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Post by Latino on Mar 5, 2006 13:52:13 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Genocide ‘06Saturday 25th March 2006 Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------------------------- No-DQ Match Rawt vs. VorteX ------------------------------------------------- GooeyGarth vs. Rattlesnake ------------------------------------------------- Handicap Tag Cage Match Angelus & Torak vs WeDrag & CBK ------------------------------------------------- ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Jake Cheng vs. Red's Only Fan vs. Nina Starr ------------------------------------------------- ACW Entertainment Title - 30 Minute Iron Man Match Jonny Omega vs. Tornado ------------------------------------------------- ACW International Title - Ultimate X Match Macho Man RDK vs. Santiago Rivera ------------------------------------------------- ACW World Title - 8-Person Asylum Match Hunter vs. BK London vs. Atomic Kitsune vs. Senator vs. Jonny Spade vs. TNT vs. Predator vs. Holocaust -------------------------------------------------
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:14:39 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Yet Another Story / Infiltration (Credit: Hunter / AK )
After four long weeks of anticipation, the ACW fans have made it all the way to Genocide, another grand spectacle of ACW programming. All who are tuned in to the program gaze at their television sets (or at the arena itself) in wondrous amazement, knowing that tonight will truly be a night worth remembering. And somewhere in the ACW parking lot, there is a large group of backstage workers busy assembling the final pieces of the Asylum, the destined-to-be-violent climax of this show. But there is much more time before the main event takes place. No, until then the fans are treated to yet another tale from the inner workings of ACW, this one told by two of ACW’s finest. And these two people just happen to open the doors to Chairman Gingerdude’s office and find their way into the room. The exuberant chairman is ready to question them, but the two instantly sit down in chairs, looking much worse than usual. Hunter looks at Ginger with his classic glance of misanthropic anger, and AK sits to his right lacking her trademark smile.
Hunter: Here we are. If you yell at us…or anything along those lines, I’ll quit on the spot. I’ve been through too much shit this week.
Ginger: Are you two still going to be in the Asylum?
AK: Of course.
Hunter: Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
There is a detectable hint of sarcasm in Hunter’s words, but Ginger pays it no mind. Instead, he reaches under his desk and pulls out the ACW World Title with Hunter’s name still attached to it. Hunter takes it and glances at it lovingly, attempting to ignore the bloodstains still on it. AK looks at it out of the corner of her eye, but then she makes it her duty to report to the impatient chairman.
AK: So do you want to hear it now?
Ginger: Well this work can wait. I would definitely like to know why two of the most prominent parts of my company, and tonight’s main event, generally deserted me.
AK: We were here for Warfare, and we are here now.
Hunter: Thus we didn’t desert.
Ginger: Fair enough. So what do you have?
AK: Hunter, would you like to start it off?
Hunter: …why the hell not?
He leans closer to Ginger and sets the title down on the table. He glances back down at it once more, and then brings his attention to the story.
Hunter: So, the car ride was uncomfortable as crap and long as hell. But we did get there somewhere around seven at night. Thankfully, we got there just in time…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:15:17 GMT -5
Hunter stifles a grunt as he lands on his left leg, closing the car door quickly behind him. Though it may have been a week ago that he was stabbed in this leg, he can still feel the after-effects, especially when the leg starts randomly bleeding. But he pays it no mind, not wanting to show any signs of weakness before his big moment. AK, meanwhile, stands at the other side of the car and admires the view, though admires may be too harsh a term. She questions if she is seeing things, given that it is not often one sees a thriving town in the middle of nowhere, roughly ten hours detached from normal society. But what is normal? She looks over at Hunter questioningly, but he simply shakes his head and starts heading down the slope of the hill. She understands his lack of words for what it is and closely follows, knowing that Hunter will likely be the only man who will keep her alive throughout this entire ordeal.
AK: So, umm---
Hunter whips his hand back and stops it mere inches from her mouth, silencing her in a matter of seconds. He then moves his hand forward once more and clenches the hand into a fist, sans his index finger, which points forward. AK follows its point of view and sees two dark figures conversing close to the shadows. Hunter looks to his left and then to his right, and once he is sure the cost is clear, he runs forward and rolls into a ball, stopping a few inches short of a large barrel that blocks his entire form. AK is just about to do the same, but Hunter quickly shakes his head. She looks back at the two conversing men and sees that they are looking around into the darkness, unable to see her or Hunter. They then turn their attention back towards each other, and Hunter nods, giving AK the opportunity to follow suit and land directly next to Hunter.
Hunter: Be quiet. I want to hear what they’re saying…
Hunter leans closer to the direction of the two men and is somehow able to pick up their words.
Man #1: …so when is this going to start anyway?
Man #2: It should be soon.
Man #1: That is very good. I have heard it will be a wonderful ceremony.
Man #2: We can only hope.
Hunter looks around him and sees a conveniently placed rock, which he hands to AK.
Hunter: Get one of them. I’ll charge and take out the second.
She nods understandingly, and Hunter gets on one knee and looks directly at the man to the left. AK throws the rock full force and watches as it shatters across the right man’s skull, and then watches as Hunter leaps into the air and delivers a cringe-inducing kick to the other man’s jaw. Hunter motions AK forward and the two meet up once more to discuss their next plans.
AK: Well that was all fun and dandy. What next?
Hunter: Hide the bodies.
AK nods and grabs the right man, whom she is able to drag into the shadows behind a few crates. Hunter does the same, and they once again meet up in the center.
AK: And now?
Hunter: I don’t know. Let’s just try to get as much information as possible.
AK: What’s this about a ceremony?
Hunter: I think it’s---
He stops mid-sentence as his eyes fall upon something in the shadows, a figure that he is all too familiar with. This is the same black figure that he saw earlier in the week in the mansion of the Smiths. AK notices his puzzlement and looks out into the shadows, unable to see anything.
Hunter: …please tell me you see it.
AK: Can’t say that I can. What are you---
They suddenly hear footsteps to their right and spring up into a joint offensive position. As the footsteps get closer, Hunter turns back towards the shadowy field, and finds that it is as empty as ever. He sighs disappointingly, and then proceeds to turn his attention back towards the footsteps. The footsteps turn around the corner and AK instantly exits the offensive position, Hunter doing so only a few moments later.
Hunter: …well this’ll be weird.
Before them stands a girl of roughly teenage age, a girl who one might add Hunter is very uncomfortable around. Not for the age of her or some sort of strange sexual experience he may have had with one of them, but for the large level of immatureness they possess.
Girl: …who are you?
Hunter is more used to painful shrieks of almost orgasmic nature, but then he remembers the humbleness of the town.
Hunter: Umm…I…uh…
Girl: Wait, you look familiar.
