocking you and eternally banishing you from their group. If only you could confirm this. Who said what we don’t know can’t harm us?
What we do know at this moment is that we’ve paid a visit, invited or not, to a familiar location. Un-decorated and un-furnished, it has been a setting for many alarming incidents in recent weeks. We are, of course, looking in, a fly on the wall in Torak’s seemingly secret room in the depths of the ACW arena. The shot pans across and an immediate panic sets in throughout the arena as a taut rope hangs from the ceiling. What is suspended from it is yet unknown but the paranoia and disturbing assumptions whirl together in the minds of the most imaginative. The shot slowly descends and reveals a bit of human skin. Further descending reveals this skin to belong to a hand. Not as bad as first presumed, but still possibly bad news. The shot begins to zoom out now and before long the full picture is apparent. Suspend by the rope is an unknown figure, tied to the tense, rough brown rope by his hands. His identity is masked by a black burlap sack that covers his entire head. He is not alone though. Next to him is another poor soul, tied to a similar tight rope descending from the ceiling. He also dons a black burlap sack. There is something eerily familiar about the two mysterious men. Their attire of both men, you’ve seen them before. The man on the left, an African-American, wears short tights, red and silver in color. His hanging partner has a more latin complexion and is wearing red and white tights. A general feeling of horror overcomes most on-lookers as they fear the worst.
One man can certainly exacerbate such a feeling. Torak emerges on screen and situates himself immediately in front of the two. He lets out his psychotic laugh that has become almost a catchphrase for Torak in recent appearances. He turns away from them both and collects something out of shot. He slowly lifts an object into full view which brings a cry of despair from the crowd. It’s a rather sturdy looking steel pipe. He gazes at it hypnotically. You half expect the pipe to begin to melt, either from super-mental powers, or just like most, total fear. Even inanimate objects could be excused for fearing Torak. He tears his attention away from the pipe and wickedly glares at the man on the left. He measures up…and viciously strikes him in the midsection with the pipe. The man lets out a muffled groan and a few seconds later a drip of red liquid creeps out from under the burlap sack. Torak switches his focus to the second man with the latin complexion. He closes in and sneers at him before delivering a brutal backhanded swing to the Lattissimus dorsi (or the lateral muscle for all you non-educated people). The recipient of the blow let’s out an agonizing yelp. The mark left by the strike is enough to make anyone cry. Torak returns to the man on the left, his once dark complexion now looking a bit paler. Torak glances down and without a second though smashes the pipe into the right knee, undoubtedly shattering it, coaxing a blood curdling scream from the man. It’s the second man’s turn next, a terrifying fact that he is fully aware of. Not even preparing himself would cushion the brutal wallops distributed by Torak. Feeling a presence near him and with the anticipation of the imminent strike the man cracks. His voice blubbing as he pleads through the burlap sack.
“No please, don’t hit me again! Hit him, hit him instead just don’t hit me!”
There’s something quite not right here. Even through the stifling fabric of the sack the voice doesn’t match up to the early assumptions. Not that it takes anything away from the segment.
The other figure is in too much anguish to reply to this attempt to sell-him out. Torak lifts the pipe up in the air, looking for the fatal blow…but then drops the pipe mercifully. Both his gigantic hands reach up and grab a handful of burlap before tugging them both away, exposing the distressed faces of two complete strangers. The fellow on the left is openly and understandably sobbing. The other manages to control his tear-ducts, but pain is written all over his face. Neither man can stand to look at their captor. Torak looks at them both before bursting into that deranged, thundering laughter that echoes throughout the entire arena. His laughter stops instantly as he seizes both men in his hands, clutching at their necks. The man on the left stops crying, now possibly too scared to. Both of their lips quiver as Torak eyes them up like a butcher selecting his daily livestock. At one point you even think you saw Torak sniff them, like some beast that has just lured two helpless animals to his lair for feeding. He releases his grasp on the two men and backs away before leaving the room, leaving them helplessly hanging there.
A moment passes until the man on the right, barely into his twenties, turns to the other who is possibly even younger. He asks sympathetically and guiltily:
“Are you okay, man?”
The young man is incredulous to the situation, shaking his head in denial attempting to convince himself this is merely a nightmare that he will wake up from in due course.
He stops jabbering and looks up at nothing in particular. He utters in remembrance;
“I only asked for an autograph.”
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:09:25 GMT -5
Match 1: Rawt vs. Andy Starr There is a sense of distinct unease in the arena; Torak has a knack of doping that to people. Fortunately, Philip Jones is just the man to get things back on track, and he looks spiffing in his tuxedo as he enters the ring.Philip: The first match tonight is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Berlin, Germany and being accompanied by Gelale…. Rawt “The Crippler” Ross! ”Another one bites the Dust” hits, and Rawt enters to plenty of boos from the fans. This seems to be just the way he likes it, and he and Gelale walk down to ringside with an air of total confidence; Gelale remains on the outside and Rawt enters the ring, holding his arms aloft.
There is a short pause and then “No Shelter” hits; the fans leap on their feet eager to see one of ACW’s less frequently seen but still immensely popular superstars.Philip: And his opponent, from Kelso, Washington…. Andy Starr! Starr comes out of the back at a run, blurring past the fans at the barrier. He slides into the ring, passes a bemused Rawt and slides out on the other side, jumping on to the announce table as the fans go wild and startling the incumbent announce team. Then he backflips off elegantly and gets back into the ring, where Rawt simply strokes his stupendous facial hair with a half-smirk.
