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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:26:43 GMT -5
Segment: Defying the Laws of Physics (Credit: WD)
The scene opens up in the main arena area, where the fans as usual get their 10 seconds of fame, with the banners getting hoisted above their head. The alphatron then turns on, and the scene is in a dark room, with a cloud of dry ice swaying across the floor. The camera slowly descends down, to a point where it’s looking up from inside the clouds. A small light shines from the roof, and a ladder is seen in the background, with some shuffling from the top. The camera gets closer towards the ladder, and closer to the light where we see Dan ‘Daredevil’ White perched. He’s sat, looking a little casual, wearing his usual wrestling attire. The camera microphone gets close towards his head, but not so that it’s visible to the audience, as Dan begins to speak.
Dan: Ever since I stepped foot in ACW, I’ve been a threat to be reckoned with. But if I were to look at the facts properly, I would notice a couple of things. The first is that I’m Mr. Ladder. Now you might think ‘oh what a stupid nickname’ but it’s true. I have been in none other than four - yes four - ladder matches over eighteen months. First I beat the suckah from Kanchuka, Kain, and followed that up with a defeat to FSX, in a match where he threw me off the titantron. That thing is high, and I nearly died. He won, however, but it was due to the shenanigans of the man that no longer walks among us, in Jack McCarty. Then the third ladder match, which was the final fall of three against Sgt. Pilko. With the aid of former friends, I managed to defeat him, and it was then when I announced my alliance with WCW 98.
There’s a pause. Dan leaps off the ladder, botching the fall slightly as he lands on both feet, but fails to keep posture and slips to his knee. But he gets back up like a pro. He dusts himself off. He gets to his feet, and grabs the ladder on each side with both hands. He shakes it a little, and then lets it drop to the floor.
Dan: You know what, Kudo? I have shown to you an example of the destruction of your stable in recent weeks. I mean we start the day of Ragnarok. You have the Entertainment title, and Bre has the Light-Heavyweight title. All is well. But Jake beats Bre at his own game. What then happens is your stable falls to the ground. It implodes on itself. Now I may not be one to comment, but the ego was weighing you down. When you look at things into perspective, you notice that you yourself, the self-proclaimed best Light-Heavyweight in the business, have succumbed to your own ego. You’ve toppled over. You’ve destroyed what might have been, and now it’s time to take out trash. ACW will be celebrating a new champion tonight, and that, my friend, is a right touch.
Dan looks at the camera and gives the ever - so -familiar cocky grin of his. He leaves out of the camera’s view. This will be his fifth ladder match, but he has already got a 2-2 record as the match feels like it’s coming ever-so-closer. The Armada has been destroyed, but the main question is whether or not Kudo being double booked will help or hurt Dan...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:30:31 GMT -5
Segment: Emotional Exposure
Elsewhere in ACW’s seemingly endless backstage, ACW’s favourite couple are warming up together and preparing for their matches later in the evening. Judging by their flushed complexions, it’s been a brief but productive session…
Latino tosses a towel to Alicia as she steps out of the training ring.
Latino: There we go… I wouldn’t want to be in Hunter’s shoes tonight, Mami. I’ve never seen you fitter or more ready for a match.
Alicia smiles.
AK: Well, I think we have to acknowledge that you’re slightly biased, but thanks…
She towels herself off a little.
AK: You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I realized something important. Perhaps it’s working with RDK, or just me getting older and wiser… but I’ve come to understand that I’ve not been giving the ACW titles the respect they deserve.
Latino looks puzzled.
Latino: I don’t quite get you there chula… I’ve never heard you disrespect the belts or their holders, even when they’ve deserved it.
AK: No, I don’t mean it like that. It’s more about me going around and saying things like “I don’t need gold to prove I’m a great superstar”… I still think you can obsess over these things too much, but if I’m honest… I do want to be a champion, and have that title around my waist. I suppose… I’ve been afraid of having to actually go out there and find out whether I have what it takes. Because if I win it’ll be amazing, and if I lose… it’s going to hurt. It would hurt a lot.
She pushes a hand through her hair.
AK: That’s where I’ve been lacking in respect – respect for all the people who have gone out there and fought their hearts out. If you want to feel the highs, you have to expose yourself to the possibility of lows too… so that’s what I’m going to do. But whatever happens, I don’t want to hide from things anymore. Sometimes, however scared or unsure you are… you just have to open up.
She smiles a little, and bites her lip as she tends to do when nervous. Latino takes her hand, and they look at one another.
Latino: Mami, I believe you can do this.
Alicia becomes a little misty-eyed.
AK: That means so much to me… I believe it, too. Listen…
She pauses, selecting her words carefully.
AK: …I know you’ve waited a long time for a chance to battle Torak, but I want you to remember that for him this isn’t a wrestling match. I don’t know exactly what goes on inside that head of his, but he wants to hurt you and BK, as much as he can for as long as he can. So go out there and kick his arse… but don’t let him put you into a position where he can do you permanent harm. That’s what he really wants.
AK does her best to put a brave face on things.
AK: So don’t screw up my mental state by letting yourself get into trouble, alright? I have enough to worry about with Hunter and his mind games… so beat that big lug quickly and come back safe and victorious. Understand?
By way of response, Latino smiles and they embrace. It’s a touching romantic moment, until-
??: Hello!!
AK and Latino draw apart to find themselves face to face with Gary, who has a microphone and a rather scruffy tie in addition to his normal attire.
Gary: I’m ACW’s new No.1 Interviewer! Can I ask you a few questions?
AK rolls her eyes; Latino looks annoyed.
Latino: Not now, mira. Go interview Torak, or something.
Gary furrows his brow for a moment, and then grins again innocently.
Gary: Oh…OK! See you!
He trots out of the door without a care in the world. Latino and AK look at one another.
Latino: You don’t think…
AK: Actually, I do.
Latino: Dammit, I’d better stop him…
Latino hurries toward the door quickly; AK thinks of something and calls after him.
AK: Honey, I’m using the spare locker room tonight until we can get our accommodation sorted out properly… come find me there if you need me, OK?
Latino vaguely waves a hand to indicate that he heard her as he disappears through the door. AK smiles, picks up her things, and then exits the room heading in the opposite direction.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:31:29 GMT -5
Match 4: Tornado & Jake Cheng vs. Davey Marvel and ?? (Credit: Torak) Everyone loves a good mystery. The opportunity to speculate and offer their educated theories on the outcome of an ambiguous event. The following contest has so far offered mystery, but speculation comes to an end soon. The mystery, magic and mayhem await…now you’ve read that somewhere before.
Phillip shuffles to the center of the ring as “Petrified” hits the speakers. The Chinese Phenom and the current Lightheavyweight Champion Jake Cheng makes his way out onto the stage. He holds his title high in the air but he isn’t greeted warmly. He sneers as he continues to the ring.Phillip : The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hong Kong, China, weighing in at one hundred and nintey six pounds, he is the current ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion…Jake Cheng! Cheng hops up onto the apron and enters the ring before handing his title over to the referee for safe keeping. Jake’s music cuts out and is instantly replaced by the thumping beat of “Bring da Ruckus”. Tornado enters the arena, raising his arms above his head before sprinting to the ring to join his partner for tonight.Phillip : …and his partner, from Manchester, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…Tornado! Tornado hops up onto the turnbuckle for a photogenic pose before flipping off backwards with a needless but nevertheless impressive moonsault, landing on his feet in the middle of the ring. He approaches Jake and they both being to plot, possibly working out how to deal with a team they are not prepared for. The music stops and Cheng and Tornado turn their attention to the entranceway. A deep bassline vibrates through the arena before the main rift of “New Millenium Homes” by Rage Against the Machine hits the system. Cheng and Tornado prepare themselves as they are fully aware of the threat that is Davey Marvel. Spot lights flicker, the beams scattering erratically on the stage as Davey makes his way out. He slowly but cockily struts to the ring, keeping his eyes locked on the pair occupying the ring at present. Phillip : …and their opponents, introducing first, from Escabana, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds…Davey Marvel! Davey makes it to the bottom of the ramp, around five foot away from the ring. He stops and glares up at Tornado and Jake in the ring just as his music comes to an abrupt end. Tornado and Jake shift their glances between Davey and the entranceway, eager to learn who else they will be dealing with tonight. A long, conceited yet confident grin spreads across his face.