Hunter: Yeah, my name is Andrew Hunter---
Girl: Oh of course! You came in with Sarah and her mother a week ago. I saw you.
Hunter: Uh, yeah.
Girl: Well why are you here?
Hunter: I was invited back for the…erm…ceremony.
Girl: And who is this?
Hunter looks at AK, who attempts to look unimportant and peaceful throughout the entire exchange. The teenage girl looks at her maliciously, as most girls tend to, and then looks back at Hunter once he answers her.
Hunter: She’s just another guest. So tell me, what’s going on?
Girl: During the ceremony, you mean?
Hunter: Yeah.
Girl: You were invited and they did not tell you?
Hunter: I didn’t ask. There’s a difference.
Girl: I see. Well, the yearly ceremony has finally come upon us. The new group of kids that have turned seventeen are about to undergo the procedure.
Hunter silently curses, looking around and hoping to find some sort of hope.
Hunter: Is Sarah attending?
Girl: She’s one of the people going through the procedure. Which is strange, given that she is well over seventeen.
Hunter: I see.
Hunter looks at AK, and the two exchange words through their eye signals. AK then slowly nods as Hunter turns back towards the girl.
Hunter: Could you take us to the meeting hall? We were never given specific directions.
Girl: Of course. Follow me.
Hunter: Wait. Could you give us a…private way in? We don’t want anyone to see us.
Girl: Why not?
Hunter: …it’s a surprise.
The girl seemingly wants to question his motives, but she decides against it. She simply nods and walks down the pathway, allowing Hunter and AK to follow her. They quickly pass through the main street as AK gets the chance to look over the exteriors of Gehenna, amazed by how wondrous and clean it is. Hunter would be in the same state if it weren’t for his already being introduced to this environment. This will be a long night for the both of them, and it will also be a night of pure dread. Hunter stops in his tracks and looks up ahead of him in amazement.
Hunter: …there it is again.
AK: What?
Hunter: Déjà vu.
AK: It happens.
Hunter: Perhaps. But not to me…and when it does, it’s not often.
He has much to think about, but now is not the time.
Now he needs to find his angel.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:15:57 GMT -5
Segment: Arrival (Credit: Senator)
The scene opens up with a wide camera shot of the parking lot, with a black Lincoln Navigator literally speeding its way into the lot, right up to the back door of the ACW Arena complex. The door opens, as the Senator leaps out, gives a quick thumbs up to the driver, and dashes towards the Arena, with Charlotte King following closely.
Charlotte: Senator Phillips!
The Senator: No time right now! I have to get ready! Show might have already started!
Charlotte: You have time! I just wanted to quickly ask you how you're doing...
Senator: Very well, in a nutshell, I am tired, having just gotten back from Illinois, and a meeting with fellow Democrats, but other than that, I am energized, and ready to enter the Asylum tonight. It might not be an easy struggle, but as JFK said, "we do things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard."
Charlotte: Do you think that you have a chance of winning, with your lack of preparation?
Senator: I have prepared quite a bit for my primary, and Dick Durbin is going down in defeat, for he is simply not the right man for Illinois, or the U.S. Senate.
Charlotte: I was talking about...
Senator: Yes, I know. (chuckles) There is always a chance, opportunities present themselves to those who work hard, and I believe that I can win...but do I want to win? Not sure on that count.
Charlotte: And why is that?
Senator: Running late, got to go, and do be sure to see me in action, it shall be one heck of a match, and that, my dear, is nothing, but the truth!
The Senator takes off, leaving Charlotte behind, and the viewers, and the scene heads right to the...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:16:26 GMT -5
Segment – Hillbillies strike back (Credit: VorteX)
The scene opens to a shabby diner somewhere in a remote part of the city. Vortex has just finished his meal; he tips the waiter and walks out of the side door into an alley. The camera man follows closely behind, a little nervous about the surroundings. The alley is dimly lit, and eerie shadows play off of the walls, cast by the diner’s lights.
Vortex walks forward, aiming to get to his car when a faint scratching is heard behind the pair. They continue walking, ignoring the sound. Suddenly, a trash can is whipped through the air, and bounces off a nearby wall, intended to hit Vortex but poorly thrown. The can screeches loudly from impact and spews garbage everywhere. Vortex and the camera man spin around, and two men are enveloped in the camera’s small auxiliary light.
??A – Hello ol’ friend.
??B – Member us goo budy’?
Vortex realizes the pair almost immediately from an old garbage fed he used to wrestle in. The two were brothers, Bobby and Al Bingham, and both were carrying weapons. Bobby brandished two light tubes, and Al carried a table under one arm which smelled strongly of gasoline. Both appeared to be drunk as usual, Al leaning a little on his table.
Al – We brought you sum presents ol’ buddy.
Vortex – Let me start with an obvious question. What the hell are you two doing here?
Bobby – Dat’s ssa no way to talk to ol’ friends…I tink you know very well what we’re doin’ here. See, you promised to wrastle in our upcomin’ eevent her, but you seema to have noa showed on us.
Vortex – You know I left your fed years ago. And you know the only reason I wrestled there was for food money. We never had a contract, so I can’t possibly be ‘no showing’. Therefore, I suggest you leave before things get real ugly around here…oh wait, they already did.
Al – You betta not be talkin bout us!
Bobby, the smarter of the two gets the insult, and a twinge of rage shows on his face. He grips the tubes so tightly they seem to be about to crack. Al, sees his brother’s anger and leans the table against a nearby wall, removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.
Al – You wanna smoke?
Vortex realizes exactly what this means and shoves the camera man behind him, the view now being blocked by Vortex. The camera man steps out to the side to get a better look, when a whoosh along with a ‘yeeeehaawww’ is heard. The table that Al was holding is now flaming and airborne, flying like an insane phoenix destined to collide with Vortex. Vortex spins, and kicks the table which breaks on impact and flies to both sides of Vortex, igniting some nearby trash.
Bobby – Since you dun want to come to us, and play by our rules, I guess wea come to you!
Bobby lunges at Vortex, swinging both tubes in a mad arc. Vortex catches Bobby’s hands midway down, and gives him a stunning kick to the mid section. Bobby laughs, and spits some nice ‘chackoin’ tabakee’ in Vortex’s face. Vortex, temporarily blinded, stumbles backward. Al, who has fetched a wooden seat from a broken chair, proceeds to lay into Vortex with the seat. Bobby takes one of the light tubes and smashes it over Vortex’s head, further dazing him. Vortex stumbles back a bit farther, and then lunges at the two men taking them both down with a vicious double clothesline. Bobby drops the other light tube on impact, which hits the ground hard but does not shatter. Vortex ceases the opportunity and grabs the light tube in mid roll, coming up with it and holding it out in front of him like a sword. Al regains his feet first, and assumes a ‘fightin’ position.