The referee sees that all is ready, and calls for the bell.Bell Rings. At first glance it seems that Rawt has an advantage over his lightweight opponent, and he moves forward at once throwing out powerful punches. Starr’s no rookie, however, and lightly avoids them, then nips forward and kicks Rawt in the gut to deliver a swift DDT. The fans cheer as Starr makes the first cover, 1,- Rawt kicks out strongly, and Gelale shouts encouragement from the outside as both men get back up on their feet. This time Rawt is a little more careful and pays attention to Starr’s movements, timing his blows to connect; Starr stumbles, slightly dazed, and Rawt follows through with a neat side slam and pin of his own. Starr also kicks out well before the 2, and the fans can tell that this contest is most certainly not going to be a 2 minute squash. Keeping the pace up, Starr whips Rawt into the ropes; Rawt grabs them and prevents himself from returning so that Starr has to move forward to attack. The pair trade blows on the edge of the ring, and Gelale creeps forward, grabbing Starr’s feet to stop him moving away again. The crowd protests and the referee admonishes Gelale, but misses Rawt choking Starr against the ropes; Starr however gets out by raking Rawt’s eyes and then sends him sideways into a different corner. The impact is strong and Rawt gasps; Starr runs forward and makes the crowd yell with delight by using a Monkey flip. He pins, and almost gets a 2 count; Rawt looks seriously annoyed, and shoves Starr away petulantly. The crowd laughs and Starr hops up, taunting Rawt with a charming smile. “Charm” isn’t a skill that Rawt possesses in any quantity, and he gets up and advances on his opponent with a stern look on his face. Starr sidesteps and tries to sweep his opponent’s legs, but Rawt jumps over and smashes an elbow into the side of Starr’s head, making him stagger in a slightly stunned fashion. Wasting no time, Rawt grabs Starr and delivers a scoop slam; Starr picks himself up but only gets a shoulder tackle for his troubles, and the crowd boos as Rawt forces Starr into a grapple and repeatedly headbutts him until Starr slips down to his knees. Rawt kicks him over, and makes a cover, 1…2- Starr kicks, much to the crowd’s relief, and a chant of “Let’s go An-dy” starts up. Undeterred, Rawt lifts his opponent for a powerslam, but Starr struggles free and then delivers a strong dropkick to the chest, sending Rawt back into the corner. With the crowd cheering Starr runs in and performs a splash, following it up with a counted 10-punch; Rawt looks dazed, and in an effort to buy him some time Gelale gets on the apron and tries to distract Starr. The referee is annoyed, but not so much as Starr who gives Gelale a shove, sending her backward on to the outside mats; the crowd cheers, and as Rawt regains his senses and makes a grab for his foe Starr dodges and then lashes out with a backward kick, putting Rawt off balance. As Rawt tries to steady himself, Starr jumps on to the ropes and uses a springboard plancha to drive him to the mat; the crowd shouts in support as Starr carries it over into a roll up, and the referee counts 1….2.. – Rawt breaks free, but it was a close call, and the fans continue to cheer and whoop as Starr springs back on to his feet, daring Rawt to prove he’s the better man. Rawt picks himself up and stares Starr down; he may be facing one of ACW’s established names but he’s not about to give any ground, and as Starr moves in quickly again Rawt stays calm and uses his own momentum to whip him into the nearest ropes. Starr bounces back into a mighty backbody drop, and Rawt turns and is ready to collect him as Starr hits the mat. A string of underhook punches soften Starr up for an Atomic drop, and Rawt uses a swinging arm to send Starr to the mat where he presses his windpipe with a boot for the 5 count until the referee orders him to stop. Rawt drops and pins and gets a 2 count, but Starr is never going to concede defeat that easily and kicks out with a passion. The crowd shouts, willing him on and Starr builds a head of steam; he kicks Rawt repeatedly and then slips around back, applying a full nelson. Rawt is under pressure, but refuses to stay still and the pair stumble around the ring – Rawt knows where he’s aiming for and indeed Gelale appears as they draw close to the ropes, hitting Starr in the back and distracting him. The referee is about ready to send Gelale to the back, but she’s helped her man turn the tide – Rawt frees himself, hits Starr with a swift forearm to the face and then delivers a powerbomb. The crowd groans as Rawt pins, 1…2… - Starr kicks out at the last moment and the fans cheer, infuriating both Rawt and Gelale. Starr rolls out from underneath Rawt, and knees him in the side of the head as he’s getting up; with the fans yelling he summons his strength and goes for the Exploding Starr (Wrist Clutch Exploder), but Rawt kicks and resists, forcing Starr to drop him back to the mat. The moment his feet touch, Rawt lifts Starr and hits his own Bomb Drop, a full power sitdown powerbomb; he pins immediately, and the referee counts 1…2…3- Starr kicks, but just on the wrong side of the 3, and the bell rings. Philip: Here is your winner… Rawt! Rawt’s music plays, and the fans boo; Rawt holds up both arms and then exits the ring, where Gelale congratulates him. The pair of them give Starr a last look before heading to the back – in the ring Starr is evidently angry at the result, but nevertheless gets up and hails the fans, who respond with cheers. He slides out of the ring and circles, meeting and greeting a lucky few from the audience as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:10:30 GMT -5
Segment: The Pole (Credit: Jake Cheng) The Untouchables The camera zooms away from the nameplate on the door just in time to have it open. Jake Cheng comes out and shuts the door behind him.