Guitar feedback, the sound that that feels like someone is opening a hole in existence and a dark figure crawling through it. Erratic chords charge through the bodies that host the sound like electricity surging through the veins. The people raise to their feet, incredulous to apparent arrival. Is it really him? All heads turn to the entranceway. Davey turns a complete 180 to watch on with a satisfied nod. “Getting Smaller” is the name of the song…but it is not an accurate description of the fan’s interest. A thick fog forms on the stage, shrouding the entranceway and only a faint silhouette can be made out through it. The figure emerges through the smoke…it is! It’s him! Not since 7 Deadly Sins has this figure been present in the ACW arena. He is back!
Phillip has to raise his voice due to the noise being emitted from the crowd.Phillip : …and his partner, from Tacoma, Washington…weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…making his return to ACW…Wyvern!!! Davey applauds his partner’s return as Wyvern begins to makes his way to the ring. However, with Davey welcoming the Wyvern, Tornado and Jake capitalize and exit the ring with intentions of blind siding Marvel. They begin to pummel him from behind but this only encourages Wyvern to race to his partners’ aid. Tornado greets him with a right hand, but Wvern blocks it and delivers on of his own. An auspicious start to his homecoming. He backs Tornado toward the ring with more right hands as Jake and Davey brawl on the ramp.Wyvern grabs a handful of Tornado’s short hair, just managing to clutch enough in his hand to persuade Tornado to comply. He bashes Tornado’s head into the apron, and watches as Tornado bounces off as if his head is made of rubber. Wyvern follows it up with a clothesline which knocks Tornado down onto his back. The impact hurts his neck, indicated by Tornado clasping it in pain. On the ramp, Jake and Davey battle it out as they exhange blow for blow. Jake attempts a clothesline but Davey ducks it then as Jake turns he delivers a boot to the midsection before delivering a painful gordbuster on the ramp. Davey sits up with a contented smile on his face. Over by the ring, Wyvern and Tornado take their fight around the other side of the ring. Wyvern eloquently whips Tornado into the ring-side steps, perfectly legal at this point since the match hasn’t even begun. Davey now has Jake in his grasp and leads him to the ring, rolling him into the squared circle, clearly keen to get this bout officially started. He enters and starts putting the boots into Jake as the bell rings to signal the start of the bout. Wyvern continues to pummel Tornado on the outside, forcing him all the way around the ring. In an attempt to escape Tornado slides into the ring, luring Wyvern in after him. Wyvern climbs into the ring and immediately catches the attention of the referee who insists he takes his place on the apron. He seems to oblivious to the fact that Tornado is also in breach of the rules. As this is going on Davey sets Jake up and delivers a single arm DDT. With Jake on the floor Davey sets up for The Garrotte, locking Jake in the Texas Cloverleaf position. However, with Wyvern in an altercation with the referee, no-one notices Tornado getting to his feet and hitting a dropkick to the small of the back of Davey, releasing the hold and sending him down to the canvas. Wyvern tries to divert the referee’s attention toward the action in the ring but he’s not interested. He’s adamant in his endeavor to expel Wyvern from the ring. This allows Tornado to pick Davey up and hit a Brainbuster! Wyvern finally agrees to take his place on the apron, but doesn’t notice the cover on his partner. The referee turns around and drops down… 1… 2… No, Davey kicks out. A Brainbuster is a harsh move but on it’s own is not enough to finish off Davey this early in a match. Jake rolls towards his corner and pulls himself to his feet, leaving Tornado and Davey in the ring to continue the match with some order now restored.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:33:55 GMT -5
Tornado gives Davey some stern kicks as he tries to get to his feet. He delivers an elbow to the side of the head before leading him to his corner. Davey slumps up against the turnbuckle and Jake holds up his arms to indicate to the referee that he is not interfering in the action. Tornado delivers some more boots to Davey, this time to the midsection with intent to keeping Davey in the corner. He lifts his leg up and places his foot on the throat of Davey, ruthlessly choking him. The referee quickly begins to count to five, threatening to disqualify Tornado. He breaks the hold and immediately points at the approaching Wyvern, turning the referee’s attention to his attempt to help his partner. The referee obliges to Tornado’s request to remove him from the ring and as soon as the referee’s back is turned a double team assault ensues. Jake and Tornado beat Davey down in the corner which only irates Wyvern further, but the referee is oblivious to the double team and insists that Wyvern exits the ring. Wyvern soon realizes that the only way to help his partner is to accept the referee’s demands. He steps out onto the apron and at the same time Tornado takes his place outside. Jake, without a tag, enters the match and continues the onslaught on the subdued Davey. Jake pulls him to his feet and whips Marvel across the ring, hitting a majestic jumping roundhouse kick to the sternum, knocking him down to the canvas. Jake makes the cover but Davey kicks out before the 2. Jake pulls Marvel to his feet and pulls him to the corner where he tags in his partner. Jake locks Davey in a temporary full nelson hold while Tornado calmy enters the ring before hitting a right hand to the abdomen. Jake releases the hold as Davey doubles over. Tornado locks in a front face-lock and escorts Davey to the center of the ring before hitting a vertical suplex, floating over into a cover but it is yet another failed attempt. Davey is brought to his feet again as Tornado tags Jake in. Jake ascends the turnbuckle as Tornado puts Davey back down to the mat with a body slam. Jake flies off the turnbuckle, dropping a leg across the sternum of Davey. Another pinfall attempt, this time broken by Davey lifting his leg onto the bottom rope, displaying the presence of mind despite being on the receiving end of a beating at the moment. Jake pulls Davey to his feet again and whips him to the ropes, swooping down for a back body drop…but Davey manages to turn the tide, lifting a boot to the face of The Chinese Phenom. Jake staggers backwards and Davey rushes toward him hitting his patented “Holy Diver”, dropping Jake onto his back. This shocks Tornado, who watches on from the apron…but not as much as a right hand to the face shocks him, sending him backwards off the apron and to the floor. Davey turns to face a now vertical Jake Cheng and quickly delivers a kick to the gut followed by a stern DDT. Davey pops up to his feet and poses for the crowd, pointing at his tag partner. He marches over to his corner and aims for the tag…but Wyvern suddenly disappears! It soon becomes apparent that Tornado had made his way around the ring and pulled Wyvern off the apron. Wyvern and Tornado exchange blows outside as Davey looks on, slightly annoyed. The Marvelous one turns back to where he left Jake...but he’s not there anymore. Instead, he is now rushing at Davey and quickly takes him down with a jumping clothesline. Jake backs off and allows Davey to push himself to his knees. He rushes at him again and looks for the ‘Shades of Helms’ on Marvel, but Davey ducks the flailing legs of Cheng then leaps to his feet, now behind Jake, before locking in a waistlock and executing a harsh german suplex, dropping Jake onto the back of his neck. Davey gets to his feet and waits as Jake tries to gain his bearings. He gains a vertical base but while still dazed wanders into the reach of Davey. Davey whips Jake to the ropes and on the rebound hits his very own Davey Driver ’04 (Death Valley Driver). Davey drapes an arm over Jake… 1… 2… 3… is commonly the number that proceeds for a succesful pinfall, but this attempt is not succesful as Tornado breaks it up, diving in desperately at the last minute to rescue the match. Wyvern slides into the ring in pursuit of Tornado but the referee steps in again and expels him to the outside. Wyvern assesses the situation and quickly exits the ring to take his place in the corner. Tornado is also persuaded to take his place and now the two on-looking men attempt to motivate their partner, urging them on for the tag. Jake and Davey crawl across the canvas, slowly and torpidly periodically taking rests and glancing up at their partner for incentive. Wyvern’s hand is outstretched, inches away from Davey. Jake makes the tag…gotta think fast…Davey dives forward and tags in Wyvern. A thunderous roar bellows from the crowd as Wyvern finally enters the ring officially. He rushes toward the on-coming Tornado and takes him down with a clothesline. Jake is now on his feet but it’s only temporary as he also gets taken down by a clothesline from Wyvern. He turns back to Tornado and scoops him up before slamming him down. Back to Jake and he suffers the same fate before rolling out of the ring, getting the hell out of dodge. Wyvern turns back to Tornado once more and delivers a stern boot to the midsection before locking in a butterfly lock, following up with suplex (double underhook). Wyvern takes a moment to turn to the crowd, glaring out at them with natural charisma. Tornado starts getting to his feet as Wyvern stalks before moving in and setting up Tornado and hitting the ‘Corrosion’, planting Tornado in the middle of the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:34:32 GMT -5
Wyvern drops down and makes the cover… 1… 2… 3…is the number that should be following, but Wyvern himself pulls Tornado’s shoulders up off the canvas, shaking his head uttering “No! No! No!”. Wyvern isn’t done yet. He pulls Tornado up and sets him in another butterfly lock, this time with Tornado’s head between Wyvern’s thighs. He lifts Tornado up, lining him perpendicular to his body before hitting a sickening double underhook piledriver. That move alone is certainly enough to finish the match, but Wyvern wants to do it his way. He moves around to the feet of Tornado and nods his head, signalling for his submission hold, the Deus Ex Machina. Wyvern locks the hold in and it’s seemingly over. Jake re-enters the ring and has Wyvern set in his sights. He charges toward him with intent to break the submission maneuver. However, he is upended by an on-rushing Davey Marvel. Davey swoops down and grabs the legs of Jake before locking in a Texas Clover Leaf. Now Jake and Tornado are mimicking each other as they squirm in pain on the canvas. Davey and Wyvern look at each other with stern satisfaction. Davey nods at Wyvern before lifting Jake up and setting him up for the belly to back inverted mat slam…or a Style’s Clash as it’s more commonly known. At the same instant that Jake makes impact with the canvas Tornado figures he can take no more. He taps the mat in agony, causing the referee to call for the bell. Wyvern releases the hold and lets Tornado’s legs slump to the mat. Davey gets to his feet and looks into the eyes of Wyvern. Philip: Here are your winners…Wyvern and Davey Marvel!!