Al – You dun made me mad sewer scum!
Vortex throws the insult off and faints a kick at Al who bends down to block it, and who subsequently gets a light tube to the face. Vortex grabs the stunned Al and DDT’s him onto the concrete, knocking him out.
Vortex – One down, one to go.
Vortex spins around to find Bobby missing. Vortex turns back around too late, and gets a trash can right in his face, via Bobby. Bobby goes with the momentum and lands on top of Vortex, delivering hard punches into the crumpling can. Bobby delivers one last punch to Vortex’s gut, and lifts Vortex onto his shoulders, intending on using his ‘Mother Trucker Driver’ (modified Death Valley Driver). The camera man, finally gains a bit of courage, and delivers a stunning low blow to Bobby making the entire scene shake from the impact. Bobby lets out a howl and drops to his knees, giving Vortex enough time to slip off of his shoulders. Vortex delivers a giant roundhouse to Bobby’s face, bouncing Bobby’s head off of the nearby brick wall. Bobby slumps down, unconscious. Vortex thanks the camera man and asks if he’s alright, the scene sways up and down as the shaky camera man nods affirmatively.
A low sound of sirens can be heard in the distance, the diner owner must have called the police. Vortex leaves the two unconscious men behind, walks to his car and takes off. The camera man can be seen heading back to his van very quickly, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:17:07 GMT -5
Segment: Caribou and Cake (Credit: ??)
Fade in…in a bar. Leo “Crocjaw” Garrett and ex-ACW member Daisy are sitting side by side on stools.
Crocjaw: I can’t believe you agreed to come here with me.
Daisy: I can’t believe you took the night off. So, we’re even or something!
Crocjaw: Well, I thought it’d be fun. Besides, if what I think is going to happen is going to happen, I don’t want to be there.
Daisy: What do you mean?
Crocjaw takes a large drink from a beer.
Crocjaw: Aurelia…You know Aurelia? Yeah, the same one. She’s doing the press conference thing.
Daisy: I heard about it. What of it?
Crocjaw: It’s some kind of sham. She’s going to make ACW look bad in front of investors and the like. Crash the stocks.
Daisy: Are you serious?! I can’t let her get away with it!
Crocjaw: Sucks, doesn’t it?
Daisy: Do you mind if I cut our date a little short? There’s something I have to do. Let’s go back out next week!
Crocjaw: Second date? Never had one of those. Deal.
Daisy kisses him on the cheek and rushes out of the bar.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:18:49 GMT -5
Match 1: No-DQ Match Rawt vs. VorteX (Credit: Latino) With the fans’ appetite piqued, Philip enters the ring to a loud pop to get the first match underway.Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a No-Disqualification Match! Introducing first from Near Death Valley, California, United States…..weighing in at 200 lbs….Vortex! The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him. Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on. Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear. Phillip: And his opponent…weighing in at 300 lbs…from Berlin, Germany….Rawt! Another One Bites the Dust by Queen starts to play as Rawt walks through the curtains. He walks down to the ring as the fans lean over the barrier trying to slap hands or yell directly at him. Rawt hears their words but does his best to pay them no attention as he walks up the steps. Rawt then enters raises his arm to the fans, garnering a various assortment of boos across the arena.* The Bell Rings * As the bell is ringing throughout the arena, the fans are on their feet. Rawt and Vortex are standing in the middle of ring as they both look around the arena packed full of fans. Rawt breaks the moment of wonder as he kicks Vortex in the stomach. He bends over from the surprise attack and Rawt slams his forearm into his opponent’s back knocking him down on the ring mat. He then takes a few steps of leisure around Vortex as he lies on the mat. He starts to get up but Rawt leans back a little and kicks him in the torso once more, this time from the side. Vortex rolls on his side and Rawt takes a few steps back. He starts running and then jumps with a big elbow drop. Vortex slides out of the way and escapes underneath the ropes. Rawt hits the mat hard and grabs his elbow that takes the most of the blow. He turns his heard and notices where Vortex escaped to. He slowly slides under the ring and as he turns around a loud smack is heard as Vortex wails a steel chair across Rawt’s forehead. He stumbles back but looks at Vortex with a look as if he did the wrong move. Vortex swings the chair again but Rawt ducks and leaps at him with a big clothesline. The chair falls on the mat and Vortex nearly flips 180 degrees as gravity takes its toll and he hits the outside mat. Rawt falls down to one knee and the fans are already booing madly. He reaches behind himself and grabs Vortex by the hair and starts dragging him along the floor. Vortex rolls on his stomach and starts to stand up. He pulls back on Rawt, grabbing his arm, and then punches him in the stomach. He throws another punch and then one final as Rawt lessens his grip. Vortex then kicks him in the kneecap, forcing Rawt to release the hold. He then grabs the chair once again and viciously smacks Rawt in the right side of the face. Rawt falls down on one knee and Vortex then raises his steel weapon up in the air. The fans give out a big pop and he then turns his direction back to Rawt. Vortex grabs the chair with both hands and then is about to slam it into the big man’s face. Rawt blocks, and quickly grabs Vortex and pulls off a big powerslam on the outside mats. Vortex is now laid out on the floor and Rawt looks around to the fans as they start to boo. Rawt starts to drag Vortex a few inches and then pulls him back onto his feet. He rolls him onto the apron and climbs up as well. Vortex slowly starts to get to this feet and Rawt throws a punch. He then grabs Vortex and picks him up. He starts running the apron and as he jumps up Vortex counters the advance with a DDT and slams Rawt’s face into the steel steps. The fans all stand up and pop once again. Vortex rolls off the steps and Rawt slowly slumps down onto the outside mats. Both men are barely moving now and the Referee now slides under the ropes as he is checking on both men’s condition. As he asks both men if are they are ok the cameras pan around the arena. Many fans are on their feet looking towards the ring. Some hold up signs that say “VORTEX” and “RAWT IS NOTHING WITHOUT GELALE”. The camera shoots back to both men as Rawt is starting to move. Vortex is back on his feet and he’s looking underneath the ring for something…anything. After moments of searching he stops and looks back to the fans with a grin. He takes a few steps back and pulls out a long ladder much to the delight of the fans. He stands it up just next to the ring and immediately starts climbing. Now looking over at where Rawt is still positioned, Vortex starts to balance himself on the top of the ladder and then leaps off with the Annihilation Catalyst. He nails Rawt right in the face as he stands up and sends him on his back. Vortex hits the mats hard and a loud THUD! echoes throughout the arena. All the fans start chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:20:16 GMT -5