Jake motions for the Cameraman to follow, and he does. He follows behind Jake, turn after turn. Twenty hallways later, Jake turns around, walking backwards to cut a promo.Jake: Davey, you have two options. You could end up getting this amazing partner that no one would expect to return. Hell, you could get Bladeshadow to come back. We’d all welcome him with open arms. Jake, for once, successfully does not break kayfabe by not ragging on Bladeshadow about...well you all know.Jake: But then there is option two. You could find shit. Like Pre....nevermind. Well, he didn’t completely break it....Jake: You’ve got connections, kid, I’m not gonna lie. I mean, if you pull some strings you probably could get it so Kudo would be triple booked. You’d probably win too, since Kudo is the strongest member of the Untouchable’s former enemy stable, the Armada. Oh, and when I say strongest, I’m not talking wrestling wise; I’m talking about his stench. He fucking reeks. Jonny and Dan can back me up, they’ve had more match with him than I have. Thank God, I’ve only had one! No wonder he is the longest reigning Entertainment Champion, all he has to do is raise his arms and even Torak will give up. Jake starts to jog backward, throwing jabs in the air to get warmed up. Then he turns around. Silence. Then laughter. Laughter from everyone in the arena, and from everyone at home watching the PPV. Jake hit his head on a low pipe, must be really low since Jake is the one of the shortest superstars in the federation, and falls to the ground. He’s out cold.Pole: 1 Cheng: 0Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:12:40 GMT -5
Segment: The First blow of many (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens the camera gets a shot at the sold out ACW arena and all the fans are simply going nuts as they finally get their chance to be on camera. Various signs are now given a shot on the Alpha-Tron right before "Whoa" by Lil Kim sounds throughout the arena. The crowd murmurs amongonst themselves of who music this could be and it's none other than BK London's wife, Kiley Johnson. The ACW fans haven't been treated to the former ACW diva lately but she still proves that she has one of the baddest bodies ever to grace the squared circle. As she moves the bass of the of the song.
As she steps into the ring and the music begins to fade and now the wolf whistles have become more apparent. Philip hands her a mic and she looks to both sides of the crowd before blowing a kiss, getting a pop from the crowd, finally after a few months of being out, she decides to speak.
Kiley: Well hello there ACW...
The crowd continues to cheer for the wife of BK London.
Kiley: You know over the past few months I have been out being a mother to my daughter Princess, and I have been watching ACW programming lately and I have to say that ever since most superstars were released last summer, right now is the peak of ACW's success, Am I right?
[Insert cheap pop here]
Kiley: And I think I know the cause of such quality of matches and segments overall in ACW, so right now I'm going to bring out the reason for all this. Ladies and Gentlemen of ACW, get on your feet, for the baddest man in ACW and my love muffin, B-K London!
"Mic Check" by Juelz Santana blares through the speakers and the crowd continues to give the Triple Crown Champion, the mixed reaction he has been recieving over the past few months. While many fans enjoy his rebellious and relentless style, some fans abhor it and say that ever since joining ACW his wrestling quality had declined, but one thing for sure is that he puts the butts in the seats. BK London, in his non-wrestling attire, appears on the stage with his dark shades and he beats his chest before walking down to the ring. He hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring before giving his wife a peck on the cheek. BK then hops up on the middle turnbuckle and beats his chest before raising his arms in the air, soaking in the reaction of the crowd whether it be good or bad. The camera gets a shot of him on the top rope with the hundreds, maybe even thousands, of bulbs flashing around him. He hops down from the middle turnbuckle and takes off his sunglasses and stands next to his wife. Kiley hands him the mic and he prepares to speak and he can hear some chants of "BK" throughout the arena and he pauses before speaking.
BK: Just five days ago on Warfare - just five - BK London added stroke to his win column with his huge - HUGE - win over that giant, green, creepy, david-banner-looking-son-of-a-bitch, Torak! And because of that win tonight, I am here tonight, and for some strange reason I have to take on Torak again, but this time I have a little partner with me, nobody big just some goof named Victor. Not a big person at all. Sure, he's won the ACW Tag Team Title and the International Title but come on, not only did I have a better reign than him, but I won both of those titles freakin' twice! Give it up for me!
Kiley stands by her man and gives him a round of applause but the reaction isn't the same for most of the crowd. She then begins to look around wondering why they aren't giving the same reaction and BK's just standing there, with his hands in the air and eyes closed, expecting to be showered with cheers and applause but only the boos from the crowd apparrent. He slowly puts his arms down and raise the mic back up to his face.
BK: I'd say you people don't appreciate greatness, but that line is way over used. So I'm just gonna get straight to the point and call each and every one of you freakin' retards. It just plains saves time.
Kiley whole-heartedly agrees and she smiles as much heel heat is given to the two.
BK: So as I was saying, because of my win over Torak I have to team up with Victor and face Torak in a handicap match. Now, right at this very moment I expect Victor to bring his ass out here, not only to give ME an apology for interfering in MY match, but to thank me for saving him from a one on one asskicking with Torak. So come on Victor, get your orange picking ass out here...
BK rests his arms on the ropes and he waits for Latino to come down to the ring. Nothing can be heard for the first five seconds and BK is just about to call Latino again until "Lowrider" by War hits and Latino makes his way down to the ramp. There is no dancing, no playing towards the fans, but Latino focuses on his "tag team partner" in the ring. The camera cuts to BK and he is seen smiling in the ring with his arm around Kiley as Latino enters the ring. Latino walks up to BK and he grabs the mic out of his hand.
Latino: Hehe, you expect me to give you an apology for interfering in your match? Your lucky I don't give you a black eye right now much less an apology. And what's about a thank you? Listen, I wanted Torak one on one, I don't know why you decided to get involved.
At this time BK is just staring at Latino, smiling and he has a mic in his hand after just being handed it by Kiley.
BK: You wonder why I got involved Victor? I admit it, it was your business, I wasn't going to get involved. Hell, if I wasn't involved for sure I would've been in the main event of the PPV and I would've won the ACW Championship TO-NIGHT! But no - oh no - you couldn't control the man that you wanted to face one on one, and he came after me and gave me a damn concussion. But you know what, fuck it, we'll see who's business is who's when I make Torak tap out tonight.
Latino: You make Torak tap out? No, no, no, if anything, tonight I'm going up to that top rope and I'm gonna deliver the biggest Frog Splash I have ever given to anyone and get the 1-2-3.