Wyvern jumps up and Davey runs up to him for a manly embrace. they raise each other hand in victory. Davey gives a swift kick to Jake midsection and tornado is somewhere outside of the ring still. Davey throws one more kick, but Wyvern stops him.
Wyvern: Davey, don’t taint our victory.
Wyvern turns to leave the ring. When Jake gets up. But he doesn’t get up on his own, Davey helps him up. SWERVE! Tornado slides into the ring as Davey walks toward Wyvern and grabs onto his back and hits the Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon Suplex.
The crowd boos louder than ever before as the newly reunited Untouchables stomp down Wyvern. Tornado climbs to the top rope as Jake and Davey back off. Tornado jumps high into the air and hits his trademark move, The Whirlwind. A half spin and a flip later, Tornado connects with Wyvern. As Tornado poses, Davey helps Wyvern up. Jake goes behind him and hits a quick but powerful Guillotine Shot. Jake jumps up, putting both feet on top of the turnbuckle, and puts his arms out, much to the dislike of the people in the arena.
Now is Davey’s turn. Jake and Tornado pick up Wyvern and Davey sets up for what looks like pumphandle slam. He lifts Wyvern off the ground before dropping him and catching him in a tombstone piledriver position, then beings Wyvern down to the mat, crown first. Welcome To Escanaba Bitch!
Jonny, Red, WCW and the Welsh Dragon make their way to the ring, as Jake gets a mic from someone at ring side. The crowd is absolutely booing them to blazes.
Jake: I’d like to begin by saying...SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The crown, for once, listens to the “bite size” Cheng.
Jake: Listen. No one can break up The Untouchables. Not you shit heads, not the shit heads that make up the Senatorial Stable, not even the shit heads that make up this stable.
Dan hits Jake in the back of the head.
Jake: Kidding, man, only kidding. Nonetheless, The Untouchables are here to stay. Get used to it.
They all raises they arms in victory over the beaten Wyvern. The Untouchables. Still a force to be reckoned with? Oh hell yes.
Yeah, that ending is pretty bad ass.
Fade to Commercial.
OOC: Ending events credit to Jake.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:36:10 GMT -5
Segment: Which Way The Wind Blows (Credit: WD)
Coming back from the commercials, a camera opens up in the backstage area. Dan is performing some stretches, ready for his titanic match which will occur very soon. He’s attired in his street clothes, which includes some khaki brown trousers, and a Newcastle United top. As he continues his warm-up routine, a shadowy person flies across the corridor. Dan looks up, and doesn’t even allow the man a second option. He grunts as he discontinues stretching his calf muscle, and gets back to a standing posture. He grabs his kit bag and walks down the hallway, looking for the culprit. He looks down and crossroads of sorts in the corridor, searching down both corridors but unable to find anybody apart from a few crew workers. Dan snorts, assuming that someone was merely in a rush to get on with something. He turns around but gets a bit of a fright. He steps back a couple of steps, with the camera not yet revealing the identity of the man.
Dan: You know I didn’t expect you out so soon.
The camera turns to reveal WCW 98 in the flesh. He’s still bold as over, wearing an open-collar black shirt, and some black trousers. He gives a small grin, putting his hand on the shoulder of Dan. Dan grins again, and prepares to listen even before WCW 98 begins to talk about his ordeals.
WCW 98: Well they found out that it wasn’t me. You know that I was charged for 54 days?
Dan: Yes...yes I do....
WCW 98 takes his hand off Dan’s shoulder, and places it into his pocket, where he pulls out what appears to be a football programme. It’s rather ragged, with one of the two staples missing and the middle page almost falling out. He hands it over to Dan.
WCW 98: I shared a cell with a mate of yours. He goes by the name of Tony Banks.
Dan’s ears pop up at the sound of his name. He’s still looking at the programme, which we now know as a programme for the 1993 League Cup match between Cardiff City and Swansea City. If you’re unfamiliar with the events that occurred on that day, well you’ve missed out. Cardiff won the match 2-1, but more importantly the Cardiff Soul Crew took over Swansea City. Cars were turned over, houses were burnt to the ground. There were massive riots, but even the Riot Police couldn’t take down the army of the Soul Crew. Twelve scummers died. It is reputed as one of the best days in football hooliganism, but to anyone outside of that nature, you could say that it was a form of terrorist attack. Anyways, Dan finishes reading the programme, and looks up to WCW 98, waiting to see what he has to say next.
WCW 98: Yeah I knew you might have known him.
Dan: Well he is indeed a very good mate of mine. In fact back in 1993 I had to take a plane out to here, in America. I didn’t want to go, but at the age of 13 I guess my parents didn’t want to see me in a little wooden box because of some scummers. Anyways, I take it his appeal didn’t exactly go to plan then.
WCW 98 pauses, looking down to the ground. Dan knows that it’s going to be nothing but bad news, but he expects it. Both men attempt to talk at the same time, making their words confused.
WCW 98: Well I mean- WeDrag: Well I know - that uhh - I guess being accused of killing two people, and then confessing to it at the trial isn’t going to get you anywhere. I guess then he’ll just have to live out the whole of his 40-year sentence.
WCW 98 still looks down on the ground, as if there’s more bad news to be said.
Dan: What...
WCW 98: Well...during the appeal, some of the evidence given turned out to be more evidence that he killed more than one person. In fact, he’s now been put away for life.
Dan looks quite surprised, but can’t say that he did not expect something like this to happen.
Dan: ...Damn...
There’s an awkward pause, with neither men all that prepared to continue talking. Dan decides to break the barrier, however, with a bit more upbeat-ness to it.
Dan: So I take it you won your appeal?
WCW 98: Yeah, they said that there wasn’t enough evidence in the first place to show that I’d done it, so I was off after 18 days, which wasn’t too bad.
Dan: Were you allowed to use your time to do another crime?
WCW 98: Dan...they don’t actually let you do that.
Dan: Heh....Well it’s great seeing you back. If you didn’t know already I have a match against Kudo tonight.
WCW 98: Yeah, well I was out in January. I’ve been able to watch enough shows to realise that. The only problem is that I’ve been under surveillance or something, that they didn’t want me leaving the country until they were 100% certain that it wasn’t me, and rightfully so, I hadn’t done it.