The Referee rapidly looks to both men and checks on each one. Vortex is rolling over on his side as it’s obvious that the move gave him just as much punishment as it did to Rawt. The nearby fans are cheering loudly for Vortex as he is still on the mat. They then start yelling at Rawt as he is slowly starting to come to his senses; he looks around, as if looking for his former valet, but then remembers his “firing” of her, and seems regretful for just a moment. He sees that VorteX is fighting back on to his feet, but before he can turn around Rawt charges at him and a loud SMACK! is heard as his big boot connects with Vortex’s face. He lunges back and holds his face as it bursts in pain, but he does not fall down. He looks backs back at Rawt but he attacks with an upper hook punch. He throws another and another as he gains the momentum in the match. Rawt then grabs Vortex by the arm and whips him into the apron and then under the ropes. Vortex rolls over into the middle of the ring and Rawt does not hesitate as he follows along. Rawt walks over and as he bends over Vortex and kicks him in the face. He takes this opportunity to get back onto his feet and jumps up in the air a roundhouse kick. Rawt takes one step back, but then charges forward with a Rawt Shot. Vortex leapfrogs over the charging threat and then runs forward toward the ropes. He bounces off them and Rawt does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Rawt gives it another try as he lunges forward with all his power. Vortex uses his speed as he goes down and slides between Rawt’s leg. As the big man is temporary confused, Vortex kips back up onto his feet and then starts running towards the ladder that is still on the outside of the ring. He leaps on the top rope and then springboards onto the ladder. Vortex takes a few seconds to find his balance and then jumps back with the moonsault body press. Bodies collide as Vortex slams into Rawt and he falls onto his back. Vortex then hooks the leg for the cover and the Referee slides onto the ring mat as if it’s a newly waxed floor. He slams down now for the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . Kickout by Rawt as the fans all stand up booing out like madmen. Even Vortex has to do a double take as he can’t believe what just happened. A loud “TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO” comes from the audience and Vortex gets back to his feet as he does not want to waste any more time. He grabs Rawt by the hair and throws a strong right. He then goes for an Irish Whip into the ropes but it’s reversed. Rawt follows him along as he tries for another Rawt Shot. Vortex jumps on the middle ropes and springboards back. Rawt at the last second catches him and then tries to run the lightweight into the standing ladder in front of them, but Vortex just takes the opportunity to latch onto it. He elbows Rawt in the face a few times as he breaks free and the grabs onto the ladder rungs. He climbs to the top of ladder. Not one to be outdone Rawt steps through the ropes and immediately starts climbing the ladder. As he reaches the top, Vortex throws a punch and Rawt fires back with one of his own. As each man connects with his punch the other lunges back from the impact. Rawt nearly falls off the ladder but he leans forward with a strong forearm to his opponent’s face. He then starts climbing to the top of the ladder and then pulls up Vortex with him. Both men are now standing on the ladder trying their best not to fall off in any direction. Vortex tries another attack but Rawt blocks it and then takes the chance to lift him up in the air. He holds him up briefly and then jumps off the ladder into the ring with the Bomb Drop. Vortex is driven into the ring and Rawt slams into it with impact himself. He takes a brief second to feel the pain and then hooks the leg for the cover. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….RAWT!!!
The arena blasts in boos as Rawt’s arm is raises in victory and his theme is played all around the arena. He slowly gets up as he’s thoroughly exhausted from the hard fought battle. Rawt shows a few signs of limping slightly as he rolls out of the ring, the match took a lot out of him. He walks down the entranceway, holding his arms aloft in celebration, as the camera follows him and then zips back to the ring. It catches Vortex starting to stand up on his own will power. The Referee offers his help but he pushes him away and the fans cheer madly for the definite favorite in this match. He raises his arms up as the scene fades to black.
* fade to commercials *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:20:54 GMT -5
Segment: Ring rust? (Credit: Gooeygarth)
The scene opens with GooeyGarth walking backstage with his bag over his shoulders heading for the locker room, with no surprise Holly perched right on his shoulder nibbling away at his hair. Possibly looking for bugs. Not that he will find any.
Gooey: Are you having fun picking at my hair?
Holly: You could at least wAWWWsh it once in a while *whistle* Blech.
Gooey: Well I didn't say you couldn't stop chewing it.
Holly: You forgAWWWt my favourite chew toy. What else do I have to chew? God forbid that I would have to chew that ear of yours.
Holly ruffles his feathers and shakes his head in disgust, Garth just jerks his shoulder giving Holly a little scare.
Charlotte: Gooey! Gooey Garth!
Charlotte approaches Gooey from out of camera view with a mic
Charlotte: We've all seen and heard the impressive display of the Rattlesnake, and I just wanted to know what your opinion on him is?
Gooey: What do I think of the Rattlesnake? Well it's pretty obvious that from what I've seen the guy has an attitude. I mean c'mon, it's four freaking tires! It's not like I walked into his house, ate his porridge, broke his chairs and slept in his bed...s. Do I look like some golden haired bitch to you? He's acting like Holly shat a turd through his windshield. -turns to Holly- Did you?
Holly: Not yet, need to build up some steam first.
Gooey: Anyways...the guy needs an adjustment for that attitude of his, how do we adjust things? With a wrench! But considering there is disqualification, I'll have to use my hands. Do you know how to tell if a rattlesnake is angry? He makes a rattle noise with the end of his tail. Now I know Rattlesnake is angry, he's damn angry. Cause there's a noise coming from his ass too, yeah, his words.
Charlotte: Well you do certainly seem to trash talk, but are you ready to back it up after a 7 month absence?
Gooey: Does it really matter how long someone has been gone for? When I was young back in high school I would stay up all night at the last minute cramming for the test. I did fine, low B's to low A's, but cramming also works in this line of work too. Like me for example cramming my foot, up Rattlesnakes ass. Sound simple?
Charlotte: Y'know some might call that a bad habit.
Gooey: Yeah, it did deprive me of a lot of sleep. I never did change...I wonder if it'll bite me in the ass someday?
Gooey smiles and firmly smacks Charlotte right on the back before edging his way through her and the cameraman.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:21:45 GMT -5
Of mice and mentality (Credit: Torak)
All Animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others – George Orwell
“For survival, we resort to the most drastic of measures.” – Me
Survival. The most basic of human insticts, one that we are born with and practice on a minor scale on a dailly basis. Survival on a normal day is relatively simple and requires no serious effort. It is so simple, in fact, that we do not even notice that everything we do is to keep on surviving.
It is because of this that we take everything we have in our normal life for granted, seriously depleting our ability to survive when in the face of adversity.