BK: Please, I've seen your Frog Splashes, and buddy - I'm not impressed. You couldn't Frog Splash your way out of a paper bag, much less to victory tonight.
Latino: I've sure beaten you with the move a few years back..
BK: OH that one time! Oh, oh, oh, what about that time I made you tap out? Yeaaah, you thought I didn't remember that eh you puto?
Latino: Hmmm...pick a hand?
BK: What?
Latino delivers a swift but effective jab to the jaw of BK London and then the pummel continues with his shuffle jab combo. BK's sunglasses falls out of his hand and now Latino attempts to follow up with a Discuss punch but BK ducks and Latino takes Kiley in the process. Latino looks down at what he has done and just then out of nowhere - WHAM - Shades of Michaels to the chin of Latino. Latino is layed out on the ground and BK just looks down at him. The memory of HBK/Hogan immediately pop into the minds of the superstars and BK smiles at what just happened, getting the first hit after months of not being able to touch Latino. The feeling....it feels good. BK steps through the ropes and outside the ring before pulling Kiley out the ring, under the bottom rope. He carries Kiley on his shoulder and looks back in the ring smiling at the now staggering Latino. Latino holds his jaw as he looks up at BK. The crowd is booing BK London as he continues his way off the stage and through the curtain. With this just happening less than one hour before their match, you've got to believe that the tension between the two partners are taken to a new level.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:13:47 GMT -5
Match 2: Kevin Anderson vs. Gary (Credit: WD)
To be fair, as Philip enters the ring the crowd aren’t sure what to think as they read their programmes and see at what the next match is going to be. But it does leave an interesting question, if ACW’s resident jobber Gary can actually defeat a man with no in-ring experience whatsoever. Philip looks at the card, with a look of distort as he loudly reads it out.
Philip: The following...match...is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, weighing at a total of 178 lbs, he is ACW’s chief interviewer, Kevin Anderson!
Kevin’s music hits the PA system, and it sounds like a completely cheesy 80s track that just came out of Hunter’s collection. Kevin himself sounds surprised as he trots out to the ‘beat’, clearly not happy with whoever had the duty of picking his music. However he tries to leave the track to do its job, and walks down to the ring. Some fans cheer, mainly in the front section but others look a little disappointed that rather than this slightly overweight man didn’t come out in spandex or lycra, instead wearing a baggy basketball shirt and some tracksuit bottoms. It’s clear that his physique almost matches to that of Scott D’Amore as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. He takes a deep breath, and rubs his hands as Philip prepares to announce Gary.
Philip: And weighing at a grand total of 145 lbs, Gary!
’Loser’ by Beck hits and the fans are on their feet as Gary makes his way out onto the stage. He looks a little pleased with himself, and who wouldn’t be if you’re set to win your first match in forever? As he skips down to the ring, Kevin looks a little smug as he grabs the microphone off Philip and swiftly bellows down it.
Kevin: Whoa come on, cut the music. Gary, I have a proposition for you. I don’t want to sound like the bad guy at all, because that’s not what I’m about. But I want to ask you something. If we were both to put our jobs on the line for this match, would you accept? That would mean that if I lost, I would quit being an interviewer, but if you lost, you would quit being a wrestler. You down with that?
Some parts of the fans boo as Kevin hurls the microphone towards Gary. Gary manages to catch it with one hand, spin it like a Colt .45 and place it to his mouth. Kevin looks a little surprised at this as Gary provides him with his answer.
Gary: Well I don’t know...I will, but only if you let me become your replacement if I beat you!
Gary jumps up and down in excitement and Kevin groans, almost being forced to accept the stipulation. Gary smiles as his music hits again and he climbs up the steel steps, entering the ring. He climbs up one of the turnbuckles and Kevin sighs again as he waits for Gary to finish up, so the match can commence. Gary jumps down and Philip leaves the ring as this match gets ready to begin.
Bell Rings.
Kevin and Gary step up in front of each other and it shows that Kevin is only about three inches taller at 5’10”. Gary steps back though and extends a hand, and Kevin shakes it immediately, stressing that he doesn’t want to look like the bad guy. But with both jobs on the line, the men both know that they have to win. Gary starts by getting Kevin in a front grapple hold, but Kevin manages to shove Gary off. Gary looks at Kevin and tries to lock in a side headlock, but Kevin again shoves Gary off. But Gary as ever refuses to take no for an answer, and comes back once again. This time Kevin grabs Gary around the neck, locking in his own headlock, but doesn’t stop there and flips Gary over, taking him down so he’s on his back. Gary looks on as he gets to his feet, and Kevin lets out a little grin as he cracks his knuckles and stands in a wrestling stance, ready to continue. The two get into a grapple with Kevin looking more confidant than Gary. But Gary quickly whips him at the ropes and Kevin, with his lack of ring skills, doesn’t take it well and bounces off it still going in a forward motion. The impact forces him back and he is unable to remain standing, and he falls to his arse, with the arena filling with laughter. Kevin is quick to get back to his feet and he looks at Gary with a hint of embarrassment still clear as he gets into another grapple hold. Gary wins again, whipping Kevin at the ropes again but this time Kevin bounces off rightly, only to be taken down with a boot to the face by Gary.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:14:50 GMT -5
Gary grins as Kevin falls to the floor, and he makes the cover, getting a two count from the referee, who appears to be another new face in ACW. Gary gets up slowly, and lifts Kevin up as well. He tries to hit his scoop slam, but like with most opponents, and even with Kevin he fails to do so. Kevin smiles as he capitalizes on this opportunity, grabbing Gary by the head and forcing it down on his out-stretched knee. He repeats the strike, and a third time when he lets go, and Gary sinks to the floor. Kevin stops to take a breath, and then thinks about what he might do next. He’s stuck in two minds, pondering whether or not to climb the top rope, or stay on the ground. With Gary almost regaining consciousness he decides to stay on his feet, grabbing Gary by the foot and giving an attempt to lock in the half-nelson crab. Gary struggles around a bit but Kevin gives him a couple of stomps inside the groin, but not enough to get a DQ. The fans though see this and don’t like it at all as Kevin locks in the hold, and the boos start the flow through the arena. Kevin chooses to ignore them; applying pressure to the hold and it actually works as Gary starts wailing in pain. Kevin his a small grin on his face, knowing that the match may soon be over, but Gary shuffles around and amazingly it knocks Kevin off balance, and he falls to his feet. Gary uses the chance to crawl over to the ropes, and he grabs them firmly with both hands. He helps himself up and gets up to his feet, waiting in the corner for Kevin to follow.