Dan: Well it sounds great. But I have a match to prepare to, but I think you might want to catch up with other details from Jake or Jonny or someone. I’ll see you around.
Dan leaves, patting WCW 98 on the back as he goes. WCW 98 just rubs his hands, pleased to be back in the ACW environment. The camera fades away, with WCW 98 able to utter one final comment.
WCW 98: Yup...it’s great to be back...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:38:14 GMT -5
Segment: A match, and a choice (Credit: Santiago)
We open up to Santiago Rivera in a part of the backstage area that doesn't look so familiar. It seems to be the part of the ACW arena undergoing renovations. Santiago climbs over construction tape holding the to title high trying to not get them caught on anything. He then trips on something while walking.
Santiago: Shit ass who the hell left a hardhat there?
Cameraman: Um, Santi, we're taping.
Santiago tries to cover up for this as he looks at the camera.
Santiago:........Who gave you the permission to talk? You're supposed to be invisible to these people now you're making a fool of me in MY air time! Just shut up and hold the camera.
Santiago keeps walking then sighs in relief when he finds a big metal trunk. He hops up onto it and sets the titles down.
Santiago: You may be asking yourself, where the hell are we? Well we're here in the ACW Arena where they are undergoing some construction. Actually if you look down that hall right there you can see the old Demon Pit or Mercer Stanton's office, whichever you like to remember it as. We're adding more locker rooms down this end since some of them are basically living in janitor rooms but I won't say any names
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Santiago: So they're not fortunate enough to have BIG rooms like the Senatorial Locker room. Anyways at the time, I feel that this is the most quiet peaceful spot in the arena. Besides this the basement and boiler room do it. But at the moment this is the most peaceful place to.....
A loud noise that sounds like a jackhammer begins to go off and it startles Santiago. Santiago jumps off the trunk and covers his ears. He runs over to where the sound is to find a construction working hopping around on indeed, a jackhammer.
Santiago: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DONIG!?!?
The man doesn't hear a thing.
Santiago: HELLO! HEY! HELLO LISTEN YOU....
Santiago looks around then bends down and grabs a loose little piece of cement. He throws it at the man to just get his attention but not knowing his own strength, throws a little too hard and hits the man who's not wearing his hard hat right in the head. He falls to the ground and the jackhammer spins around in circles. Santiago runs over and turns the jackhammer off then walks back to his seat.
Santiago: Anyways...the reason I came here was to prepare for my match tonight. Since tonight, I will be representing my country in a Capture the Flag Nations match with Rena for my International Title. And for all of you that think I'll be representing Mexico, think again. Tonight as Rena tries to capture the Japanese flag, I'll be trying to capture the flag of the good Red, White, and Blue! The United States of America! Actually, I wasn't even planning on having a match tonight, it was indeed RDK that set this all up wanting me to teach Rena a lesson. Yet without even consulting me about it, he put my title on the line and said I believe in you. However I don't think he was in line to do that, I must say I am prepared for tonight. Don't get me wrong, we all know how good Rena is around poles, but tonight it will be different. This isn't like me first match here where the experienced Rena was taking on Bre Double T and the newcomer me, no. Now I'm experienced, I'm reaching out for the success, and tonight, Rena will become the next stepping stone for me. Rena wants a title, yeah I know. She thinks it's time she got a title that's actually remained in ACW unlike the Diva's title. But Rena I have some bad news. Tonight is just not your night sweetheart. I'm feeling it in the air, I got that cold shiver in my spine saying that I'm going to do it. I will capture my flag. I will retain my International Title. I will massacre you....and I will make a choice.
Santaigo looks around.
Santiago: Somebody get help for tha tman, I think I knocked him out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:40:03 GMT -5
Segment: Vending Machine vs BK London (Credit: BK)
As the scene fades in from black it fades in to a very familiar scene from the past ACW days, BK London is walking down the hallways but something is different about him normally walking down the hallway. Of course it would be the person that he has around his arm, a person most ACW fans haven't seen in a while and new fans are just going to be introduced to, BK London's wife Kiley Johnson. She is looking as gorgeous as the day that she was last seen in the ACW arena and this is the first time we have seen BK London as happy as he is.
BK: You know I'm so glad you came, I needed somebody to talk to besides Victor.
Kiley: You know, I don't see why you two have such issues, you work great as a tag team and you two are actually kind of funny together.
BK: Funny? How? Like Seinfield funny or Hunter's face funny?
Kiley: You know, you play too much...*chuckles*
BK: How do I play too much?
Even after not seeing each other for over 2 months, the love is still in the air between ACW's number 2 married couple and they share a kiss before approaching one of the vending machines full off goods.
BK: Hey, you want something from the vending machine baby?
Kiley: No, I'm trying to watch my weight.
BK: Alright...hey baby!
Kiley: What?
BK: Lemme borrow a dollar.
Kiley: Then how...never mind.
Kiley goes into her top and pulls out a dollar and hands it towards her husband and BK looks at her in awe and then it moves to a perplexed look as if to say "Why does she have a dollar in her top?". He snaps out of that state of mind and accepts the dollar before straightening out the dollar and placing it in the machine. He looks at the number and then taps the glass before punching in the code for a snickers bar. The contraption that holds the snickers bar begins to move it forward but then it stops halfway.
BK: .....the fuck?
BK continues pressing a button, then any button, then he resorts to just mashing the keypad.
BK:...the fuck? This machine took my fucking dollar.
Kiley: It's ok baby, it's just a dollar, let it go you can get someth-
BK: NO! If I let this machine take my dollar right now, then I've lost to the machine. I'm either getting my fucking snickers bar, or I'm getting my god damn dollar.
Kiley: Jame...it's a dollar. Not even your dollar at that. Let's get out of here. Come on..
Kiley takes BK by the arm and pulls him in her direction as they walk down the hall, he puts his arm around her shoulder and she rests her head on his shoulder as they walk off. BK continues walking down the hallway and he turns his head around looking back at the vending machine as if to say "this isn't over yet bitch!".