Our primary instinct is to run. Flee from danger with your tail between your legs. However, this is not the most honorable of instincts The secondary instinct is to negotiate our way out of trouble. Offering whatever we have; words, gifts or money, in order to save yourself. Not as shameful as running, but not quite as honorable as the final option. To fight, by whatever means necessary. Standing up for yourself and tackling the danger head-on.
Honorable. But not always wise.
A wave of familiarity crashes over you as the scene transmits images of pain, suffering and disturbance. Not since the days of Ridley’s Demon Pit has the sight of a single room rung the proverbial alarm bells. “Brace yourself” you think, clutching the remote, ready to change channel before you catch even a glimpse of something distressing to the mind.
ARGH!
Oh, it’s okay, it’s just Torak. Quite a nightmarish image, but you’ll be okay.
Torak is not alone, however, as in his hand he has a small four legged friend. It is a tiny house mouse, dangling helplessly from it’s tail that is gripped tightly by the hand of the psychopathic monster. It’s tiny claws rake the air rapidly, desperately trying to gain some purchase on anything in a futile attempt to escape the grasp of Torak.
Torak holds the mouse up high and maneuvers his head so that it is below it, looking up at the distressed rodent. You are immediately thankful that Torak’s mask restricts anything from entering his mouth. The way his mind works, or more accurately; doesn’t, you wouldn’t rule out Torak considering the consumption of the poor mouse.
Torak does not look interested in eating the critter, but is scant consolation for it as it is instead fed to gravity. The firm grip of Torak is gradually relaxed, releasing the tail from his clutches, sending the mouse plummeting to the ground. Unfrotunately, there is no such thing as a mouse parachute, so it’s safe to assume his landing will not be pleasant.
However, luckily for the mouse he receives a soft landing. A pile of sawdust welcomes him upon impact, cushioning the blow. The pile was situated in what seems to be the surface of a very large, silver open cage. Way too large for a single mouse.
A substantial amount of sawdust scatters after impact and eventually half-covers two other mice who occupy the cage. They rush over to their new guest, as if to aid him following his freefall. He seems heartwarmingly fine though as he quickly recovers and staggers away from the landing zone.
The three mouse congregate and squeak at each other, almost trying to work out what the hell is going on. Even for a mouse, this is turning out to be an eventful day.
Torak squats down, his massive bulky physique surely putting strain on his knees, glaring mischeiviously into the cage at the three mice, showing no signs of suriphobia.
He extends his arms and hugs the cage, bringing it up to head level to examine it. The cage is so vast that Torak’s arms are at full stretch and he can’t even reach around to the other side. Despite it appearing quite heavy, he proceeds to, with apparent ease, shake it wildly like some sort of snowglobe. The mice try to cling on using their sharp claws but they get flung around the cage. The slide from on side of the cage to the other like a sailor in socks on a boat in a storm.
The cagequake finally comes to an abrupt end as Torak slams the cage down onto the floor again, allowing the mice to convalesce and count how many brain cells they have left. No, it’s okay, they each have more than the average WWE fan left.
Torak turns his attention to an object in the corner of the room. It looks like a plastic box, grey in color, with holes in the side and the top. Amidst some of the holes on the top there is a handle, set up ready to be hoisted up off the floor.
Torak slowly rises to his feet and swaggers over to it. He reaches down and taking a firm grip of the handle lifts it up to waist height. It looks like a cat-carrier.
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An unmistakable cry emanates from inside the carrier. A cat cries out with a desperate meow. Almost immediately a hundred calls are made to Atomic Kitsune’s mobile phone, just in case she isn’t already seeing this. If she is, she might well have just had a heart attack.
Torak twists his wrist to reveal the cage door on the front of the carrier which he opens by releasing the lock with his free hand. He swings the door open and quickly plunges his arm into the darkened box, not detered by the threatening hiss of the occupying moggy and completely ignoring the hazard of it’s sharp claws. There is quite a struggle but Torak eventually prevails and produces from the carrier…a strange looking cat. It’s not Richard Parker, a revelation that brings a sigh of relief to everyone, but you still sympathise for the poor creature.
Torak holds it up by the scruff of it’s neck, glaring into it’s dark and wicked green eyes, merely inches away from his face. The cat, quite annoyed at this point, reaches out with a paw, equipped with extended claws, but just misses the nose of the madman. Cat scratch fever, the cat thinks, that’ll teach him to mess with me.
Using a complex cognitive process, you predict an ominous future for the three mice. Then again, the future probably doesn’t bode well for the cat either, taking into account Torak’s apparent history with cats (See: Roped in Satisfaction, 06.03.06).
The cat receives the same treatment as the mouse as he is sent plummeting into the cage. The mice scramble to avoid being squished by the incoming mog. Of course, as we all know, cats always land on their feet, a notion reinforced by this particular felines ability to do just that with eloquence. The mice surround the newest addition to the party, eyeing it up like the univited guest that he is.
The mice quickly realize that there is no escape from this prison and that the only chance they have is to somehow take on the cat, maybe by ganging up on him. The cat has other ideas however. He has his mind set on kill-it-yourself three course meal.
His tail swings wildly as he assesses the situation. He exchanges glances between the two mice poised in front of him in opposite corners of the cage and hisses violently at one of them.
The mouse behind him is opportunistic. He rushes in and blindsides him, pouncing onto his leg and nibbling away as if it were a piece of cheese. The cat cries out and attempts to shake the mouse off.
The other two mice close in and also start gnawing away at the paws of the cat and in the early stages of this impromptu bout it looks promising for the mice.
However, the tide quickly turns. The cat manages to shake off the mouse that had seized his back leg, sending him into the cage, stunning him. He then shakes his front-right paw, freeing it from the gnashers of the second mouse. His free paw then comes pounding down on the mouse and breaks it’s neck instantly.
Then it’s just the final mouse. He desperately nibbles away at the left paw, hoping to find some kind of weakness. However, the cat just watches him, almost mockingly. The mouse relinquishes his hold on the paw and backs off. The cats paw comes down again and traps the tail of the remaining mouse beneath it. The mouse tries to scurry away, frantically clawing at the cage bed, but to no avail. His head turns to the cat…just in time to see the cat close in and chomp down on the neck of the mouse.
The cat wrenches and tugs for a second, using his paws to keep the mouse stationary until eventually pulling away, tearing the head of the mouse clean off. The chin of the cat bears red stains as he spits the head out. Satisfied that the all the mice are incapacitated he tucks in to dinner.
Torak meanwhile laps up the animal entertainment, chuckling malevolently to himself. Was this supposed to be symbolic in any way? A sign of things to come? How will the three ‘mice’ fair when there are two predators lurking in the cage with them?