Kevin slowly picks himself up, but appears hurt, especially around the lower back region. Gary slowly goes to the corner, and grapples with Kevin from the front. He tries an Irish Whip, but Kevin reverses it into one of his own. Gary flies back and Kevin bends over, lifting Gary up and forcing him to fly up and over and towards the ground. Kevin makes the cover, thinking it might be over: 1...2...kickout by Gary. Kevin looks a little annoyed as Gary gets his shoulder up, but calmly picks himself back up. He gets Gary up and puts him in the corner, and proceeds to give him a hard knife-edge chop to the chest. The fans burst into a large ‘WOOOOOOO!’ as this happens, but Kevin doesn’t follow up with any more chops, instead whipping Gary to the opposite turnbuckle. Gary falls into the turnbuckle, but as Kevin runs at him he turns and gives him an elbow in the face. Kevin stumbles a couple of steps back, and this allows Gary to try and connect with a bulldog. Only Gary mistimes the jump and fails to make any connection whatsoever with Kevin, and lands in an awkward sitting position, making it clear that he’s hurt his tailbone. Kevin quickly regains composure, and turns around, kicking Gary hard in the back. Gary screams in pain but Kevin decides to give him another kick, and so hits it. Kevin lifts Gary up and gets him in a suplex position, but as he lifts Gary he keeps hold of a leg, hitting a Fisherman’s Suplex. The fans look a little concerned, and think it may be the end of the match as Kevin makes the cover:
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Kickout by Gary!
The fans begin to cheer, and Kevin just has a look of shock as Gary slowly rolls away and gets to his feet. Kevin’s expression turns from shock to anger, and he tries to take Gary down with a clothesline. But Gary drop toe holds him, and manages to keep his legs tied up enough to get an Anklelock variation locked in. Kevin screams in pain, but refuses top tap and instead manages to turn around onto his back, and kick Gary off with his free foot. Gary flies off, and Kevin gets to his feet. The two run into each other, almost colliding but Kevin has a different idea, side-stepping Gary and grabbing him by the neck, forcing him to the mat with a Neckbreaker. He rolls onto his back, as the referee checks both wrestlers, and starts making a count: 1……2……3……4……5 at this point Kevin slowly rolls over to the ropes, and by the count of seven he manages to pull himself up to his feet. He lifts Gary up, and delivers a forearm to the face. Gary stumbles back a bit, and Kevin takes his time before hitting another one. But Gary manages to duck the forearm, kicking Kevin in the gut; he then puts Kevin between his legs, lifts him up pulling the tracksuit bottoms of Kevin and delivers a hard Piledriver! The fans just look in amazement as Gary slowly gets to his feet, and climbs the top rope. He tries to keep his composure, but manages to jump off, hitting a near-perfect 450 Splash onto the body of Kevin. The result of the move is a pinfall, and the referee makes the count, along with the entire arena:
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Philip: Here is your winner, Gary!
Gary throws his arms in the air. He cannot quite believe what he’s done, and even though it was against someone with no in-ring experience, Gary jumps up and down, delighted with his victory. Kevin meanwhile is completely flat out, and the referee merely nudges him with his foot to see for signs of life, but nobody here can deny that Kevin’s arrogance and cockiness didn’t deserve the way he lost. Gary leaves the ring with a broad smile upon his face, and throwing his arms up and down in the air as he walks. As he finally leaves the ring area, Kevin suddenly bursts into some form of life, slowly climbing to his feet with the help of the referee. But the main point is that he’s lost, and not only that, but he’s lost his job as an interviewer. One can only wonder how the style of ACW’s interviews are going to go in the future, as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:16:11 GMT -5
Segment: Turmoil (Credit: The Senatorial Stable)
Coming back from the break, the Senator is in his office, with Scott Andrews and Lex De La Rocha speaking with him.
The Senator: So then, I do believe this is the first time that I have been able to actually give you the good ol' Stable speech, my friends. I know that Hunter probably told you about everything you needed to know when you joined the Stable, but I figured that I also should have done so as well. We do not dictate to each other what path we take, but we all are on one accord as we do watch our stablemate's backs, and I personally try to make sure to keep the squabbling to a minimum. We work as a unit, we behave as a unit, and that is why we have as many titles as we have right now and why we are the longest lasting group in ACW history. Any comments?
Scott: All I can say is that we are honored to be a part of this legacy. It's not everyday you get an invite into the Senatorial Stable. It's something I personally feel makes the CBK into major league competitors now. I mean before now, sure, we were big in the tag division, but now we're that much higher than the rest. It feels great to know our backs are safe, even though we could take out anyone by ourselves. Right, Lex?
Lex: That's right. The Cold Blooded Killers are dangerous, just like the name suggests. And the sooner people start realizing that, the better. The Scarlet Assassin and the Natural Born Killer will prove their dominance in ACW once again, it's only a matter of time. With that in mind, I'm Lex De LaRocha! I don't have to search for gold, gold always finds me!