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:40:54 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Entertainment Title Ladder match Kudo vs. Dan White (Credit: Hunter) As we return from the commercial break, we receive a nice little pan of the ACW arena, followed by the dimming of lights. Philip enters the ring to take over announcing duties, and the ACW fans cheer their approval.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a ladder match and it is for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first, he is the current reigning ACW Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda! ”Poison” hits the speakers as the fans get on their feet anticipated for the arrival of the Entertainment Champion himself. Once he makes his way from backstage, the fans let him have it with a torrent of boos, all of which he casually ignores. He slides into the ring and looks around the ring, noticing the roughly four or five ladders scattered around the outside.Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, he is the Welsh Dragon, Dan White! The remixed version of the Welsh National Anthem hits the speakers as WD makes his way out to the ring, ignoring the boos that his opponent received earlier as well. WD notices a sign in the audience that says “Wales Sucks” and WD proceeds to flip off the fan and yell obscenities at him. The fan just smiles as WD shakes his head and slides into the ring. He stands in one corner as Kudo stands in the other, and both men simultaneously look up at the ET Title hanging from the center of the ring. WD points at it and smiles, mouthing the words “it’s mine”. Kudo just smirks and awaits the beginning of the match, because he knows full well he can prove WD wrong only through fists.Bell Rings. Kudo charges at WD and instantly let’s loose a flail of powerful kicks to WD’s midsection. WD blocks one after a few shots and instantly grabs Kudo around the waist. He tries to throw Kudo over him, but Kudo lands on his feet and spins around for a kick straight to WD’s jaw. WD grabs his jaw and proceeds to crack it slightly, then unleashes a grin of a great magnitude. WD runs in and hits Kudo with an elbow to his shoulder, then kicks Kudo’s knee. He goes for another kick, but Kudo ducks it and tries to dropkick WD’s legs. WD jumps over this dropkick attempt and goes for a double stomp, but Kudo rolls out of the way and handsprings up, jumps up, spins around, and delivers a fast and furious kick to WD’s shoulder. He goes for another kick, but WD pushes his foot away and kicks him in the stomach, then flips over his back and smashes an elbow into his head. Kudo turns around and goes for a Pele-esque kick, but WD catches his leg and kicks it midair. Kudo handsprings past WD and kicks WD in the side of the head, then chops him in the chest and goes for another spin kick, which WD ducks. WD then leaps up for an uppercut, but Kudo dodges, slaps his arm out of the way, and hits him with a spin kick to the face. WD then springs up and kicks Kudo, who kicks him back, allowing this cycle to continue for a few more kicks until Kudo pushes WD into the ropes and tries for another kick as he rebounds, allowing WD to slide under him and grab his leg, forcing him to fall down hard to the mat. WD raises his leg high and attempts to squash Kudo’s face with it, but Kudo rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, stopping in the corner for a break as WD takes a break of his own. The fans erupt for this exchange of martial arts and eagerly anticipate more, knowing that that may have been one of the greatest things they’ve ever seen. Take that Low Ki. The men are mere inches away from each other, and at the exact moment they launch into another attack. This time, however, the strikes are less frequent and instead they focus on grapples. Kudo takes down WD with a hip toss and tries to lock in an arm lock, but WD rolls through and lifts Kudo up, hitting him with a jumping arm breaker. Kudo moves back slightly and WD tries to take this opportunity by hitting Kudo with a snapmare. But it’s not to be, as Kudo pushes him away and hits him with one of his own. He then follows this up by trying to dropkick WD’s head. WD falls flat on his back and avoids the kick, then grabs Kudo’s feet midair and drops him on the mat. He rolls through with him and is able to execute a Chaos Theory-esque German Suplex on Kudo. Kudo flails for a few seconds, but is able to get back to his feet and duck a roundhouse kick to the head. He tries for a clothesline, but WD ducks it and dropkicks him into the corner turnbuckle. He charges in but Kudo moves out of the way, causing WD to crash into the turnbuckle. He turns around and gets nailed in the side of the head by a swift kick from Kudo. Kudo then backs him up into the corner and proceeds to hit him with alternating knee strikes. WD pushes him away and ducks another kick, then follows through by knocking down Kudo with a leg lariat. WD goes back into his corner and awaits another onslaught by Kudo…but it never comes. Kudo knows full well that the only way he can win is by climbing the ladder, and going all Matrix on WD won’t help him grab his precious belt. Kudo slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder, but WD saw this move coming and decides to charge the ropes, launching himself over for a corkscrew body plancha to Kudo on the outside. A large “holy shit” chant follows this, and the fans wonder if the two men can possibly top that spot. Oh they can…and they will. WD gets to his feet and grabs a ladder, then balances it on the barricade. The fans quickly move out of his way, completely aware that his temper is not something to take lightly. WD grabs Kudo over the ladder, but Kudo throws his arm away and jumps onto the barricade, then jumps down onto the ladder, forcing it to fly directly into WD’s face. WD takes the impact rather…painfully, and instantly falls backward flat on his back. Kudo jumps up onto the apron and tries for an asai moonsault, but WD lifts his knees up and stops Kudo’s impact. Kudo flails backwards, but WD is able to spring up and jump onto the barricade, then jump off and take down Kudo with a spinning dropkick. WD gets to his feet a few moments later and taunts the crowd, but then Kudo sneaks up behind him and hits him with a back drop onto the concrete floor, simultaneously knocking himself out. We’re gonna be here for a LONG time…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:41:53 GMT -5
Kudo is the first to get to his feet, and he follows this action by grabbing a ladder and sliding it into the ring. He follows it from behind and slowly starts to set it up. He then hears a loud variety of boos, and instantly realizes something is amiss. He turns around too late, however, as WD is able to leap into him with a crossbody takedown. WD sets up the ladder as quickly as possible and starts to climb, but the nearby Kudo is able to kick the ladder, causing it to fall down with WD about halfway up. WD falls on the mat cleanly, but the ladder falls on Kudo’s knee in a very awkward position, causing Kudo to show his discomfort by unleashing a very small scream of pain. Kudo does his best to keep the scream silent, but WD’s ears are too experienced to not notice this. WD smirks and walks over to Kudo, then kicks him as hard as he can in the knee. Kudo now lets out a larger scream, and WD is very pleased to find that his thoughts are correct. He grabs a ladder and drags it over to Kudo, then jams his knee in between the ladder. He grins as he looks at the audience, and then follows this action by stomping down on the ladder. He then jumps onto a nearby rope and climbs up to the top rope, leaps off, and delivers a ferocious double stomp onto the knee. Kudo this time cannot keep his pain hidden, and his screams are music to WD’s ears.
Of all people, WD is no stranger to ladder matches. So it’s sort of a surprise when he grabs Kudo’s leg and locks in a leg bar type submission. Kudo flails in pain, but even if he taps out the match will not end. WD is fully aware of this, but he likes to take his time and inflict pain slowly, which he seemingly is doing. He lets go of the submission and slides out of the ring, seemingly discontent with the ladder he already has in the ring. He grabs another one and slides it into the ring…and realizes his fatal mistake once he notices that Kudo’s body is missing. He turns around seconds too late as Kudo plunges a ladder directly into his face, instantly busting him open. WD puts his hand on his forehead and sees the crimson on his hand, and he is none too pleased. He gets to his feet, but then suddenly Kudo launches at him after back springing from the barricade, hitting him with the Flashback Elbow. The fans cheer him for the first time in a long time, but Kudo does not take these cheers as anything special. He slides into the ring and grabs the new ladder, then sets it up and starts to slowly climb. Kudo just gets his second leg to the top when all of a sudden he feels the ring shake. He looks down and sees WD shaking the ladder slowly, unable to muster enough strength to push it entirely. Kudo can feel that the ladder is about to give way, but he’s not going down without a fight. So he leaps off, completely aware of the risk he’s taking, and slams WD’s face with the Yakuza Knee, encouraging an enormous “HOLY SHIT” chant from the crowd.
Though WD and Kudo are very tired at this point and are very…knocked out, this match is far from over. WD somehow rises up and looks around at the fans, who are enthusiastically chanting their support for the continuation of the match, when all that WD really wants to do is end this match as fast as possible. WD grabs Kudo and locks him into a rear naked choke, and then proceeds to slam him onto the ground to make sure that he is knocked out. He then takes a ladder and lays it down in front of him. He turns around only to get kicked directly in the face by a none-too-pleased Kudo. Kudo tries to hit WD with the KO Exploder, but WD throws him off and lifts him onto his shoulder for a scoopslam. Kudo battles out and slides off the shoulder, then gets WD into a gutwrench. WD elbows him in the side of the head and spins around for his own gutwrench, trying for a German Suplex. Kudo is able to flip onto his feet and charges at WD, who is still lying on the ground. But WD is too quick of a thinker, so when Kudo is close enough he springs back and grabs his head with his legs and whips him down with a modified hurracanrana directly onto the ladder. WD gets to his feet and knows that he is far from done, so he follows this up by jumping onto the top turnbuckle, pumping his fists in the air, and leaping off to hit Kudo with a Swanton bomb directly onto the ladder!