No Animals were harmed during the making of this segment. … Except the mice…obviously.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:23:00 GMT -5
Segment: Captives (Credit: Hunter / AK )
Hunter clutches his foot once more, this time his pain being clearly seen by his partner in crime. The girl who accompanied them to this part of the hideout left shortly thereafter, and for the past few minutes Hunter has attempted to gain access to the ceremony hall, while simultaneously awaking half the town. He fights back from the pain and lunges his foot at the steel door once more, certain that he hears a crack once his foot connects with the door. Unfortunately for him, the crack came from his foot, and not from the door like he would have hoped. He falls back from the door silently, landing on his back and gazing up at the stars, attempting to have their shrill and unimportant look cure the pain searing through his left leg. This mildly comfortable moment is broken once AK’s face appears over his, her trademark smile looking down at him with humor.
AK: Brute force doesn’t work that well, does it?
Hunter: …it would appear not.
AK chuckles as Hunter rolls over on his stomach and pushes himself up with his arms, careful not to push too hard. He gets on one knee and pulls himself up with some difficulty, but is able to do it shortly after.
Hunter: I think I may actually hate this door more than I hate many things in life.
AK chuckles once more as Hunter turns to the object of his wrath. He is discontent with his lack of power or lack of thinking on how to open it. AK also looks at the door, though not as fiercely as Hunter, of course. She then notices a small box attached to the wall to the left of the door and walks up to it, tracing it with her soft hands. She finds a handle on the side and pulls on it, sliding off the cover of the box and glancing at a large red button. Hunter looks at it disbelievingly, and AK wastes no time in hitting it with her fist. From behind the door they hear a loud buzzer sound, and Hunter groans in an annoyed manner.
Hunter: You’d think they’d have heard ten consecutive kicks.
AK: Perhaps you weren’t loud enough, not that you ever thought of taking the easy approach.
Hunter shakes his head, but turns his attention back towards the door once he hears a loud click from the side. The door slowly starts opening, but Hunter grabs the handle on the outside and pulls it swiftly towards him, allowing AK the opportunity to launch her fist into the face of the man who appears with the door. His body falls unconscious to the ground as Hunter kicks him closer to the shadows, not that he would need to, given that no one is around them now anyway. AK goes into the ceremony hall and looks to her left and right and, once she is sure that it is safe, motions for Hunter to enter.
AK: So where to now, Mr. Hero?
Hunter looks to his right and sees a long stone hallway, alit with merely two torches. He then turns his head to the left and sees four torches illuminating the stone hallway, as well as a wooden door. For whatever reason, Hunter finds himself drawn to the left side, and so he and AK walk side by side down the hall, past the torches, and directly up to the wooden door. Hunter puts his ear to it and does not hear a sound, so he looks at AK in a manner of saying, “be ready.”
AK: After you.
Hunter chuckles and opens the door swiftly, running into the room and not wasting any time on looking over the surroundings. He sees three men talking amongst themselves, and he quickly runs up the closest and executes an out-of-ring Floyd Kick to the back of the man’s head. AK tries to silence a chuckle, but mid-kick she can’t help but laugh at Hunter’s urge to use a wrestling move in this situation. The second man runs up to her and she ducks his grab, then grabs his legs and lifts him up, launching him head first into the wall behind her. Hunter jumps off a nearby chair and delivers a swift spinning kick to the side of the third man’s head, thus making the way safe for them.
AK: …a wrestling move, Hunter?
Hunter: Instinct and habit, really.
AK: Works for me.
Hunter looks around the room, which he notes looks exactly like the hallway, what with the torches and the stone walls entrapping them in the room. He then notices another door, but this one is more special than the one he recently charged through; from behind this door he hears giggling and laughing, and these noises attract AK’s attention as well.
AK: Let’s not kick this door down forcefully, Hunter.
Hunter smirks as he walks up the door and puts his ear against it, as he did with the first door. Once he is sure that these sounds were not coming from his imagination, he turns the knob on the door and opens it, peering inside. And when he is finally sure of the lack of danger, he and AK make their ways inside of the room. The laughing and giggling stops suddenly as the kids in the room look up at their two visitors. Hunter counts roughly ten of them as he looks over each of their innocent eyes. AK’s attention, meanwhile. is drawn to just one of them.
AK: You’re here! Thank heavens…
Hunter looks at the kid who AK is glancing at, whom he recognizes from watching videos of the show. Eric blinks a few times and rubs his eyes as if trying to convince himself that the people before him are real.
Eric: What are you doing here?
AK: Well apparently we’re here to break you out. Unless of course you’ve changed your mind about all that stuff you told me before.
Hunter looks to his right and in the corner all by her lonesome he sees Sarah, who stares back at him with a marveled look in her eyes, with a few hints of tears. Hunter runs up to her and she gets to her feet, and them warmly embrace for what seems like an eternity. But as all know, there is no such thing as eternity, as AK’s clearing of the throat breaks their embrace.
AK: Not in front of the kids, okay?
Hunter chuckles as Sarah looks at AK puzzlingly.
Sarah: Who is she?
Hunter: She’s…
He looks at AK and tries to think of the best word to describe her.
Hunter: …a friend.
He never really saw it that way, but at this point he can recognize her as such.
AK: We’ve come to break you and the others out, love. And quite frankly, Hunter here can’t find his way to the K-Mart and back without it turning into an all day expedition.
Sarah: Why do you sound so different when compared to us?
AK: Oh, that… I’m from overseas, England in fact.
Hunter smiles as he looks over the confused faces of the other eight children. One of them can’t contain his curiosity.
Young lad: What’s “overseas”?
AK opens her mouth to speak, but is for once with an answer, and Hunter gets a momentary grin on his face. But there is sadly no time to linger over the moment.
Hunter: Umm…listen, guys, we need to get you out of here. This procedure is not good at all, and you can’t undergo it. Speaking of which, why are you in here?
Sarah: Oh. I believe it is because of what I did.
Hunter: Your father found out?
Sarah: Naturally. Peter would be in here too, but father blames me more than he does his “beloved servant.”
Hunter: I see. Well no time for standing around, we’ve got to go.
He walks up to the door and tries to turn the knob, but it is frozen in time and does not allow him to move it. Hunter looks questioningly at AK, who returns her own look of confusion. There is a light chuckle from the other side of the door, and then Hunter hears the words he has come to dread the most over the past week.
Mr. Smith: Don’t scream.