Senator: Good! Oh, and here is a card for my favored tailor, you two need some sharp suits...just tell the people that I sent you there. Ah, and there they are, right on time!
The Capitalists, Santiago, and the ACW Champ himself, Hunter, all enter the room with their respective belts weighing them down.
Senator: Good to see you here. Anthony, Kevin, nice to see that you got those belts, it is about time you decided to show Fallout that you can still dominate.
Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah, well, we knew that we could always...
Senator: As I was about to say, I managed to find a loophole to keep you two on both rosters, as Stable members, you still have ACW contracts, but also can compete on Fallout.
Anthony Kalb: Sweet.
Senator: That said, I sure do see a lot of gold here! International, Tag, ACW...the list goes on and on, Santiago, Hunter, I must say that you have achieved the pinnacle of excellence here in ACW. We control the belts, and as such, we control the fed. Our ally Kudo has the Entertainment belt, and all is good with the world...or is it? Santiago, I know that you have been training with my opponent for tonight, a man who you can learn much from, though. Hunter, you bring up the point that RDK is not a good influence for Santiago, and on some points, I agree with that.
Santiago: What? Senator out of all people here I thought you would agree with me. How is he a bad influence on me? The man has taught me many things, I mean look! I'm on a freaking seven match winning streak, and tonight I make it eight. I really think I would have lost my title to Dan if it not were for him. He gave me confidence and that's exactly what I needed to pull through. RDK is anything but bad for me.
Hunter: That's what he wants you to think anyway. You know fully well that Senator and I can give you much better advice compared to that hyper and ego-maniacal little man.
Senator: Guys...
Santiago: ARRGH!! Hunter! You say the same shit every freakin' time, I'm tired of it! And frankly Hunter, I don't care what you say anymore. Ya know what, I WANT to learn from him, I want to learn those things that are necessary to know in this business. And he's teaching me those things so if you want me to make a choice, then I will. After my match tonight, I'll make a BIG choice.....
He begins to walk towards the door.
Santiago: Oh and one more thing I almost forgot......just wanted to take another look at the World Title before it gets taken away to another locker room after tonight.
The crowd cheers as Santiago opens the door and leaves.
Senator: Santiago...oh well, if he wishes to set his own course, I only wish him the best...Hunter, we both have matches to prepare for, matches that we need to prepare for.
Hunter: Hell yeah...who the fuck does he think he is anyway? I'm not losing my title tonight, or ever for that matter. AK'll go down in a matter of seconds, I'm not letting her walk all over me. She's go no chance in hell.
Senator: Got no idea how my match shall turn out, but I do have confidence in you, Hunter. Just do not snap and go psychotic here, you are more than skilled enough to win that match on your own skills and merits. Got that?
Hunter: ...yeah.
It is at this time that Hunter once again remembers the leather case he has in his locker. He silently ponders the remnants of his psyche, and then the Senator's words hit him full force. But even at this point, he still does not know what he can and cannot do.
Hunter: I'll...I'll see you guys later. I need to take a walk.
The Senator nods and begins talking with the Capitalists, not realizing that anything is wrong. Because how can it be? Hunter's on top of the world, and he thinks he'll remain there for a long time. The problem is, he won't. He just doesn't know when he'll plummet back to earth. But whenever it happens, and whatever happens...
...it won't be pretty.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:18:59 GMT -5
Segment: Marriage Mayhem (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up we get a shot at the brown, sexy, legs of BK London's wife Kiley. The camera trails up her body as she sits in a chair with her legs folded, filing her nails at the same time. The camera then cuts to a shot, showing both BK London and Kiley and BK London is taping his wrists for his match up soon against the big man Torak. BK rises up, sporting his new scarlet red and black tights and he begins to amp himself up for the match.
Suddenly the doorknob can be seen turning towards the exit of the room and both BK London and Kiley look towards the door. In comes Victor "Latino" Laureano and Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune. Latino and BK exchange perplexed looks before glaring at each other and simultaneously they respond with the same thing.
Latino & BK: What are you doing here?!
BK: What am I doing here? I live here buddy. You said that you were rooming back with AK right after we heard the news of our ever-anticipated break up.
Latino: No, no, callate, no pendejo. YOU said that you were moving back in with YOURSELF.
During this conflict Alicia walks over towards Kiley and the two greet with a hug before just continuing to watch this argument go on.
BK: All I know is that Kiley is staying in here, and you have about, let's say half and hour to get all of your shitty puerto rican shit out of here. Especially that Tito Puente painting.
Latino: Me? Leaving? No, if anyone is getting out of here it's you. And for your information, my painting of Tito is authentic from Puerto Rico.
BK: ITS SAYS MADE IN CHINA ON THE BACK!
Latino: IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS!
*ahem*
Now if you excuse me, Alicia and I have to get ready for our match tonight.
BK: *scoffs* No you aren't...your about to get ready to get your orange picking, platanos eating, car washing asses out of my locker room.
The camera cuts back to Kiley and AK as they continue to watch the exchange of insults and they seem amused if anything. In the background you can still hear Latino and BK arguing and the two manage to have a conversation by themselves.
Kiley: Look at them two, they can't get enough of each other. It's cute really...
AK: It really is. But sometimes they can act so stupid…
The last word triggers something in Kiley's mind and she looks up at AK before rising out of her seat.
Kiley: Excuse me....are you calling my husband stupid? Honey, my husband is 10 times the man that your big head boyfriend is.
Kiley finishes the sentence by jerking her head and snapping her fingers just like a girl raised out of the Brooklyn streets would do.
AK(talking to herself but loud enough for Kiley to hear): Who is this fool jerking her head at?
Kiley: What did you just call me?
AK: You heard.