Both men lie motionless for quite some time, but the chants never stops. Kudo is somehow the first man to rise, and when he rises he is greeted with a very enthusiastic “this is awesome” chant. He smiles, but knows full well he’s not there to entertain (how ironic, given he’s the champion of that). He stops wasting his time and sets up a ladder in the corner, making it his goal to now take out WD as fast as possible. He lifts up WD and tries to whip him into the ladder, but WD reverses and whips Kudo into them instead. He charges at Kudo for a stinger splash, but Kudo kicks him in the gut, and then grabs him into a suplex type hold. He punches him in the stomach a few times and smiles, then lifts him up and whips him into the ladder with a vicious BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAH! A large “holy shit” chant erupts, but most of the fans dismiss this chant for the ever-popular “brain-bust-er” chant. Kudo gets up and stomps WD’s head a little bit. He sets up the ladder once more, but WD is able to sneak up behind him and kick the ladder down. He then proceeds to hit Kudo with the Spinechiller directly onto the ladder, knocking both men out for a few moments. Both men then proceed to nip up at the same time, but it is WD who grabs the advantage, as he is able to knock Kudo back down with the Royal KO kick delivered straight to the champion’s head.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:42:33 GMT -5
WD slides out of the ring for whatever reason, the mostly likely reason that he needs to take a breather. He does so, but then a more sadistic idea pops into his head. He reaches under the ring and pulls out everyone’s favorite little weapon, a table. He sets it up and slides into the ring, then grabs Kudo and throws him outside. He sets up a ladder and rams Kudo’s face against it, then rolls him onto the table. He climbs to the top of the ladder and looks down at the lifeless form of Kudo below him. He follows this up with the most beautiful, graceful, and breathless corkscrew moonsault in the history of wrestling, straight from the top of the ladder through the table. Why through the table? Because it just so turns out that Kudo saw the move coming, and he was able to roll off the table seconds before impact. But still, that doesn’t stop the “holy shit” chants from coming for perhaps the fifth time in the match. Kudo gets to his feet with great difficulty, because that move took out a lot of energy even from him. He slides into the ring and sets up a ladder, slowly climbing it to the top. Just when he’s at the top, WD erupts into a fury and gets to his feet, charges into the ring, climbs up to the top of the ladder, and yanks Kudo down by his foot. But Kudo doesn’t plan on going down alone, so he grabs WD’s waist on his way down and ends up slamming both of them down onto the ladder below them. Need I tell you what kind of chant follows?
For whatever reason, WD is the first person to get to his feet. He picks up a ladder and sets it up rather groggily, as the entire match has taken a lot out of him. What he hasn’t realized yet is that he’s set it up near the corner. He tries to climb it, but it seems hopeless. Kudo takes his opportunity and springs, attempting to hit the KO Exploder. WD pushes him away and launches himself into the ropes, and on his way back he hits the Inside Out. Kudo rolls out of the ring clutching his head as WD goes onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle, signaling that apparently he has realized where he’s set up the ladder. It is only when he gets a little more than halfway up the ladder and starts to reach up into the air despairingly that the fans realize that he is, indeed, groggy. Kudo doesn’t question WD’s motives for a moment, so he proceeds to onto the top turnbuckle from the outside. He punches WD in the back a few times…and it is then that WD acts. He spins around and rams Kudo’s head between his legs, and simultaneously face first into the ladder. He then lifts him up and sends both of them to the outside of the ring, only Kudo is the one who is hit with a powerbomb onto the concrete floor. Both men are out for what seems like ages and the “holy shit” chants are louder than ever.
The competitors are lying motionless on the floor on the outside, and neither have any idea of what to try next. But an idea comes into the mind of WD, so he is the first to get to his feet. He grabs a ladder from under the ring and turns around to see that Kudo has followed his example and has risen to his feet. It is at this moment that WD springs into action, so he launches himself full force at Kudo and slams him in the face with the ladder, forcing Kudo to fly over the barricade and into the empty chairs on the outside (empty because the majority of the fans in the front row have realized that their seats may be a safety hazard to themselves). WD sets up the ladder on the outside and climbs to the top, then sits on top of it. He waits for Kudo to rise and once he does, he springs off and lands on the barricade with both feet. He uses this momentum to spring off for a spinning heel kick…but Kudo ducks and WD crashes legs first into the mass of empty chairs as the infamous “holy shit” chant erupts. Kudo lifts up WD and throws him over the barricade, and then awaits his rise. Once WD does just that, Kudo shows him how it’s done and jumps onto the barricade, then flies off for a spinning heel kick that hits WD perfectly in the jaw…and simultaneously launches him back first into the ladder he was one mere moments ago.
Both men are lost on the outside, not knowing what they can bust out anymore. They both try to get up, but it proves to be a difficult task, as the spots they have produced have not only caused extreme awesomeness, but they have caused mass pain to each other. They both slowly get to their feet and look at one another, and then simultaneously at the ET Title still hanging from above the ring. Kudo smirks and all WD can do is smile back at him. The two men, whether or not they are cocky, cannot allow their opponent to see any weakness. However, Kudo’s limp cannot be easily hidden, and WD targets it almost instantly. He tries to grab Kudo’s leg, but Kudo jumps over him and chops him in the chest. This doesn’t stop WD, as he simply chops Kudo back, then grabs the leg and hits his infamous Last Hurrah directly onto the leg, a very clever modification. WD climbs to the apron, and then jumps off for a moonsault, but Kudo is able to roll out of the way. He gets to his feet with great trouble, but once he does he is able to grab a just recovering WD and hit him with an infamous move of his own, which he dubs the Ying Yang Suplex. WD hits his head rather hard on the floor, but this will never stop the match. No, nothing can stop this match from ending and both men know it. It can be argued that one way or another, this match will end…but the emotional ferocity and the fighting that has occurred here can never be forgotten nor ignored.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:43:54 GMT -5
And with that last thought, Kudo is able to forget the pain in his knee and is able to slide into the ring in an almost seamless manner. He sets up a ladder and starts climbing it to the top, knowing that victory is just moments away…but then he feels the ring shake from below him and knows that WD has made his way into the ring. Kudo sighs, knowing that at this point victory is almost completely unachievable. But regardless, Kudo never gives up and continues climbing to the very top. WD sees how close Kudo is to victory and quickly pulls the ladder away, a trick that has never failed in past ladder matches…but it does now, as Kudo has latched onto the top of the ladder and refuses to let go. WD looks at Kudo in an “unbelievable” manner, and most of the fans can barely believe it either. Instead of pushing the ladder down to the ground, WD decides to climb to the top and take care of the problem himself. He reaches the top, but what greets him is an untamed Kudo, who takes it upon himself to pounce. He punches WD square in the nose, the force of which knocks down WD and sends him flying to the mat below. Kudo smiles and sees that his strategy has worked, and proceeds to climb to the top. He reaches for the title…but finds that it is about seven feet away due to the cleverness of WD. Kudo scoffs, looks at the fans, and shrugs. He follows this up by hitting a shooting star press the likes of which even Paul London would be jealous of.
The men lie motionless in the center of the ring as the fans add another chant to their arsenal: “match of the year.” If these men can pull out anymore than they have already, the chant can evolve into something over a year. The two men get up and there is nothing but fury in both of their eyes. They want the title above the ring more than anything else and one of them is certain to get it. The question is…how far will they go to earn this title? Both have proved that they should be the champion, as they have done nothing BUT entertain today. Kudo slowly grabs a ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring, and WD takes no action in attempting to stop him. Kudo sets up the ladder perfectly in the center of the ring and starts to climb…and it is then that WD makes his move. He climbs up the other side and races to the top with Kudo seconds behind. He gets to the top and Kudo is ready to stop him from grabbing the title…but it is not the title that WD is after. Kudo makes it to the top and WD grabs him without another thought and lifts him up and off the ladder, finally hitting him with the Stunt Bomb! The fans proceed to dubiously mark out (and rightfully so), and they also have the opportunity to chant the ever popular “holy shit” for the twelfth time, give or take a few times.
Kudo and WD get up once more, and Kudo ducks a kick attempt and follows through with a Roaringiri kick directly to WD’s head. WD steps back and bounces off the ropes, allowing Kudo a chance to hit a spiral dropkick, which he unfortunately misses. WD gets back up again and runs up the top turnbuckle, jumps off, spins around and hits a hurracanrana on Kudo. He gets to his feet and yells out “now THAT’S entertainment!” and points at the title. He turns around and hits a standing moonsault, but Kudo rolls out of the way hits one of his own onto WD. Kudo slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder, then balances it on the barricade. He takes another one and balances it a few feet away. He then takes a third ladder and opens it, closing it on both ladders and causing them to unbalance and fall down closer to the ring. He then takes a FOURTH ladder and does the same to the other side, somehow causing this interesting contraption to balance on the barricade. He looks back into the ring, and once he is sure than WD is still out, he takes a fifth ladder and puts it onto the barricade, making sure that there is even more balance. He then slides into the ring and grabs WD. In the split second before he acts, WD notices the death trap that Kudo has created and smiles. Just when Kudo is about to hit him with something, WD stops playing possum and elbows Kudo in the side of the head, then launches Kudo through the second and third rope to the outside, launching him face first directly into the ladder death trap!!!