The torches are suddenly extinguished and the room is engulfed in darkness. Some of the girls shriek in the strange form of darkness, but the others are able to keep their composure. And then there is a crack and a loud hiss, as Hunter sees a cloud of purple smoke appear from under the crack in the door. He steps away from it rapidly and looks around, hoping to see a window or something of the sort, but to no avail. The gas spreads quicker as the kids all run to the wall, hoping it will not hit them. But unfortunately it does, and moments later, one by one, the kids drop down to the floor unconscious. Hunter watches as they fall down the line, until Sarah loses consciousness in his arms. He looks at AK, who is also lying on the floor at this time. And then Hunter curses, knowing that somewhere it all went wrong. Somewhere. But where? It was all going---
And then he sleeps.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:24:38 GMT -5
Segment: "Greatness Personified" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake stands around the back prior to his match with Gooey. He takes a deep breath to calm himself.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night. Tonight I walk out to the ring at my first ACW Pay-Per-View. But not only that, tonight I will debut "Snake's Impact" for all to see. I've already got a second guest lined up for it too. How great is that?
Rattlesnake thinks back to the moment when this all began. Sure, taking someone's tires seems like a petty reason to any other person, but not to Rattlesnake. It's the principle that lies in this action. What matters is that he rights this wrong. If he doesn't, then anyone will just come up to him and try to steal part of his personal property.
Rattlesnake: The only thing that isn't great is how my match tonight came about. Who steals tires in this day and age? They cost me $1000 altogether! Those tires are worth more than Gooey's life!
Rattlesnake shakes his head. It was embarrassing to him to fight in a huge venue over a matter of 4 tires. Then again, if he let this slide, everyone would start taking his stuff. That's why he can't let this slide.
Rattlesnake: Tonight I will get payback for what was done. I don't care about any undefeated streak I have. All I plan to do is beat the hell out of that...that simpleton...that fool!
Rattlesnake sits down for a moment and grabs a nearby book. He places his right hand on it and closes his eyes and recites a small phrase of his.
Rattlesnake: "As I lay my hand upon this book, I swear that I will exact my revenge. While revenge is not perfect, it shall make me feel better nonetheless. In following the sole Commandment of Snakeism, that person, who shall remain nameless, will learn that commandment...'Thou shalt not fucketh with the Snake.'"
Rattlesnake opens his eyes and places the book off to the side. He stands up and takes a deep breath.
Rattlesnake: I don't care what people think of me. To hell with them. They may not like me, but dammit they will respect me! And the only way to get them to respect me is to walk out to that ring and kick some ass. Gooey is just an unfortunate sap who messed with the wrong person and tonight, I'll give him his claim to fame. But it won't end there. No, it'll end with him passing out. That will be another claim to fame that no one can take away from him...being the first man to submit to the Constrictor. That will signify that the Snake really is "greatness personified."
Feeling sure of himself, Rattlesnake walks off, waiting for his match to begin.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:25:20 GMT -5
Segment: Rally the Troops (Credit: ??)
The scene opens to a rather monotonous view: three members of the Fallout roster, reclining on molding sofas backstage, staring glumly down at the floor and humming tunelessly to themselves. Felix Santana Jr. lets out a long sigh and flops backwards against the sofa.
Felix Santana: This sucks.
Anthony Kalb: What are you moaning about now, Santana?
Felix Santana: Another huge PPV comes and goes, and we don't get in on the action. I didn't sign with ACW to warm this sofa.
Anthony Kalb: True, but they are quite comfy.
Beau James: What are we gonna do about it? No one cares about us Fallout guys. And that cow Aurelia took all our video games. I haven't played Super Smash Brothers Melee in over three months.
Anthony Kalb: Life sure is hard...
Felix belches in agreement, Beau looks slightly repulsed. The monotony continues for a short while, until...
Voice: Psst! Guys! Over here!
Beau James: What the--?
Anthony Kalb: It's coming from that air vent!
The three Fallout members jump to their feet and scurry to the air vent and look up inside.
Felix Santana: Isn't she that crazy chick who got fired a week ago?
Beau James: Look, Daisy, you better leave. If Aurelia sees you here it would mean big trouble, especially when she has that Press Conference coming up later...
Daisy pokes her head out of the air vent. Her mouth is covered with a black bandana tied around her head in classic cowboy fashion.
Daisy: I don't care! There's no way she'll find me in here. I discovered a secret entrance to ACW: through the ventilation!
Anthony Kalb: Okay...and that helps us, how?
Daisy rolls her eyes and rummages through her bra.
Daisy: Looking for these?
She tosses down two Gameboy Advances, a Nintendo DS, three game cartridges, and somehow even a Gamecube, complete with four controllers.
Felix Santana: How is that even possible?
Daisy: Never mind. We don't have much time. ACW is in great danger! Right now, Aurelia is plotting to destroy ACW through this little press conference she's been plotting. I got tipped off by that crocodile man. If we don't do something about it, it will be the end of ACW as we know it!
Beau James: So? We get paid crap wages as it is. I probably could get paid better in TNA, and that's saying something!
Felix Santana: Yea, why should we help out?
Daisy: Ugh, are you so blind that you don't see the potential here for a push?! Ginger will be on his knees thanking you three if we manage to save ACW from certain death. You'll have the World Title in no time.
The boys perk up from this, and the enthusiasm grows.
Anthony Kalb: Alright, we're in. What do we need to do?
Daisy: Aurelia is planning to put on a demonstration, showcasing ACW's amazing moral ethic and etiquette. The plan is to call on you three Fallout boys, command you to recite Shakespeare, dance a waltz, blah blah blah, without your prior knowledge. Naturally, you would have made fools of yourselves, and ACW's reputation would be ruined.
Seeing the shocked looks on their faces, Daisy hastily continues.
Daisy: Don't worry! I managed to nick the script from Aoyama when he wasn't looking. For all her bombastic ways, Aurelia needed to actually write all this crazy stuff down. I know exactly what's coming up, and I brought the necessary materials to prepare.
She proceeds to dump the script, the Complete Oxford Shakespeare, Encarta Encyclopedia (A-Z), a "How to dance the waltz in twenty-two easy steps," and a comb.
Felix Santana: Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill us?!
Daisy: Shut up. We have exactly one hour to learn all this crap. Or ACW, as we know it, will be doomed.
Voice: What's going on in here?
Everyone reels around, scared senseless.
Beau James: Goddammit Gary don't you ever knock?
Gary: Sorry...hey, is that a book? Can you read me a story?
Daisy: We don't have time, Gary! We need to save ACW from brutal brigands!
Gary: Can I help? Please! Oh please oh please oh please!
Everyone groans, until Daisy finally caves in.
Daisy: Alright, Gary, you can help.
Gary: Yipee! I wanna be Batman! Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-BATMAN!
Daisy: God have mercy on us all...