Kiley: Oh no, she didn't...
Kiley tosses the chair away from between the two and both Latino and BK halt their argument and they watch as Kiley begind taking her earrings off and Atomic puts her hair into a ponytail… and then the two engage in nearly clawing each other's eyes out. Latino and BK quickly grab their respective wives and pull them apart. They continue screaming and kicking at each other and BK pulls his wife out of the room and shuts the door.
They then cut to a split screen of both couples after the encounter, AK and Latino inside the room and BK and Kiley outside the room. At the same time both AK and Kiley say:
Both: You know I won that right?
BK and Latino: No doubt.
Latino and AK share a little kiss and BK and Kiley give each other a pound as it fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:19:58 GMT -5
Segment: When You Thought You Had All The Answers... (Credit: Jake Cheng)
It’s a miracle. Jake is back on his feet. I thought he was going to miss his match. He gets up off the ground, and doesn’t take a step; he just takes a look around. There’s no pole here. No cameraman. No people laughing and crowding around his body. Just a dark hallway with dim orange lighting. And Stan.
Jake walks over to him and sits on the ground across from his seat on top of an equipment crate.
Jake: Well, I am here.
Stan: Indeed you are. I supposed you want me to spill it? Jake: Duh.
Stan: Alright. First things first. Punch me in the face.
Jake: But...
Stan: Just do it.
Jake gets up and does it, but he misses.
His hand goes right through Stan’s head.
Jake: You’re a...
Stan: Please no airhead jokes.
Jake: GHOST!
Stan: Not quite. I am still alive, this just isn’t my real body.
Jake sits back down.
Jake: So, I’m hallucinating? This hallway, the crate, you...Oh shit, I’m schizo, aren’t I?
Stan: No.
Jake: Alright, so if you’re just in my head, then where are we?
Stan: In your head. Jake, you’re asleep. This is a dream.
HOLY CRAP!!!!!11111111111111111
Jake: So, when I hit my head on that pipe...
Stan: Wait, you hit your head on a pipe?
Stan starts to laugh, almost as if he was about to die of it, and Jake gets pissed. He gets up and walks down one end of the hallway.
Stan: Jake, you’re going the wrong way. See.
Stan points to the exit sign above a door on the other side of the hallway. Jake thanks Stan before exiting the hallway.
Well, there you have it. Now I know that this segment kept you on the edge of your seat. Hell, you may have been leaning so far forward, you fell and smashed your head on the keyboard.
I think I’ve answered most of the original questions, but like always more questions will arise. Once I think of more question, I’ll be sure to let you know.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:21:37 GMT -5
OOC: I was led to believe that this match was set via Fallout, as I have no other material leading up to it... anyhow, it's an impromptu match, you know the kind.
Match 3: Gooner vs. Tracy Finn (Credit: BK)
As we fade into the scene we can already see Gooner in the ring, ready and raring to go as "Gonna Fly Now" from the Rocky movies is blaring through the speakers. He gets somewhat of a reaction from the crowd and then suddenly "Hot Blooded" hits.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 280lbs, from Escanaba, Michigan, Tracy Finn!
One of the unluckiest men in ACW makes his way down to the ring with the only intent of winning on his mind. Neither of these men share a great track record in ACW so the winner of this match would definitely not go down as one of the worst superstars in ACW history. Tracy hits the ring and the bell sounds and the match begins.
All 140lbs of Gooner comes charging at Tracy Finn but Tracy simply catches Gooner and slams him down to the mat with a scoop slam. Gooner holds his back in pain and Finn bounces off the ropes before delivering one hell of a leg drop on Gooner that almost decapitates him. Finn manuevers himself so that he makes the cover but Gooner kicks out. Finn grabs Gooner from around his collar and lifts him up nearly 7 feet in the air before tossing him into the corner. Finn backs up and plays to the crowd before charging at Gooner like a Freight Train but Gooner quickly counters with a Briscoe Roll-Up. The referee slides over and counts one, two, but Finn powers out. Both get up at the same time and Finn picks Gooner up for the World's Worst Slam and suddenly the lights in the arena go out.
No one knows what to think of this about and then a huge pyro blares on the stage, nearly scaring Finn out of his boots and Power Struggle by Suna begins to sound through the arena. Finn looks around for something while still holding Gooner in his arms and suddenly the lights return back to the arena and a 6'8" monster is staring right at him.
Another man plants himself ringside, very much shorter than the mystery man in the ring and he shouts out "GET THEM!". The huge beast wastes no time delivering a huge Yakuza Kick to the back of Gooner, sending Finn falling to the ground himself. The referee signals for the bell and as he does the huge man simply stares at him and the referee heads for the hills. The unknown man grabs Gooner and Military Presses him high over his head. The look of fear on the face of Gooner is priceless as he is sent head first onto the top of the ring post. On impact Gooner's body goes limp and simply falls to the outside next to the other mystery person. Back in the ring Finn is attempting to escape the ring but this huge man, with one pull, sends the 280 pounder right back to the center of the ring. Showing impressive strength he decides to deliver a huge powerbomb on Finn, but he doesn't let go.
Instead he continues the assault with multiple powerbombs on the Fallout superstar before maneuvering him into a Fireman's Carry on his shoulders and delivering a HUGE F-5 on Finn. The unknown man simply exits the ring with the carnage he left behind him. The much shorter mystery man walks beside the man and gives him congratulatory slap on the back before turning around and screaming. "THE HOLOCAUST IS HERE BABY!"
The fans have no idea what just happened… but they certainly won’t forget Holocaust in a hurry, as the show cuts to a break.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:23:55 GMT -5
Segment: A Little Preoccupied (Credit: ??)