By this time, the fans have risen to their feet and start applauding, cheering, chanting, everything. “Holy shit” chants overlap “this is awesome” chants, which simultaneously overlap “best match ever” chants. But the loudest of all is the ever-popular “A-C-DUB!” chants, which for today have been borrowed from the ECW faithful, though one letter different. Kudo can barely register the chants as he is lying on two ladders with another one lying directly on him. WD smirks, seeing Kudo stuck in his own violent domain, and instantly starts setting up another ladder. He slowly but surely climbs it, appearing about halfway up once thirty seconds have passed. He pauses for a few seconds, but then continues climbing. Meanwhile, in his ladder death trap, Kudo has begun to move his eyes a little bit. And the first thing he sees is WD climbing the ladder and being mere inches away from Kudo’s precious title. Kudo freaks, and when I say freaks, I mean it. He throws the ladder off of him and slides into the ring, but not before grabbing a small little bottle from his pocket. He takes in the fluid of the bottle and throws it at WD’s back, slowing WD’s ascent. Kudo gets on the other side of the ladder and starts climbing up. Moments later, both men are at the very top of the ladder and the fans are on their feet once again. WD punches Kudo, and Kudo punches WD back. WD flails slightly, and Kudo takes it upon himself to strike, spitting out the evil black mist that was contained within him mere moments ago. WD flails around a bit, but the sting of the mist on his open wound is not enough to bear, and he falls back motionlessly. The fans start to chant loudly, even though they know the match is over. Kudo climbs up to the very top and unhooks his title amidst the increasingly loud chants.
Philip: Here is your winner…and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda!
”Poison” hits the speakers as Kudo unbelievingly raises his title up high, and then slowly proceeds to climb down the ladder. He gets to the bottom and raises his title even higher as the fans proceed to award him and his opponent with the loudest and most significant “Match of the Year” chant they can muster. Kudo looks down at his fallen adversary and their eyes meet, and for maybe one second they both nod their approval and respect for their opponent. After this honorable meeting, Kudo slides out of the ring and straps his title around his waist. He disappears backstage as WD gets to his feet and wipes away the blood from his face. The referee offers him some assistance, but WD simply pushes him away and slides out of the ring as the fans continue chanting. Moments later, WD disappears behind the curtain…and the chants just never stop coming.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:45:54 GMT -5
Segment: Excuses (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades into the backstage area of ACW, where the ever-engaging and ever-persistent form of Hunter appears, not in exactly what one would call "the best of moods." After all, his title match is rapidly approaching, and he's not thrilled at the prospect of facing AK. But then again, he does have one positive on his side, whether he likes to admit it or not. Not only does Hunter have both his World and Tag Team Titles around his waist, but in his hand he carries an all-too-familiar case, roughly twice the size of his hand. Its leather exterior is inviting; its contents are not. Hunter looks at the case in a confused manner every few seconds, as if there is an internal battle in his head. In fact, there is, and it appears that both sides are at a stalemate. And then, as if on pure irony alone, he turns the corner and comes face to face with Mrs. Smith, her younger daughter standing a few feet behind her.
Hunter: Oh, hello Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith: Mr. Hunter.
She bows slightly. Hunter says and does nothing, perhaps realizing he's not in the best of positions right now.
Hunter: What can I help you with?
Mrs. Smith: Oh it is nothing you can help me with. It is something I can help you with.
She motions towards the case in Hunter's hand.
Hunter: Oh, this? Ummm...well you see...it's unnecessary for help right now.
Mrs. Smith: Oh really? Are you sure you would not rather have me administer it for you?
Hunter: No, it's all right. I can do it myself. Plus, I don't want to...erm...waste any of it. There's still much time left until my match.
Mrs. Smith: I can administer it to you moments before your match, you know that.
Hunter: Yeah...but...we've...we've got this thing...umm...I have to be in this room, you see...and...no outsiders are allowed. It's...company policy.
Mrs. Smith: I see. So then how will you use it?
Hunter: Oh don't you worry, I can do it. I remember the spot on my neck I need to use it with, I can put it in. It can't be THAT hard.
Mrs. Smith: Well, I trust you can do it. Is there anything else I can do for you? We have tickets to the event, after all. We would not want to waste any time.
Hunter: Uh...no. It's all right.
Mrs. Smith: Excellent. Good luck tonight, Mr. Hunter. Not that you would need it.
She smiles as Hunter nods slightly. She turns around and begins walking away, passing her daughter without so much as a glance. Hunter now looks directly into the eyes of Miss Smith, the silent beauty of his dreams.
At the other end of the corridor, AK passes by; she notices Hunter and the young woman together, and fleetingly wonders who she is, but is too wrapped up in her own thoughts to think on it any further, and is gone as quickly as she came. Hunter is equally oblivious to anything other than what is directly in front of him.
There is a long and very comfortable silence as the two looks into each other's eyes. After a few moments, Miss Smith smiles and opens her mouth to speak.
Miss Smith: I...good luck tonight, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: Please, call me Andrew.
She is slightly taken aback by his lack of courtesy to himself.
Miss Smith: ...Andrew. Yes...good luck.
He smiles, this time somewhat awkwardly, as if she has never smiled in her life before. There is another silence, this one more lustful than the last. Hunter knows that he is staring, and he knows that such an act is impolite, but he cannot help himself. There is something about her that he cannot help but adore. If he could, he would give everything up just for one moment with her, and she feels the same way. Neither person wishes to reveal this to the other, but something in their eyes confirms this mutual attraction. There is a low whistle that comes from behind Miss Smith, and she turns to look at her mother a few feet away. Her mother taps her foot a few times, and Miss Smith understands her position within seconds. She bows before Hunter and turns to go. She joins her mother a few feet away, and together the two women walk away silently, though the daughter turns to Hunter once more before disappearing around a corner. Hunter stands silent, crestfallen, and looks down at the case once more. He knows he has a choice to make.
What he doesn't know is how soon he will have to make it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:46:41 GMT -5
Match 6: Affirmative Action vs. Torak (Opening events credit: Torak) The card is jam-packed with enticing match-ups, and this is one of the most intriguing of all; no one knows what to expect as Philip enters the ring.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a handicap contest, set for one fall…. The lights dim, engulfing the entire arena in darkness. Here come those nocturnal animals again. The crowd knows what is coming next…or at least, they think they do. An unfamiliar sound begins to emanate from the speakers. Fans frantically consult the show program, checking the event schedule for anything they may have missed. Is this some kind of mistake? The music is soft yet quite haunting and invites all eyes to focus on the Alphatron.
On screen, dark and grainy footage of a mysterious man stood alone in an empty room. Due to the darkness cast on his body it seems at first that he has no arms, however as the video continues it is realized that his arms are in fact restricted to his torso by what looks like a straight-jacket. He staggers around, psychotically bouncing between the walls with no purpose. He eventually begins to walk toward the screen, his face shrouded by darkness but his eyes visibly terrifying. As the introduction of the music comes to an end and the burst of drum and guitar kicks in the mysterious man explodes in rage, sending the straight jacket flying across the room. At the same time in the arena, at the peak of the stage a pyrotechnic explosion startles anyone who isn’t paying any particular attention. The main guitar rift cuts through the atmosphere like a buzzsaw. The guitar stutters then repeats the rift. As the guitar stutters again a figure emerges from the back, through the curtain and onto the stage in full view. It is Torak, as the fans initially anticipated. Philip: Introducing first, from the depths of the ACW Arena…. Torak! Torak stops, keeping a mean stare as he slowly surveys the crowd while the guitar, his new music continues to tear through the arena. The harsh guitar rift finally comes to an end and we return to the soft but haunting notes. Torak continues, albeit very slowly, almost in time to the dawdling beat. His powerful swagger remains but it’s almost as if it’s in slow motion. An entire verse elapses before he makes it to the ring. He hauls himself up onto the apron then enters through the ropes. He struts to the center of the ring and stops again, glaring out at the thousands of people around him. The vocalist of Torak’s new song screams something along the lines of “I’m a Broken Man!”. Is that referring to Torak? Or is it paying homage to his countless victims. Torak turns 180 degrees, turning his attention to the entranceway, willing Affirmative Action to join him in the ring.