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:25:59 GMT -5
Match 2: GooeyGarth vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: BK) Time for the second match; the fans can’t wait, and pop as Philip enters the ring.Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 295 pounds, from Orlando, Florida, "The Vision of Greatness" Rattlesnake! The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans with his Snakequalizer in hand. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.Philip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 263 pounds, from Saskatchewan, MooseJaw, Gooey Garth! "Clutch" by Mob Goes Wild sounds throughout the speakers and Gooey Garth, making his in-ring return, slowly makes his way to the stage to a huge ovation from the crowd. He looks to be in great shape since we last saw him around the time of Omega Effect and he acknowledges his fans as he walks down to the ring and enters the ring before staring across at RS.As the bell rings the two walk slowly toward each other to the center of the ring where they commence the stare down. Gooey is just looking up slightly at the six foot ten behemoth Rattlesnake, not letting their locked eyes move for one second. Rattlesnake now looks to the side towards the crowd as huge chants for Gooey break out, he smiles before slapping Gooey in the face, showing him the ultimate disrespect. The camera cuts to Gooey's facial expression and it appears to be one of joy, with that hard slap just delivered the people can't believe that he is laughing it up. Gooey fires back with a right hand of his own, sending Rattlesnake to the ground, and now the fight really begins. Rattlesnake picks himself up and Gooey capitalizes with a vicious knee into the abdomen which sends Rattlesnake into the corner. Gooey follows up with multiple vicious knees to Rattlesnake's abdomen and then he whips him with high velocity into the turnbuckle. Rattlesnake walks out of the corner, staggering around, and Gooey attempts to follow up with a clothesline but he ducks and surprises Gooey with a jab. Rattlesnake continues to hit multiple jabs and finally goes for the clothesline but Gooey ducks and sends him to the ground with a Full Nelson Slam. Gooey covers Rattlesnake, attempting to get a quick win, but Rattlesnake manages to get his shoulder up right after two. Gooey rises up and he picks up Rattlesnake with him before bashing his head into the corner. Rattlesnake rests in the corner and Gooey follows up with some hard shoulder thrusts to the abdomen. On the third one Rattlesnake grabs a hold of Gooey and starts delivering some hard forearms to his back. Gooey drops down to one knee and then he comes down on him with a hard ,and not to mention stiff, right hand to the face. Gooey drops down to the ground and rolls out the ring while holding his nose in pain. Rattlesnake rolls out the ring right behind him and stalks him from behind. Rattlesnake backs up and he goes for a Bulldog but Gooey takes control and manages to lift Rattlesnake in a backdrop position, and ram him groin first into the ring post.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:26:44 GMT -5
A huge "Ohhhhhhhhh" is heard from the crowd and Rattlesnake's expression is priceless. Rattlesnake slowly falls down to the thin padded mat below and Gooey continues to check on his nose. It appears to be bleeding now but he sucks it up and continues to go on the offense against Rattlesnake. Gooey picks up Rattlesnake and he rolls him back in the ring before rolling back into the ring. Rattlesnake rolls out the other side of the ring and Gooey walks toward the ropes, only to get tripped by Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake pulls him out the ring and thrusts him repeatedly back first into the ring apron. He then follows up with a hard irish whip into the barricade. The barricade shifts just about 2 inches back and Gooey charges at him for a clothesline but Rattlesnake grabs him by his throat and begins to choke him. Gooey grabs him by the face and goes for the Iron Claw. Both attempt to make the other submit and let go of the hold, but neither man is backing down. The referee rolls out of the ring and attempts to break the two but he only gets shoved by the two. While the referee is turned around, Rattlesnake delivers a swift shot to Gooey's groin before delivering a chokeslam to Gooey.
Gooey is laid out on the outside and Rattlesnake rolls back in the ring and breaks the count before returning to the outside. Rattlesnake picks up Gooey and leads him towards the announce tables before hitting him with another right hand for good measure. The punch sends Gooey to the ground, he tries to hold onto the ring skirt to keep himself up but he collapses. Rattlesnake clears off the Edison-McNally table, along with the Spanish announce table and he brings Gooey on top of the Edison-McNally table. Rattlesnake picks up Gooey and looks behind him at the table before initiating the suplex position. Rattlesnake attempts to lift Gooey but Gooey blocks it with his right leg expertly. Rattlesnake attempts it again but with the same result and now this time Gooey begins to fight out of it thanks to the crowd's support. Gooey fights back with headbutts which send Rattlesnake reeling. He could possibly fall off the table through the second table below. Gooey backs up and goes for a clothesline but Rattlesnake side steps it and jumps off the table, making sure he doesn't manage to suffer the fate of going through the table. Rattlesnake turns towards Gooey and now Gooey dives off the table onto him with a Diving Lariat. Gooey then picks him up and rolls him back in the ring, now assuming full control. Rattlesnake begins to stagger to his feet and Gooey stalks him from behind, before smashing him with a Polish hammer to the back of his head. Rattlesnake drops to the ground and now Gooey hops up to the middle rope. He slabs his elbow before diving off the rope, going for an elbow drop but missing his target and crashing and burning the process.
Rattlesnake is lucky that he rolled out of the way at that time, because it would've surely been over at that moment. Gooey manages to get off, and shake off the effects of his meeting with the canvas but Rattlesnake is up and ready to go. He kicks Gooey in the gut and now goes for the Pumphandle Slam, he hoists Gooey up on his shoulder but suddenly you can see Gooey's leg moving. Gooey grabs the body of Rattlesnake and he manages to reverse the move and now he has Rattlesnake on his shoulders. Rattlesnake now slithers his way off the shoulders of Gooey and locks in a rear waistlock before hitting a tremendous German Suplex. He keeps the hold locked on and delivers two more German Suplexes, sending Gooey to la-la land, and now he finishes up the combination with a Bridged German Suplex. The referee slides over and counts one, two, th- but Gooey kicks out at the last second. Rattlesnake can't believe it and he begins to argue with the referee that that was a three but the referee ensures him that was a two and any other outbursts like this will get him a Disqualification. Rattlesnake goes back to work on Gooey with several stomps to his abdomen. Rattlesnake gets Gooey in the corner now and he whips him into the opposite corner. Rattlesnake goes for the Stinger Splash, a move of Gooey Garth but Gooey can see it coming and he lands a huge spear to Rattlesnake in mid air. Rattlesnake drops to the ground like a sack of bricks but Gooey lays beside him motionless and now the crowd wills Gooey on to get the pin. Gooey slowly, but surely, shifts his weight to the side and he gets one arm draped over the chest of Rattlesnake. The referee slides over and he begins to count, one, two, th- but Rattlesnake manages to get his shoulder up to the crowd's dismay.
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