The scene opens to Ginger pacing frantically in his office, nervously looking over his shoulder at regular four second intervals. There's a knock at the door, and Ginger yelps in fright and whips his head around. He's visibly terrorized; there are circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Steadying himself and taking two deep breaths, he gingerly grasps the door handle and swings it open.
Ginger: Oh, it's you.
Aurelia: You were expecting someone else?
Ms. Aurelia enters, all 180 pounds of her, flanked by Mr. Ash, Mr. Aoyama, and the two cronies, Crocjaw and Cumberdale.
Ginger: I'm actually glad to see you. I received another note, another! This morning! It was clearly written in blood and pasted on my desk. "Your time is up, now!" it said!
He wrings his hands nervously and quickly whips his head around to confirm the absence of assassins in his office.
Aurelia: You can relax, Mr. Ginger. No axe-murderers in your office today. However, we, Triple A, have made a few leads to these messages. Rest assured, the culprit will be caught and brought to justice by tonight. Just try to stay out of trouble until then. Come now, Mr. Ash, Mr. Aoyama...
She beckons them to leave. However, Ash and Aoyama, for once, do not obey her command and wait.
Aurelia: What is it?
Aoyama: Mr. Ginger, I've noticed something strange about ACW's bank accounts. I think if you gave me access to the main frame database I could...
Ginger: Not now, Aiyoyo or whoever you are! Can't you see I'm a little preoccupied?
Aoyama: Yes, sir. Sorry sir.
Aurelia gives Aoyama a curious glance and leaves the room, once again flanked by the entire impassive Triple A. Ginger collapses into his swivel chair and lets out a huge sigh before the camera fades to black.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:24:49 GMT -5
Segment: Remind me to never… (Credit: Tornado, Jake)
We fade in on a typical bar scene; many people are polluting the air with their fag smoke, the Jukebox is blurting out some crap from a time before hip hop and there are a few rowdy hicks chanting stupid shit in the corner. Other than that the atmosphere is nice and relaxed; even more so when the rowdy hicks are ejected, being told to move onto another hick bar.
We focus in on Tornado and Jake who are propping up the bar; Tornado is just finishing off a bottle of Strongbow Sirrus and Jake is sucking on a bottle of Bud. Tornado finishes off his bottle and signals to the barmaid, holding up two fingers. She brings across two bottles of Sirrus and Jake raises his eyebrow.
Jake: Take it easy man, I’m not having you drunk during our match tommorow; we both know how that turned out last time.
Tornado: Ha ha ha [fake laugh]. Shut the fuck up. This one’s for you…so you can taste a REAL drink rather than that piss in a bottle you’re drinking right now.
Tornado slides a bottle across to Jake who shrugs his shoulder and puts the bottle to his lips, he tilts in backwards and downs around a ¼ of the bottle.
Jake: Hmmm not too bad.
Tornado: See, what did I--
He is stopped by Jake, who puts his finger to his lips. Tornado shuts his mouth and listens to what Jake has tuned in on. Sitting not too far away two guys, about 25 years old, are discussing Bloody Valentine and who they think’ll win.
Guy 1: Well AK’s gonna beat Hunter…ooh I’d like to be Latino for the celebration. Damn she’s hot.
Guy 2: Oh yeah, you’d give her one. She’ll beat Hunter no probs…
Guy 1: Too right…I wonder who the Mystery Team’ll be…whoever they are I hope they beat 7 shades of shit out of that wanker Tornado and Ching Chong Cheng.
Tornado and Jake simultaneously rise to their feet and make their way over to where the two men are sat. The men are oblivious to the fact that Jake and Tornado are stood behind them and laugh as they come up with various insults for the two Untouchable members.
Tornado scowls and loudly cracks his knuckles; the men in front slowly turn around and gulp as they see who is stood there. Jake and Tornado each grab one of the guy’s head and swiftly crack them together. This proves to be a big mistake as suddenly it goes silent and everyone in the bar is facing Jake and Tornado, fists clenched. It’s typical of these two to pick on the two most popular guys in the bar.
Tornado: I’ve really gotta stop drinking, every time I go out I get in a bar brawl.
At this Tornado and Jake run into the group in front of them and fists start flying. Tornado hits one guy with a powerful Enziguri, which knocks him out. He is then hit across the back with a pool cue as he admires his handiwork. He turns and looks at Jake, who is holding a pool cue.
Jake: Sorry, the guy ducked.
Tornado shrugs and gets back to the business in hand…cracking skulls. People are sent flying left, right and centre by powerful kicks by both men. At one point Jake is surrounded by 8 men but, using his martial arts abilities, gets rid of 7 with relative ease. The 8th, unfortunately ends up in his grasp; with a quick twist of the guy’s head he is instantly subdued. Albeit there is a sickening cracking noise and the guy goes white, stops moving and, by the looks of it, breathing. Tornado glares at Jake
Jake: Too far?
Tornado: Remind to never take you drinking again. C’mon, let’s get outta here.
They battle their way through the crowd and to the door. Once outside they climb into Tornado’s white 1965 Shelby GT350, with navy blue ‘go-faster stripes’ and blacked-out windows. Someone throws a brick as the car pull away and it makes contact with the rear spoiler.
Tornado: OH HELL NAW!
He tugs on the handbrake and throws open the door. He inspects the damage and pops the boot, retrieving his crowbar. He calmly walks over to the man who threw the brick, keeping the crowbar concealed. When he reaches his target he brings the crowbar with a scary amount of force and follows up with another 4 blows, leaving the guy in a pool of blood with a massive hole in his skull. Tornado doesn’t say anything as he makes his way back to the car, placing the crowbar in the boot. He climbs in to see Jake with a look of horror on his face.
Tornado: What?!
Jake: Fuck man; that was brutal. Remind me to never mess with your wheels!
They laugh as the car speeds away and we fade out.
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