There is a slight pause, and then “New York” hits for what is almost certainly the final time, and then there is a great surge of cheering as Torak’s opponents appear together on the stage.Philip: And his opponents, both from New York City…the “Sole Survivor” BK London and Victor “Latino” Laureano…. Affirmative Action! However much you dislike someone, the appearance of a much bigger threat can override such feelings, and that most certainly seems to be the case here; both BK and Latino know that Torak will mercilessly exploit any tiny weakness in the pair of them, and having seen his most recent actions in his mysterious lair they’re more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. They say nothing to one another as they approach the ring, both keeping their eyes firmly on Torak, who stares right back. The referee has no intention of allowing things to get out of hand, and wisely indicates to everyone that he’s starting the match right away. That suits the competitors down to the ground, and things kick off immediately as the referee calls for the bell.Bell Rings. It’s common knowledge that Torak has been obsessed with getting his hands on Latino properly in the ring since Ragnarok, but BK has done a sterling job with regard to getting into his bad books and as such Torak seems to take almost equal pleasure from delivering his enormous forearm blows to each of them. The crowd boos as Torak forces both his opponents back, but his advantage is only temporary as Latino and BK pull themselves together and start a joint assault, using rapid punches to hit their foe in turn. Understanding at once that he’s not going to win (or have a great deal of fun) if he’s being constantly double teamed, Torak grabs BK and tosses him aside so that he can concentrate of beating seven shades out of Latino; the crowd cries out as Torak hits a belly-to-belly suplex on his hated rival, leaving Latino to gasp in pain at the brutal power. BK, however, is not about to be sidelined, and he uses the ropes to quickly accelerate and then clips out Torak’s knee from under him, bring him down on to one knee. BK hits the ropes on the other side and rebounds, charging forward and aiming for a knee to the face; Torak easily rolls to avoid it, but Latino is back up and he delivers an elbow drop on to his opponent, scrambling away immediately before an increasingly angry Torak can get a hold of him. Seething, Torak gets back up and stomps toward Latino, but keeps his ears open and picks up the sound of BK rushing toward him from behind. He turns, and performs an almost graceful tilt-a-whirl slam aided by BK’s own momentum; the fans yell in surprise, and Torak gives BK a couple of extra kicks before Latino is able to pull him out of danger. BK refuses Latino’s attempts to help him up, and the crowd wonders if another big argument is about to break out. However, Torak didn’t come here to listen to his foes shouting at one another, and storms forward, knocking them both down with a mighty double clothesline. The crowd boos, which just makes Torak smirk a little under his half-mask, but he is not aware of BK and Latino nipping back up in unison, and BK quickly slides to the outside and taunts Torak as only he can. This lets Latino get a clear run up behind his opponent, and he dropkicks him in the back, tipping Torak up and over to the- no! Torak has hold of the ropes, and gets his feet to the apron. This show of agility from the big man is unexpected (and the crowd is quietly impressed), but nothing fazes BK, and to the crowd’s amazement he jumps up to the apron, grasps his foe and pulls off a superplex from their elevated point to the thin outside mats. It clearly hurts both men, and for the first time Torak seems to be in a compromised position; he and BK slowly stand up, and from inside the ring Latino watches, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. There is a rising surge of noise from the crowd as Latino signals, and then runs forward diving into the Pitbull’s Pounce; he has Torak perfectly lined up to take him into the safety barrier, and – staggeringly, Torak has enough strength to not only resist the impact, but to let himself drop and turn as he does so in order that he can throw Latino straight into the metal barrier of his own accord. There are cries of alarm from the fans closest to the barrier, and Latino looks badly dazed; Torak gets on his feet and presses his boot against Latino’s windpipe, but BK comes to the rescue and forces Torak to focus on him instead. The two men trade blows that would most likely take out an ordinary man, but Torak slowly starts to get the better of the situation, and as BK becomes dazed Torak traps him against the corner where two sections of the barrier meet. Just as it’s looking bad for BK, there is a mighty cheer from the fans; Torak doesn’t see Latino until he’s already up on the barrier, and Latino pulls off his Tornado DDT with aplomb. Torak is once again thrown against the unforgiving floor, and it seems that fighting on the outside is giving some advantage to his smaller and lighter opponents.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 25, 2006 15:47:58 GMT -5
With the crowd enthralled by the twists and turns (both physical and metaphorical) of the match, BK becomes aware of the referee’s count (which started when all 3 men were outside the ring). Any countout result is most certainly not what anyone wants, so he rolls himself into the ring and then out of it to restart the 10 and returns to find Latino doing his best to avoid being struck by one of Torak’s sledgehammer-like blows. With the pair of them once again close to the barrier protecting the audience, BK opts to mix things up by launching an attack on Torak from behind; Torak ignores this for a few seconds, so intent is he on harming Latino, but eventually he has to react, and he does so by grabbing Latino’s arm and whipping him straight toward his partner. However, Torak hasn’t accounted for Latino’s athletic ability; he leapfrogs over BK, who simultaneously lashes out at Torak with a standing Shades of Michaels, sending him over the barrier and into the startled fans. A gap rapidly forms, and the crowd goes nuts as Latino hops up on the barrier and then hits Last Night’s Hangover. Cameras flash everywhere, a few people yell “it’s over!” and Latino hauls himself back over to the correct side of the guardrails; he and BK slide back into the ring, and shout at Torak, taunting him and telling him that he hasn’t got what it takes to deal with AA. The saying about pride and falls, though, is about to prove its worth; Torak rises up from the crushed wreckage of the chairs, and slowly, unstoppably, moves back toward the ring, halting the referee’s count just in time. Now BK and Latino look a little more worried; Torak stares at both of them and rubs his mammoth palms together, and his expression suggests that he’s only just getting started with the two of them…
The three men clash violently once more; BK and Latino start well, using a mixture of punches, chops and kicks to the abdomen, but Torak brings their assault to a crunching halt by grabbing their heads and smashing them together, making the crowd almost scream and feel quite ill. Both men stagger, badly shaken up, and Torak hits a hanging suplex on to BK before turning his full attention to Latino, who walks into his Orb of Aldur (Implant DDT lift to sitout powerbomb). Torak makes a cover, and gets a 2 count, though he seems not to be too concerned about actually finishing the match, as one might expect. Latino, however, is not simply prepared to stay lying down, and he punches directly up into Torak’s forehead since it is now within his reach. Torak’s vision blurs and Latino rolls away; BK has picked himself up, and with a black look on his face he stalks over and adds a kick to the temple of his own so that Torak rolls over on to his back. Moving quickly, BK takes hold of his opponent’s head with his legs, and turns both himself and Torak over before initiating the Headscissors pushup facebuster series. The crowd counts as BK “works out”: 1…..2…..3…..4- but as Torak’s face hits the canvas for the 4th time, he tenses, and then with a huge effort lifts BK up into an Electric Chair position. BK has no time to protect himself as Torak brings him crashing down, and the crowd is stunned as Torak thumps his chest, a rare show of emotion from the monster.
This time BK really has been stunned, and Latino knows at once that he’s on his own for at least the next minute or so. Relying on his speed, Latino darts here and there, dodging Torak’s attempts to grab him and doing all he can to buy time, as well as draining Torak’s energy reserves. It’s a strategy that can’t last forever, and understanding that he’s got to meet this head on, Latino slaps his chest and yells at Torak, getting the crowd seriously fired up. It’s the moment they, and Torak, have waited for; Torak has the sheer size advantage, but Latino’s spirit is fierce, and for a good 15 seconds or so they trade blows as Latino defies Torak’s will of destruction. Then the inevitable happens; Latino’s adrenalin surge starts to fail, and Torak’s eyes light up as he grabs Latino and lifts him… but Latino has held out long enough for BK to recover, and BK makes the save, shoulder-tackling Torak from the side and causing him to drop Latino. The pair catch one another’s eyes, and it happens in a fleeting moment; summoning all their strength, Latino and BK lift Torak and deliver a double brainbuster, with a sound that almost makes people think that the ring’s going to give way. BK makes the pin, the referee counts, 1….2..- but Torak kicks hard, with more strength than anyone would have expected at this stage in proceedings. BK and Latino look at one another, and they know that this battle’s a long way from being won.
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